User blog comment:SOMEGUY123/300 Word Long Stories/@comment-26030957-20150122030026

He’ll be back

                 She was still laying there when they got back, sprawled naked beneath the oak tree, a mess of bare limbs jutting up from the leaves and duff of the forest floor, even more rotten than before.

                 “We have to tell someone,” Joey said. “This isn’t right. I’m scared.”

                 “No. I told you, we have to wait for him. He’ll come back. They always come back to the body. Trust me, I’ve read a shit ton of books on serial killers.”

                 “I don’t know man, this is pretty messed up. My parents will be pissed if I’m late.”

                 “Don’t be a pussy,” David said. “An opportunity like this only comes around once in a lifetime.

                 David looked down at her blue face, framed in thick ringlets of blonde hair. She was beautiful, even with all the rot and stink. He would be back.

                 “Do you hear that?” Joey asked, startling David from the strange revelry the corpse of the pretty girl had put him in. They held their breath and listened intently. Someone was coming: footsteps crunching cautiously through the leaves, the snap of a twig.

                 They ducked behind a clump of huckleberry bushes as quietly as possible and watched as a man slowly strolled up, furtively gazing back and forth into the woods. When he looked satisfied he was alone he bent down and took the dead girl’s face gently into his hands. He stroked one cheek, then, tenderly, pressed his glistening lips to her pale, blue ones.

                 As the man began to unzip his zipper Joey pissed himself. David heard it at the same time the man heard it. As the man looked up and peered into the bushes, making eye contact with David, David wondered exactly what he was thinking when he got the notion to try this.

