Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

?It?s Satur day,? Adam said matter -of-factly to her back as she r olled away fr om
him, dr agging most of the cover s w ith her. She har r umphed a non-ver bal r eply and
hunker ed dow n deeper into the cover s. Reaching for the floor on his side of the bed
Adam r etr ieved his cigar ettes and an empty beer can that he?d been using as an
ashtr ay. The smell of stale beer and cigar ette butts stung his nostr ils. He smoked a
philosophical cigar ette in silence and about half an hour later Cassy tur ned back
ar ound, mor e awake now , and snaked an ar m ar ound his waist.
?Satur day?? she said.
?Uh-huh.? She kissed his chest and w r iggled a little closer , letting her hand glide
dow n to his thigh.
?Have you decided w hether you?r e going to see her ?? she asked. Her nails tr aced
the inside of his leg, making his hear t beat faster.
?I haven?t decided,? he said.
?Because if you are going,? a r ude smile played acr oss her lips, ?I?ll have to give
you your bir thday pr esent now.? Her finger s stopped playing and she ducked her
head beneath the cover s. By now his hear t was pounding in his chest.
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Once a few stations had passed Adam r elaxed a little into the swaying r hythm of
the tr ain. He laid his head back and gazed out of the smear ed w indow , the nap of
the seat cover br ushing his cheek as he r ocked slightly.
Ur ban gr eys r ushed past the scr atched NO SMOKING sticker on the w indow , but
they soon gave way to ter r aced back gar dens and splashes and str eaks of subur ban
gr een. As the tr ain slow ed for each station he became mor e attentive, mentally
ticking each one off a list that br ought him closer to his destination. Betw een
stations, though, his mind wander ed w ith the syncopated clacking of the tr acks. He
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