A Melancholic Black Series (Book 1): The Red Door Read Online Free PDF Page B

be? Nell can practically hear Sion’s slacks rub against her hardwood floors.
    With more questions than answers rushing through her mind, Nell casually places the rest of the laundry in to the washer, still taking her time to add the detergent before making her way upstairs. There’s no rush now, she fears.
    She has an idea of what she’s in store for. In a perfect scenario, Sion would be sitting at the dining table with Amberly enjoying a nice tall, sweaty glass of ice-cold lemonade. Smiling, laughing.
    Fat chance.
    She opens the basement door and peaks her head out. All she sees is the front door opened. A package and some mail litter the floor, and a thick trail of blood leading away from the living room and deeper into the house.
    Nell sees it all, she’s just trying to ignore it. She swallows hard and shuts the basement door behind her. From this point forward, ignorance will have to be her bliss.
    The blood trail travels through the kitchen and down the hall. The blood gets thicker and more aplenty, with each step. It’s only a matter of time before Nell stumbles upon the startling discovery of something she truly doesn’t want to find.
    Just imagine it now: poor Mailman Sion, just doing his job-the door opens and little Amberly is there. A little girl he saw buried with his very own eyes. Seeing her being lowered in that six-foot grave; destined to become worm food. The look of, equal parts, amazement and utter shock and horror. Just before she leapt at him.
    Just before she killed him.
    Did she break his neck? Rip his head off? Nell asks herself, but she truly cannot answer them. Surely looks like a massacre. But, not Amberly. Not her beautiful little angel.
     
    The bottom of the wooden entry of Amberly’s bedroom door pushes back the layers of blood that has formed a puddle. Ignorance is thickening more than ever now as Nell steps in, kicking the room-temperature blood into her shoes, drowning her socks.
    Any single person right about now would vomit all over the floor. With this much blood who would even notice? Instead, she upchucks a small amount of last night’s dinner into her hands and tosses it aside. Like a lady.
    The thick trail of crimson leads to the red closet door where Sion’s legs and lower torso stick out. His body violently jerks back and forth as the sound of cracking bone and tearing meat can be heard, but thankfully not seen.
    Not yet.
    Nell… poor woman. She’s about to become witness to something truly wicked. Perhaps she should do what any normal person would do and get the hell out of dodge. Just, her curiosity is too strong; she needs to see.
    She moves closer and peaks her head around the closet door and looks in, before quickly placing her hands over her mouth. Gripping so tight that she could snap her own jaw.
    Amberly has her head buried in to Sion’s shoulder, breaking apart the collar bone and drinking the marrow like a chucked oyster. Sion’s lifeless eyes coincidentally and woefully terrifying, stare back at Nell. Is he alive? She wonders. There’s no way. He was dead as soon as he got out of his truck.
    Nell begins shaking before she can even notice that Amberly has stopped eating and is gawking at her. She licks her lips, like a dog mid-meal.
    “…Amberly?… baby?” Nell cries. “What have you done?” She leans in closer when Amberly grunts and tries to assault Nell. Another warning, nothing more. She’s not done dining. Nell cries in fear before, again, covering her mouth as to not agitate Amberly any more than she already has.
    Nell trips on the leg of Amberly’s bed and falls down into Sion’s warm blood. She can’t scream. She’s too terrified. Amberly growls.
    “It’s okay… Amberly, it’s okay. You need help now, I understand… I can help you,” Nell pleads to deafened ears. It’s hard to tell if Amberly can understand at all, or just doesn’t care, as she pulls Sion fully in to the closet and slams the door shut.
    Nell sits in bewilderment,