I'd found the house
at the end of an overgrown trail, and it was perfect. No-one would
ever find me here. Walking around the outside of the building I found
a broken window and, carefully, removed the shards of glass which
were left.
Climbing inside I
saw the exposed joists, and smiled. Standing on the window ledge I
grabbed one of the joists and swung my legs forward, to make sure the
thick piece of wood wasn't rotten. Satisfied they were strong enough
I dropped to the floor, and opened my bag. Taking the thick rope from
within I sat on the floor, removed the diagram from my pocket and sat
down. An hour later, after a few false starts, the rope finally
looked exactly like the image on the paper.
After attaching one
end of the rope to the ceiling joist I went outside. After searching
for a few minutes I found exactly what I needed. Re-entering the
house I place the battered, wooden, chair under the rope and climbed
up.
Slipping my head in
to the noose I closed my eyes and kicked the chair back, the snap of
my neck the last thing I heard before everything went black.
©JSMorbius
2 comments:
So dark. Right up to the end I was waiting for a twist, but it was not to be. Thoughtful and careful. I hope it isn't self-reflective!
Oh my goodness, that had me right on the edge of my seat. Fantastic tease, Julez, if very dark.
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