A Thief’s Wager (10)- Death Under the Sheets

Happy Weekend all! The week has been rather busy, mainly getting caught up on everything that was sidelined from the Canada Day celebrations. A dear friend of mine was in town and we celebrated Canada Day at Parliament Hill. Anyway, on with the Weekend Writing Warrior Blog Hop! I encourage you to visit the rest of the participants once you finish here. It’s a great community with a lot of talented people, so go check it out!

This week we answer the much anticipated ‘what’s in Bayliss’s basement of horrors?’ scene. Chris sneaks into the house and eventually makes his way into the basement. Once he slips a few bottles of wine from the cellar into his bag he discovers a door that is locked.

Snippet:
The lock only took a moment for his expert hands to pick. His victorious smile dissipates as a stench of rotting meat and blood flood his nostrils. He regrets lighting the candles near the door, which reveals a table with an unnerving red-stained white sheet draped over it. A mix of brown, yellow and red smears coat the painted white walls. What frightens him was a drain in the centre of the floor which makes a gruesome gurgling sound as liquid trickles down the grate.

He feels the blood drain from his face as he pushes his feet towards the table; cursing his curiosity he recognizes the rancid smell originating from under the ghostly sheet. Grabbing the corner, he counts to three, whipping the sheet from the table; it floats like a ghost to the floor. A young woman’s bruised body lays still; under the blood and mud, he notices her short blond hair and angelic face.

Of all the things he found in rich people’s basements, a dead body was a first.

“What the fuck?”

Thanks for reading, hope I haven’t steered too many of you away with the dead body. There was a lot more I wanted to add (mainly the wine cellar) but I needed to stick to the rules. Thanks for stopping by and have a great week. 

*Previously titled as ‘A Flip of a Coin’

Read Chapter One here.

16 thoughts on “A Thief’s Wager (10)- Death Under the Sheets

  1. He’s certainly committed, I give him that, but having worked around those smells more than I wished to (hospital housekeeping), I can tell you that if I’m not getting paid, I’m peacing out. Breaking and entering isn’t unionized!!

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  2. Such a wonderfully aromatic snippet! 😉 Since I have two sons in Toronto, I’ve wandered as far as Ottawa a few times — and I was there once for Canada Day. Didn’t get to any concerts, though.

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  3. I would not have moved that sheet! o.O
    Get out, get out! Don’t let the person who put that body there catch you!

    Sounds like a great concert, despite the heat. I feel your pain, I’m in Central Texas, which is the armpit of Hell in the summer–hot and muggy.

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  4. Author Jessica E. Subject

    I don’t think I would have stuck around to find out what was under that sheet. I wonder what he’ll do next.

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