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it would
be better if I just showed you, but you have to stay calm and
promise me you won’t freak out.”
    “ Benny, what did you
do?”
    “ I didn’t do anything; just walk to
my truck with me.”
    Jack reluctantly started to walk with Benny,
“You know, when you tell someone not to freak out, it’s most likely
because whatever your about to show them is going to make them
freak out. I don’t think I can promise you anything.”
    “ Fair enough,” Benny said as he
opened the passen-ger side door of his truck.
    When Autumn stepped out, Jack only stood
frozen for a moment, then his eyes grew wide and his mouth began to
open and close, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t
quite find the words. Suddenly, a high pitched scream (a scream
that Benny thought might come from a teenage girl in a bad horror
movie) emitted from Jack’s oddly quivering mouth. He then began to
back up quickly, turned and ran screaming, back into his house,
locking the door behind him.
    “ That’s your idea of easing him
into it?” Autumn said, giving Benny an amused look, “That went
well, ’Hey, Jack, look, my dead wife has returned from the
grave.’”
    Benny only shrugged and the two of them walked
to the front door.
    “ Let me handle this.” he
said.
    Autumn threw up her hands, “Sure, you‘ve done
grand so far.”
    As a mortician, one of Jack Writemans greatest
fears was that a dead body would suddenly be re-animated as he was
preparing it for a showing, climb off its slab and use his brain
for an appetizer before turning his hunger on the rest of the town.
Sometimes his vivid imagination even allowed him the privilege of
hearing his skull being ripped open with a thick chunk sound, like
watermelon being torn from its rind. Seeing his dead sister-in-law
emerge from Benny’s truck was the most terrifying moment of his
life.
    Nearly thirty minutes went by, with Benny
trying anything to get his brother to come out. Reasoning with him
didn’t work, neither did a bribe (he probably knew Benny didn’t
have any money, Benny never had any money), he couldn’t even get an
answer.
    “ Do you mind if I try?” Autumn
finally asked.
    “ Be my guest,” Benny replied,
clearly frustrated with Jack by now.
    “ Jack, come on out, there’s nothing
to be afraid of. I’m still the same old Autumn I used to be, just
minus a pulse,” Autumn put her head against the door, “Jack,
remem-ber that time we got pulled over for speeding in your truck
and the cop let you go in exchange for that playboy you had on your
dash.”
    “ Yeah,” Jack said sadly, “that was
the issue with Tiffany in it. I was never able to track it down
again.”
    Benny had to suppress laughter at his
brother’s re-morse for the missing artifact in his collection of
famous nude women, which was his only real hobby.
    “ And remember the night we went to
one of Sarah’s parties and I drank to much vodka. You stayed up all
night with me, holding a cold wet rag on my forehead and cleaning
me up every time I got sick.”
    The locks on the door clicked and Jack peeked
out, “Yeah, I remember that. It was the first time you ever got
real-ly drunk.”
    “ That’s right. I never touched
vodka again. I’m only back for a short amount of time and Benny and
I are going to need your help.”
    “ You’re not going to try to eat my
brain?”
    “ I swear I have no interest in
eating your brain or any other part of your body.”
    “ Alright, what exactly do you need
my help with?”
    “ Autumn can lead us to the men who
killed her,” Benny interjected.
    “ Great, call the cops, have them
arrested.”
    “ No, Jack,” Benny continued, “in
order for Autumn’s soul to be at rest, and for me to join her when
I die, she has to be avenged.”
    Jack’s look of surprise was almost humorous,
he sud-denly threw the door open (totally disregarding Autumn) and
walked up to his brother, “You’re actually plotting to kill people.
I got to say, that doesn’t sound