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Published by Turner Maxwell Books
First published 2008.
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Around a dark corner
ISBN 978-0-9561884-0-3
A collection of stories
by
Jeani Rector
The Dead Man
A Medieval Tale of Plague
The Spirit of Death
Horrorscope
In Any Language
Maggots
Flight 529
Lady Cop
The Golem
A Teenage Ghost Story
Tyler looked out the window. Lightning flashed, and where it had simply drizzled earlier, suddenly the sky opened to release torrents of water that slammed down upon the earth without mercy. The effect of the stormy weather was apocalyptic to his mood, and he had feelings of melancholy and paranoia. This type of weather made it even creepier to handle a dead body. Reluctantly, he went back to finish the preparations for moving it.
The dead man was still lying on the bed, but the covers were on the floor, and the body was naked. Tyler had felt there was no sense in leaving perfectly wearable clothes on a dead man, so he had taken them. After all, why would a dead man need clothes?
But the nakedness revealed how pale a body could be in death, once the heart stopped pumping blood through the system. The blood, no longer circulated by the heart, began to settle on the underside of the body, which created a purpling of the skin. The result was that the back, buttocks, and the underside of the legs became darkened because the body was on its back, and gravity pulled all the internal fluids downwards.
Tyler gazed into the dead man’s half-open eyes, noting that the corneas were cloudy. The dead man’s milky irises peeked from the half-closed lids as though every move was being watched. It made Tyler feel self-conscious and uneasy for a moment, but he tried to shrug it off.
He went back to the window. Looking up and down the street, he realized that the bad weather gave him privacy. Hardly anyone had ventured outside on this cold, rainy night, so perhaps the storm was a good omen after all; never mind that the thunder and lightning was making him feel superstitious.
Again, Tyler turned to the dead man on the bed. The body was hardening with rigor mortis, so it was difficult to ...