The police came late that afternoon. They asked questions but voiced no
suspicions. The ashes were still hot; they had not yet been raked. Louis answered
their questions. They seemed satisfied. They spoke outside and he wore a hat.
That was good. If they had seen his gray hair, they might have asked more
questions. That would have been bad. He wore his gardening gloves, and that was
good, too. His hands were bloody and ruined.
He played solitaire that night until long after midnight.
He was just dealing a fresh hand when he heard the back door open.
What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own will come back
to you, Louis Creed thought.
He did not turn around but only looked at his cards as the slow, gritting
footsteps approached. He saw the Queen of Spades. He put his hand on it.
The steps ended directly behind him.
Silence.
A cold hand fell on Louis's shoulder. Rachel's voice was grating, full of dirt.
'Darling,' it said
THE END
AFTERWORD
Firstly thanks to my friend/rival Nikhil Raj(author of Cain the unwritten soul) I got the courage to publish this novel....i really wanted to delve into the topic of the effects of bring the dead back alive.... Thanks my friend/editor SDK who was the first person to read this novel...am happy to finish this novel....damn it took me 3 months to and i wrote 63 chapters am shocked at myself.... anyway A Night of the Living Dead finishes it's sterilization (Dec 3 2025-Feb 3 2026)
I hope to write more do check out my other novel...A Tale of Tales....as that was the first novel i ever wrote in my life in 2022 currently it's planned for 3 seasons...but at what pace I am writing that it will definitely take 5 year to complete it....well let's see how this goes
Thankyou
BHARATH_SHYAM