The seminar started, and introductions were made. Simon stood proudly and introduced himself. He even made of show of knocking over a glass of water so that everyone would notice his presence. Then when the time was right he slipped out.
The journey back to the apartment building was quick and Simon slipped behind some bushes to press the frog. Once invisible he took the mask out of the holder and held it ready to slip over his head. He would have liked to have done it when he was visible but time was of the essence and he had to be sure of being in and out before Lily came home.
He stood by the security door, waiting for her to leave the building. Before the door could close he squeezed in. If he had brushed the door no one would notice, the breeze would have blown it. He waited, invisible, in the lift lobby for the lift to come down. There were several people waiting and the lifts were small. He didn’t want to give it all away by brushing against someone so he waited until there was no one going up, got into the lift and pressed the button. So far it was all going to plan.
Outside the door of his apartment, he took the mask from his pocket and placed it over his head. He had done this many times in the privacy of the toilet near his office. He knew every bump and groove of the mask. When he was sure it was on properly he slipped the key into the door and opened it. He heard his Mother-in-Law call out for Lily.
“Have you forgotten something?” She asked. And then she saw the front door close all by itself.
Simon watched her carefully. All thoughts, all hesitation as to whether he should go through with this vanished. The old bitch was scared and Simon fed off her fear like an animal feeding off the carcass of a victim.
The old woman stood there wringing her hands; unsure of what was happening. Once again she called out for her daughter. “Lily, are you here?”
Simon remained quiet and the urge to snigger was almost overwhelming.
He watched as his Mother-in-Law turned back to her bedroom. This was getting better by the minute he thought.
As the old woman entered her room she reached behind her to close the door and it was at that moment Simon grasped the door, holding it firmly open. The old woman spun about, quickly for her age as Simon pressed the frog and in one terrifying instant, he became visible.
He watched as the old woman’s eyes widen in shock. The hateful old woman clutched her chest and sank to her knees, her mouth working soundlessly, her face a grimace of pain. The heart attack Simon had hoped to achieve had become a reality.
He looked down at his Mother-in-Law as she lay on the ground. Clutching her chest, gasping, painfully, for air, as death overtook her.
When he was sure she was dead he made his way out of the apartment. Sadly, it would be the painful job of Lily to find the old woman, call emergency services and then call him. Simon had to be sure he was in a position to answer her call with the right amount of surprise, shock, and horror. He had to get back to the seminar as quickly as possible so that he would be in the right place for witnesses to see his reaction to the news.
Simon waited until the lift arrived by its own accord and got in. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself, even in his state of invisibility. Once again on the ground floor, he waited for someone to open the security door so that he could sneak out behind them.
Still invisible he took off the mask, rolled it up and dropped it in a rubbish bin. He would never need it again.
Then he walked into a park area, found a quiet spot so that he wouldn’t frighten anyone by suddenly appearing and pressed the frog. He had no way of knowing if he was visible until he got to a reflective surface but, having done it so many times in the past, he had no doubt about what would happen.
And then he heard the child scream. And the adult standing next to the child saying, “Why do you wear such a stupid mask where children are playing?”
Other adults shouted at him and asked him the same question. What was the problem? Simon wondered.
Then he pulled out his phone and saw his reflection in its screen.
The zombie stared back at him!
(c) Copyright John Stewart Sloan – 2017 – Not for Distribution