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out a black gym
bag.  He opened it, and it was stuffed with cash.  He pulled one
stack out, a band around it had “$5,000” printed on the label.  He tossed
it at Michael, and Michael slipped the stack into his pocket and began to wheel
the gurney towards the well.
    No questions asked. Whoever it was in there, they
would be dead by morning anyway, suffocation likely to kill them, so Michael
couldn’t care less.

At the well, Michael was removing the lock and chain when the body in the bag
began to thrash around manically, bumping into his legs again and again as
whoever was inside sought to escape.  Michael said nothing as he lifted
the body from the gurney and positioned it on the edge of the well, ready to be
dumped into the darkness below with the other rotting remains. 
    Just as he was about to release the body, sending it
tumbling into the mass of flesh below, he felt the man inside the bag grab onto
his wrist viciously, twisting his flesh through the rubber – the grip was like
a vice.  Michael screamed and pushed the bag over the side, yanking his
hand away in the process.
    “What the fuck, doc?” he screamed, rounding on the
doctor.
    “Don’t ask, Michael … just don’t ask,” the doctor
said, his voice low, almost a whisper as though he were afraid the person in
the bag would hear him.
    The doctor hurriedly
got back into his car and drove off into the night, leaving Michael to wonder
just who or ‘what’ they had deposited into his well.

He never saw the doctor again after that night.

Chapter 10
    A few days passed from the strange events of that night and Michael was opening
the well to deposit Mrs. Carmody, a local school teacher, to her final resting
place amongst the stinking heap.  That’s when he heard it the first time,
a deep monotone moan that was filled with anger and rage. Shutting it out of
his mind, Michael dropped the body into the well and quickly sealed it, his
hands shaking with fear.
    Something was wrong in there. What was it they had
disposed of?  How was it still alive?
    Michael had stopped soliciting new business weeks
ago, but the bodies continued to flow due to prearranged contracts with several
funeral homes and government agencies.  He couldn’t stop, even though he
desperately wanted to.

Every few days, he’d be back at the well to make his next deposit, and every
few days the moans increased in volume and tempo. He swore he could see
movement down there in the dimness of the interior, the uppermost bodies
quivering and shifting slightly as though something below them was fighting to
reach the surface – and then what?
    Sleep didn’t come easy for Michael after that. He
would stay awake at night, watching at the window looking over the property,
watching the well cover for any signs that something might be trying to escape
but nothing moved – for a while.
    Late one evening, as Michael bathed high up in his
tree home, he opened a window to let some of the cool night air in and as he
did so, he suddenly heard a loud, rhythmic pounding coming from somewhere
nearby.  Hurriedly, he threw on some clothes, all the while fighting
against the cold fear that surged through him.
    He knew what it was… and from where it emanated –
THE WELL. 
    He arrived at the covered and chained well to
discover that the wooden seal was shuddering hard, the metallic clang of the
heavy chains grating on his nerves as he placed his hands atop the shuddering
wood, barely believing what he was seeing.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice turning high-pitched like a young boy.

At the sound of his voice, a horrible series of shrieks and howls erupted from
within the well, echoing against the stone walls like a terrible orchestra of
horror, and the cover began shuddering even harder against the chains as
something below sought to escape.  Michael’s stomach dropped when he saw
the crack begin to form across the wooden cover.  They were breaking
through.
    He knew what it was now. The