The student I was supposed to work with came down with the flu. It was too late for me to schedule any other appointments and our office had been pretty quiet that week, so my boss told me to head home early, get an early start on the weekend.
Usually, I would text Camio and let him know I was coming home, but I didn’t think of it. I figured he’d still be at work, so I didn’t bother to inform him. I grabbed a muffin at the bakery and headed home in high spirits.
I knew the apartment wasn’t empty the moment I stepped in the door.
I became instantly aware of two things.
The first, was the noise. It sounded like someone was eating something – something rather messy. It was a faint sound, coming from Camio’s room down the hall. I knew he must be home then.
The second was the smell. The moment it hit my nose, my face furrowed in disgust. It was harsh and metallic, the smell of something that shouldn’t be there.
I walked into the apartment as quietly as I could, instantly understanding that something was wrong. There was a thrum of tension in the air, I could sense it. I made my way silently down the hall, pausing once I was outside Camio’s room.
The eating sounds were louder. They were wet, hungry sounds, and I could hear Camio grunting as he feasted on something.
Spellbound, my fingers trailed to the doorknob.