My Wife Saw The Dead Guy!
By Jeff Salter
One dark winter night, two years ago, it was late (near midnight) when I heard a piercing shriek out of my normally un-flustered spouse.
“What’s wrong?” I called out, my heart pounding madly, on my way from my study to the living room where she was.
“A face!” she exclaimed, still shaking in fear.
“Where?” I asked, looking about the room, especially toward the bank of windows facing the bleak woods to our west.
Her eyes partly covered and her feet drawn up beneath her, she cried, “In the window!”
I dashed to the back windows. “Who was it?”
“The dead guy!”
“Huh? Which dead guy?” I could imagine about 300 possibilities, since we live down the hill from a cemetery.
Her composure having partly returned, she finally pointed toward the TV. “The dead guy wasn’t really dead after all.”
“Oh,” I said, slowly beginning to calm down myself, “a TV dead guy.”
“Yeah. He’s been dead for a whole year, too.”
I shrugged. “So you’re okay? Not being accosted by a ghoul?”
She nodded rather distractedly… and motioned me out of the way so she could see the bare chest of the hunky, no-longer-dead-guy on the TV movie.
Have YOU ever seen a face at your window? Monster, zombie, or hunky (presumed) “dead” guy?
[JLS # 574]