Chapter
Thirty-Six

Not long after one of Them exited the bedroom, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern slithered their way in. They’d seen some food brought in there earlier in the evening, but they’d never seen it come out again, and they thought there might be some left for them. Any extra meal you could take without anyone seeing you was a gift. Although sometimes, it was even more fun being spotted but then managing to escape with the food before you were physically caught.

They smelled it, in the dark broken only by the strip of hall light behind them and by some small bit of moonlight peeking in through the heavy draperies, before they saw it.

The thing on the bed.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern had enjoyed lots of experiences with dead things. Mostly, they’d been the agency for those deaths. But this, now, this was something different.

This dead thing was changing.