“It happened again.”
She dropped her bag against the hardwood floor and leaned up against the wall. Her eyes were closed and a nervous breath escaped her lips.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”
Her eyes opened and she stared across the room to where he sat with his feet up on the couch reading a book.
“No,” she said. “I don’t think you’re taking this serious enough.”
He swung his feet to the floor and sat straight up against the couch. He started to open his mouth but before he could speak she stormed off down the hallway, yelling over her shoulder.
“Three,” she screamed. “Three times. That’s not just coincidence or circumstance. People are fucking eating people, Jack, and you sit there like it’s no big deal.”
She bit the cork off of a half filled bottle of wine and filled up a dirty glass. He was standing at the other end of the hall as she spread her hands out across the marble counter.
“It just,” she shook her head. “I just don’t like it.”
He walked slowly down the hall, carefully choosing his words with each step, until he stood beside her with his hand on her shoulder.
“It’s just the news,” he said. “It always happens like this. You have a story, an incident, that sparks national attention. And the next day, guess what, another very similar story. It has people talking. That’s all it is. They’ll keep printing those stories until the next big crazy thing comes along.”
He rubbed her shoulder and kissed the goosebumps that ran down her neck.
“It’s ok,” he said. “These stories will go away soon.”
She turned and buried her head into his shoulder as he ran his hair through her thick brown hair.
“It’s Ok,” he said again. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
But his comforting hand stopped dead halfway up her back as a dreadful thought crept into his mind.
The world had only just started paying attention. What horrors had been perpetrated before the glaring light of the media had been switched on? What horrors lurked in the shadows?
She lifted her head from his chest and stared into his frightened eyes.
“What’s wrong? she asked.
He mindlessly caressed her back over her thin cotton shirt and waited for the question to disappear. When it didn’t, he looked down at the girl and smiled.
“Nothing,” he lied. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
Hours after his family members alerted police to a human head and two hands they discovered stashed in metal tins, a Maryland man admitted killing his housemate, cutting him up, then eating his heart and part of his brain, authorities said. – CNN