The New Neighbor

The man stabbed his cane into the wet grass, as his face twisted into an angry scowl, and muttered, 'She's moving faster now. It won't be long, she's – “ He looked at Robby again.

'You've got to listen to me. I saw your sister today. With her.'

'With who?”

'You know who.'

'I don't know what you're talking about and I wish you would leave me the fuck alone!' Robby spun on his heel and hurried away.

The man hobbled quickly to catch up with him. “Does she come to your house at night?' he asked, stepping in front of Robby and bringing him to a stumbling halt. 'After all the doors are locked? Does she just appear? Like a ghost? She can put everyone else into a deep sleep, you know. Even someone lying right beside you. So they can't hear what she's doing to you. She did it to me. But after a while, she doesn't need to, because everyone is so weak, so ill, that they spend most of their time sleeping anyway.'

Robby prepared to deliver another threat, but he said nothing. Gooseflesh crawled across his back and his hands trembled. He wanted to hurry away, but couldn't.

'You don't look well,' the man continued. 'The flu? Is that what you've got? Yeah, that's what we thought it was. But I know better now. Because I don't think the flu would make my wife take a chainsaw to my son. Or to me. That's how this happened, you know.' He touched his fingers to his mangled cheek. 'She did this with a chainsaw. Five years ago. And she didn't have the flu. But we did have something else. A new neighbor,' he whispered. 'A beautiful woman. A very friendly woman. She was especially friendly to us and to the family three houses down.'

When the man took a step closer to him, Robby’s testicles crept up inside him.

'Do you know what happened to the family three houses down?' The man waited a moment, then: 'The man beat his nine-year-old daughter's skull in with the butt of a shotgun, then tied his naked wife to a chair, stuck the barrel into her vagina and fired. If nothing like that has happened in your neighborhood yet, it will soon. I figured within the next few months, but I know now that it'll be sooner. Probably much sooner. I can tell by looking at you. It's going to happen soon and maybe in your house. Because she's there. Across the street from you. And she's already started, hasn't she? She's… seduced you, hasn’t she? Probably your father. Maybe even your muh – “

'You're insane,' Robby croaked. His throat felt made of half-dry cement, his scalp was crawling over his skull and his eyes were beginning to mist. 'Stay away from me. Just… stay away.'

'It won't be long before you realize I'm telling you the truth,' the man said, his voice trembling with urgency. 'The people around you will begin to change. You'll change. Your thoughts will not be your own. You'll need me,' the man snapped. 'When that happens – “ He pulled a slip of paper from his coat pocket and stuffed in into Robby's. “ – call me at that number. I can help you. I'm the only one who knows how.' He turned and hobbled away quickly.

Robby walked numbly into his biology class and clattered into his desk, interrupting Mr. Hinchley's lecture. Normally, he would have felt self-conscious, but he didn't even notice the stares or Mr. Hinchley's icy glare. Robby opened his notebook on the desk, moving stiffly, mechanically. Mr. Hinchley's voice was a distant buzz. The only things on Robby's mind were the words of the man with whom he'd just spoken.

She's already started, hasn't she? She’s… seduced you, hasn’t she?

Started what? Started what!

Robby heard nothing in biology class or the social studies class that followed. He spoke to no one on the bus going home, and as he walked down Deerfield to his house he saw and heard nothing. Inside, Jen said something to him – something about Mom being sick in bed – but he heard little more than a garbled hum, didn't even see her, really, just went straight to his room and flopped onto his bed without even taking off his coat.

Sleep. Robby wanted nothing more than to allow himself to slide down to the very bottom of a deep, murky bog of sleep. His descent began the moment he felt the mattress beneath him. Mud and moss sucked him slowly downward, oozing between his fingers and legs, creeping up around his face and hair… taking him away from everything.

But he wouldn't let himself sleep. He dragged himself off the bed. He had to talk to her, tell her what the man had said, and ask if she knew him.

Robby left the house, again ignoring Jen, crossed the street and rang Lorelle's doorbell.

Her muffled voice came from somewhere inside: 'Come in!'

Inside, the first thing he saw was the sculpture. He half expected Lilith's head to turn toward him and grin.

'Who is it?' Lorelle called from another room.

He heard her footsteps hurrying down the hall. She appeared in a long black robe that was thin as tissue; he could see her naked body beneath it, but immediately lifted his eyes to her face, determined not to let the robe – or the body beneath it – divert his attention.

'I need to talk to you, Lorelle.'

'I'm so glad you came over. I was just thinking about you.' She reached for his hand, but Robby stepped back.

'No. We have to talk.'

'We don't have to talk here, do we?'

'Yes.'

'Robbyyyy.' She smirked and shook her head slightly, as if she were disappointed in him.

'There was a man here. Friday. He walked with a cane. You called the police. I watched from my bedroom.'

'Yes, there was a prowler. Why?'

'Who was he?'

'I don't know. Just a prowler.' She took his hand again. 'You look tired, Robby.'

'I saw him again on Saturday. And today. At school.' His voice was low, breathy; he stepped back and leaned against the wall because the strength seemed to be draining from his legs. 'He says… he knows you.'

'He's probably just some crazy old street person who eats out of the neighborhood garbage cans. That's all. Come here. You look so tired.'

She led him slowly down the hall – slowly, because Robby's steps were uncertain and clumsy – and into the bedroom, where she seated him on the bed, took off his coat and eased him back onto the pillows.

Robby felt himself sinking into that bog again and fought it, trying to sit up, but Lorelle pushed him back down, gently. Her hand felt cool on his chest, and above him he saw her nipples brush against the thin material of her robe. She melted in a watery blur as she began to unbutton his shirt.

'No,' he breathed, 'nun-no more. Please.'

'I know you don't mean that, Robby.' Her voice seemed to come from a great distance. 'Just relax.'

With his shirt off, she started on his pants. With his eyes closed, Robby felt her cool hand on his cock. He closed his eyes a moment, then opened them to see her slipping her robe off. She leaned forward and squeezed his cock between her breasts.

Robby moaned, tried to sit up, couldn't and fell back down on the pillows. He tried to think clearly, tried to remember what the stranger had told him about her but -

– she sucked his cock hard, squeezing the head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and all thoughts were crowded from his mind as he began to experience the familiar feeling of being drained once again… emptied… wrung dry…

Moments before he came, images began to appear and disappear in Robby's mind, like flashbulbs going off unexpectedly -

– a long rusty nail piercing smooth babyflesh -

– vivid, disturbing images -

– a shiny razor blade slicing through a tongue -

– that strengthened the pounding beneath his cock -

– a shotgun barrel sliding into a vagina and firing with a violent kick -

– and made him cry out with simultaneous horror and ecstasy.