Ray Garton - The New Neighbor

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There's a new neighbor on the block. Right across the street. She's beautiful. And friendly. The new neighbor doesnt want to borrow your weed-eater or your lawn rake. She doesnt need a cup of sugar. She just wants to get to know you… And seduce you… And most of all… She wants your soul.

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Ray Garton The New Neighbor Copyright 1991 by Ray Garton Acknowledgments - фото 1

Ray Garton

The New Neighbor

Copyright © 1991 by Ray Garton.

Acknowledgments

My thanks to the following people for their invaluable help: My wonderful wife Dawn, Steven Spruill, Karen Leonard, Steve Rubin, Brian and Tanya Hodges, Richard Curtis, John R. Douglas, Damian Wild, Rhonda Blackmon Walton, Cindi Loftus, and my terribly entertaining Facebook friends.

This book is for

my friends

Latrice and Ken Innes

Thank you

Global Inquisitor

Manic Mom Chainsaws Husband and Son In Crazed Attack

Chicago, Ill.

A mild-mannered housewife became a manic mom and took a chainsaw to her family until her desperate, bleeding husband blew her away with a shotgun!

35-year-old Marie Prosky, a housewife in the Chicago suburb of Arlington Heights, turned into a bloodthirsty butcher one afternoon, fired up her husband's chainsaw and used it to split open the skull of her sixteen-year-old son Gordon. The terrorized teen died instantly, but not his father, who bravely stood up to the buzzing butcher.

37-year-old Ronald Prosky, a reporter for a prominent Chicago newspaper, was seriously injured. The wicked wife used the chainsaw to cut into her husband's face and slice off one of his hands.

In spite of his injuries and loss of blood, Prosky was able to get to the shotgun and blow his wife to kingdom come!

While the gutsy gunman teetered on the edge of death in a nearby hospital, local police officials tried to piece the case together in search of answers, but are still unable to give a reason for Mrs. Prosky's bloodthirsty buzzing…

One Year Later

It was under the light of a fat, bright moon on a dead summer night, while her husband Mitch slept off a fifth of cheap whiskey, that Connie Padgett sneaked out of their stubby bullet-like trailer with a small suitcase packed with the few things she could not leave behind. Her feet clanked on the three rattly metal steps below the trailer's door, then crunched in gravel as she closed the door carefully, silently. She limped painfully because, a couple of days ago, Mitch had thrown her against the night stand and she'd bruised her hip.

Through the trailer's window Connie could see the shimmer of their small black-and-white television, playing for its unconscious viewer, who was sprawled on the sofa breathing noisily through his mouth. As she turned and looked around her, she saw the same glow-sometimes gray, sometimes a hazy blend of colors-coming from nearly every trailer in the court, like frightened ghosts trying desperately to escape their small box-like prisons.

Connie walked past Mitch's rusty, battered Chevy pickup to the edge of the narrow graveled road that ran down the center of the Cherry Tree Trailer Court and looked around for the last time. At twenty-three, she'd spent the last two years at Cherry Tree, watching the Kansas flatland that surrounded it grow flatter and seemingly more vast while Mitch lost one job after another. The gap between jobs grew a bit longer each time and was filled with a bit more drinking and progressively chillier silences. In two short years that now seemed a lifetime, Connie had come to this: sneaking away with a single suitcase of personal belongings, wondering why she had ever married him in the first place.

He'd been different back then, two years ago; he'd been charming and warm and full of enthusiasm. The plan had been that he would work until they could afford to send her back to school, at which time she would finish her education and begin teaching. But it didn't work out that way. One job after another failed; he began drinking; he stopped looking for work, until they were finally so broke that she had no idea how he could afford the booze he brought home every night, let alone the gas it took to get him to the store. And, of course, along with the booze came the screaming fights, the swinging fists. It seemed inevitable and she had not been surprised.

But she hadn't expected what began to happen six months ago.

They got a new neighbor, a beautiful woman who turned the head of every man in the trailer court, including – maybe especially – Mitch's. During the day, he did favors for her; he worked on her car, repaired broken appliances and even painted a cabinet for her – with his own paint. In the evenings he drank, of course; he sat in front of the television with a bottle and a glass, looked angry and snapped at Connie, said horrible, hurtful things and sometimes struck her or threw her around the trailer. All of that was bad enough, but late at night he did something else that Connie thought was even worse. He went for walks. Of course, he couldn't stand up without swaying, but around eleven or so each night, he struggled off the sofa, slurred something about needing some fresh air, and went outside. He was always gone for hours. She had her suspicions, but wasn't certain until she followed him out one night.

He went over to her trailer. Connie had watched as the entire trailer rocked with their rutting. It was one thing that he was having an affair, but Mitch hadn't touched Connie in months. That was when she decided to leave.

She walked down the narrow road that ran through the trailer court, trying not to look at the trailer in which her husband's lover lived, but unable to keep from glancing across the way to the candle burning in the trailer's window. It was there every night, its flame winking in the darkness. Although Connie was ashamed of the thought, she often wished the candle would burn the trailer to the ground.

Looking at her watch, Connie realized she was early; she'd called a cab about two hours ago and it wouldn't arrive for about another ten minutes, so she took her time walking away from her home, glancing over her shoulder at her trailer now and then, half hoping Mitch would stick his head out the door and ask where she was going, maybe beg her to come back; maybe even tell her that he really did love her and promise that things would change. She had no idea what she would do if that were to happen, but she couldn't help wishing, hoping that the last two years of her life had not been wasted.

She walked slowly, watching that candle in the woman's window. There was a shapeless heap on her front porch: one of the two Dobermans. She kept the other one inside, walked both of them twice each day and treated them like royalty. They were named Cain and Abel and Connie couldn't help feeling that there was something sinister about those dogs. Watching them walk on each side of the woman every day reminded Connie of every evil queen and wicked stepmother she'd read about in fairytales as a child.

Something moved.

Connie stopped. The dog on the woman's porch lifted its head, ears stiff, and gave a low, throaty growl. On the opposite side of the trailer Connie spotted movement in the darkness. Bushes rustled and footsteps crunched over the ground.

A short squat figure emerged from the dark edge of the road. It looked to Connie like a dwarf. She stepped back into the shadows and hugged her bag to her stomach, holding her breath as the figure crept around the woman's trailer toward the porch and the Doberman, limping awkwardly into a pool of light from the window next door.

Connie dropped her bag when she saw his face. He turned to her suddenly, so she could see him fully, and she shrank back, horrified.

The Doberman stood, growling, and the man moved quickly. A long gleaming blade appeared in his hand with a metallic hiss and he waved at Connie, rasping, "Go! Get away from here! Now !" Then he rounded the trailer and lunged for the dog as the porch light came on and the door opened.

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