A door. In the wall of the coat closet.
Well, I suppose that follows. If you're going to store body parts in the closet of one house, might as well store the parts in a closet as well.
It was like the smell at Luthor’s room.
Except stronger.
Lois, please leave!
She darted out to grab the keys on the last step, not registering their slickness.
oh no
“What’s that in your hand?”
Lois looked down and her eyes widened in terror.
In her fear of being discovered she hadn’t noticed that the keys had gotten wet when they fell. She dropped them in horrified revulsion and stared at her bloodstained hands, her breaths coming in faster and faster.
Teresa shook her head.
“Ms. Lane,” she said tersely, “I think you might have violated my privacy.”
ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Oh, I really hope Clark decides to make a timely appearance here.
Lois collapsed and lay motionlessly.
Teresa sighed tiredly, she went to the living room and grabbed the now-sticky keys from where Lois had dropped them. Then she opened the coat closet door and moved the coats aside to open the door behind them. Teresa pulled on the cord to turn on the light and went down the stairs. She came back up several minutes later with a shovel.
Holding the shovel with one hand, she took Lois’ left foot with her other and proceeded to slowly drag her out, leaving thick crimson streaks behind her on the living room floor tile.
My stomach hurts.
Clark's opinion of Teresa sure did a quick 180.
The rain clouds moved away and the moon’s crescent shone its delicate light down…
…illuminating pale fingers curling out from among the black of the earth, followed by pale hands and slender naked arms, unmistakably familiar to Clark as they emerged from the moist ground.
The ground shook once more and Lois sat up, the white of her skin a stark contrast against the dark earth around her. She looked down at her hands, slowly opening and closing them as if for the first time.
These are the eeriest, creepiest lines I have ever read in LnC fanfic.
“Teresa had always wanted to be with Luthor, she was upset that other women got the opportunity she felt she couldn’t have.”
I was three quarters right.
“A mix between Carrie and Dawn of the Dead, I gathered. I guess that makes it the second time I scare you half to death.”
I suppose it would be helpful if I had seen either of these, because I am still not exactly sure what happened.
But then she narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into an eerie smile. Her voice somehow sounded off to Clark as she said:
“Or maybe not.”
And a great, creepy ending.
What a fantastic story, Alcyone!
