Evil God

Chapter 1 Bed Bottom

In the dim light of the street, Jeff dropped a cigarette butt that had almost burned the filter.

And then,

his eyes quickly to both sides, while habitually with the soles of his shoes to step on the cigarette butts, back and forth friction.

"PSST... damn it..."

Jeff swung his feet so hard that he forgot that the soles of his shoes were so thin they were almost breathable, and he burned the soles of his feet.

The evening wind was blowing up and down the street with a chill, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. In the distance, a few of them were hurrying down the road with their hats and scarves wrapped.

Jeff had turned the collar of his coat upside down, its sides greasy from the stain, but for the moment it gave him a sense of security that he was being hidden and protected.

In front of them was 128 Mink Street. From 50 to 200, they were all row houses. The people who bought or rented there probably weren't millionaires, but at least they were middle class.

In front of the house is a family of three living, the master is a doctor, the mistress is a teacher, they have a seven-year-old son.

A maid would come during the day to clean and tidy the house, but she would not stay overnight and would go home when dinner was ready.

In addition, the family has a habit of going out to the theatre every Saturday night.

The door was opened, and the man in a black suit came out first and started the car parked at the door

Then, wearing a red dress hostess also took the children out of the door, the door closed, and the children have to laugh on the husband's car.

Then,

the car drove away.

Jeff licked his upper and lower lips with his tongue, stepped forward, turned over a low wooden fence that would have been unstoppable to a small dog, landed in the garden, and sprinted up the steps, taking a key from his pocket and inserting it.

“Ka-chow...”

A clear sound signifies success in opening the door.

Three months ago, when Jeff, who was still a moving company worker, provided the moving service for the family, the hostess trusted the moving company with the keys to her new house, and Jeff took the opportunity to make a copy secretly.

Only then he was hesitant to steal, he had almost lost everything;

Now, he didn't have to hesitate, because he not only had nothing, but he was in debt.

After opening the door, Jeff Darts in and closes it quickly.

“After tonight, you'll understand why you need new locks when you move.”

On the ground floor is an open-plan kitchen and dining room, plus a babysitting room in the northwest corner.

Jeff went straight up to the second floor. Instead of turning on the lights, he turned on the flashlight he had brought with him. The light was unstable.

“Damn...”

Jeff cursed again. He knew it was because the battery was low, but it was also because he had spent the money he had intended to buy the battery on a 5-rupee pack of “Molfs”.

The elbow struck the flashlight hard, and it shone a little brighter than before.

The second floor is the couple's master bedroom plus a small study and a bathroom;

As for the third floor, because it is the attic, so only the children's bedroom.

Jeff opened the door to the master bedroom and saw a king-size bed with a wide assortment of quaint cabinets. He knew that the room was probably filled with valuables, but he still had to check the den before he left.

“Hiss... hiss...”

The friction of electricity and the sound of snowflakes.

“Welcome to the Roja storytelling program. I'm an old friend of yours... Alfred the Great, the Moonlight Tonight is very beautiful. Under such a beautiful moonlight, no matter what you do, it seems like there's always a taste of happiness...”

Startled by the sudden noise, Jeff looked down and saw an old peanut tube radio.

“Damn it, can't You Save Your Electric Bill when you're away from Home?”

Jeff reached over and turned off the radio.

After that, he began to rummage through the dresser in the room. Generally speaking, the hostess liked to put some jewelry that she often wore and the living expenses in the room. Of course, it would be great if she could find the jewelry box next.

"Ka-chow..."

At this moment there was the sound of the door opening on the first floor.

Jeff almost jumped out of his skin.

Then, the sound of high heels on the stairs, the goal is very clear, is coming to the bedroom.

Jeff pushed the drawer back and turned off the flashlight.

He is a thief, he is not a robber, theft and robbery are two completely different concepts, even in a court of law is not the same.

Most importantly, he does not have the courage to be a robber!

The sound of high heels came quickly, with a hint of urgency.

Before Jeff could think of anything else, he lay down on his side and rolled under the bed.

“Squeak...”

At about the same time, the bedroom door was pushed open.

“POW.”

The lights were turned on.

Jeff, who was under the bed doing “Pseudo-flat support,” saw a pair of red high heels go to the dresser and rummage around in them until she seemed to find a small jar of medicine, and finally the sound of swallowing.

And then,

it's a series of breathes of relief.

Jeff saw the woman's high heels pause for a long moment before the dresser. Then the woman got up and the heels began to move.

“Ring, ring, Ring, Ring……”

The telephone rang.

High Heels left the bed and went to the coffee table under the windowsill where the phone was.

The woman answered:

“Yes, yes.”

“MM-HMM.”

“I was going to go with them, but I suddenly fell ill and had to come back to take my medicine. Let them go tonight. I'm resting at home.”

“It's all right. Don't worry. Thank you for asking. I'm fine.”

The woman hung up, turned around, and walked over to the bed.

“Snap.”

Stepping on each other's heels to remove the shoes, the heels fell almost directly in front of Jeff, so close that Jeff could smell them from the top.

Then the bed shook,

the woman would have gone straight to bed,

and let out a long, comfortable sigh,

apparently,

after working during the day, she left her family activities with her husband and children to finally have a moment of leisure. Even if it was because of physical reasons, it was still very comfortable.

Under the bed, Jeff began to wonder what he should do.

He regretted it now. He should have covered his face earlier. If he had known that it was just a woman going home alone, he could have covered his face and threatened her, telling her not to move before he left.

He believed that the woman was alone and did not dare to act rashly. Moreover, he had not had the chance to steal anything yet. The other party might not even report the incident to the police!

But just think about it.

Even now, when it was clear that there was only one woman in bed, Jeff did not have the courage to come out from under the bed and threaten her.

Jeff opened her mouth as wide as she could, and began to breathe in and out silently to relieve the tension.

Waiting for a woman to fall asleep, waiting for a woman to fall asleep,

when she fell asleep, she could slip out from under the bed before her husband and children returned and leave without alerting anyone.

The woman in bed was humming a song, and there was the sound of turning the pages of a book.

Damn it, why aren't you in bed?

Jeff didn't know how long the woman upstairs had been reading, because he had lost his sense of time under the bed.

Finally,

“Pow.”

Jeff heard the book close.

The woman got out of bed, barefoot.

She began to yawn as she made her way to the bedroom door.

Is she going to take a shower?

Jeff was delighted.

While she's in the shower, he can slip away!

However, to Jeff's dismay, there was a click, and the woman came back, followed by the sound of the radio snowing.

"Squeak..."

The woman lay back on the bed and picked up the book.

Soft music began to play on the radio, and the woman hummed along.

Hell, she's not gonna wait till her husband and kids get home!

A song ends,

a man's voice came over the radio:

“After a short break, welcome back to the Roja Story Club, where we continue the story we have just told, and our hostess, Catherine, is lying in bed with a book in her hand, listening to a song, enjoying the short leisure time of the night; In fact, she had always been envious of other stay-at-home wives because it was too tiring for a woman to go to work and take care of her family and children at the same time.”

"Oh..." Jeff heard a sigh from the woman in bed, who seemed to be in a similar situation.

However, just then, on the radio, and it gives Jeff The Creeps!

“But what Catherine didn't know was that while she was enjoying her rare leisure in bed, there was actually someone lying under her bed...”

”...” Jeff.

”...” woman.

The original sigh on the bed and turn the page of the voice, suddenly stopped.

Together with the pause, the radio sound, it seems that the signal is not good or something wrong with the old radio, Snowflake Sound again filled.

Jeff's heart was almost in his throat, and he found it too quiet to breathe.

“Ha-ha... Ha-ha...”

In Bed, came the woman's laughter, as if in their own to ease their embarrassment, of course, the main purpose or to resolve this“ Their own fear of their own” depression.

If it weren't for circumstances, Jeff would have laughed along:

Look, Madam, don't listen to that jerk on the radio. There can't be anyone under your bed!

However,

just then,

jeff saw a foot and slowly poked it down.

The woman moved to the bedside.

Jeff looked at the foot, his own fists slowly clenched.

He saw that the woman's toes were also taut.

The woman seemed eager to get out of bed and look under the bed, and Jeff knew exactly what she would see once she got out of bed and looked down...

But,

the woman's feet, just after touching the floor, and slowly retracted.

Whoo...

Jeff breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he knew it, he was sweating profusely.

But when he gasped, he had to control it. He hated the scene, hated the situation, and even hated himself for trying to be a thief.

Probably,

five minutes?

Jeff didn't know if he had five minutes. He didn't have a watch, and it was impossible to count the minutes under the bed.

Suddenly,

jeff saw a lock of hair falling from the bed.

Jeff could almost see it in his mind's eye under the bed, as the woman in the bed slowly peered down.

Hair, longer and longer, and more and more,

the hair in the front almost touched the floor.

Jeff stared blankly at the scene, not sure how he would face it later.

Get down on my knees and ask a woman to let me go?

Or do I use the most overbearing, threatening tone to silence a woman before I leave?

It seems... the first one suits me better.

Hair, already touching the floor;

Then the woman's forehead slowly appeared in Jeff's field of vision.

A little further down, a little further down,

just a little bit,

jeff could see a woman's eyes,

but it also means that women can see him under the bed.

Jeff held his breath. The tension in his chest was so great that he forgot to breathe for a moment. He just stared at the woman's receding forehead.

And then,

the woman stopped.

It seems that women are afraid, too, of what might happen if they did see someone under the bed.

Even though she knew that a glance was the best way to dispel her doubts and fears, she just couldn't look...

The woman's hair, which had fallen to the floor, began to rise,

the woman's forehead disappeared from Jeff's vision,

the woman lay back on the bed,

the woman began to gasp,

jeff finally realized that he had been holding his breath for what seemed like a long time. He opened his mouth and began to gulp the air in silence.

His head was a little dizzy, and tears started to flow from the corners of his eyes. He wanted to cry. He wanted to return to the street now. Even if he faced the cold wind, he could happily sit by the side of the flowerbed, smoking, and spitting, also have to be very loud very exaggerated very unethical spit!

He doesn't know how long it's been,

there was no movement on the bed,

she, probably asleep by now?

Jeff reckoned that by the time the woman's husband and children came back, he might really be trapped.

He was already so afraid of a woman that when the man came back, he would probably lose all courage.

She's asleep, so... I, come on?

Jeff began to shift his position slightly. He was already leaning under the bed. He turned carefully to lie on his back. Then he began to wriggle slowly, poke out slowly from under the bed;

The squirming made Jeff feel like a giant... ... Maggots.

His left hand was on the floor, and his right hand was on the side of the bed. In many places, he began to exert a slight force to pull himself out from under the bed.

The first one out,

it's Jeff's head.

The reason he had turned his face up earlier was that as he left the bed, Jayson wanted to make sure his eyes were always on the bed.

And if he come out on his stomach first, the woman on the bed behind him suddenly lets out a scream,

oh, my God,

jeff thinks he's gonna freak out!

Move out slowly,

he saw the side of the bed,

he saw a woman's hand hanging by the bed,

move out gently,

he saw a woman's hair,

she should be asleep. She should be fast asleep. She must be.

The sleeping position is not good, her husband is not at home now, she should be sleeping in the middle of the bed!

Continue to move out carefully,

Jeff's figure suddenly stopped;

Because he saw a woman's hair, is a drop, the drop in height, means that the woman is not lying... ... But she's lying on her stomach, and she's looking up.

Who Sleeps... with their head up?

So, she should have her eyes open by now, in... ... looking at the floor slanting forward.

And if I continue to move out,

it's very likely that his eyes will meet hers!

For a moment, Jeff felt his scalp go numb. He wanted to pull himself out completely from under the bed, but... ... but he didn't have the courage.

In the end,

he could only slowly and dejectedly slide himself back under the bed again.

And when his head was once again covered with the bedspread,

the heart that he was hanging on to finally fell.

This bed, gave him a sense of security, as if he had come home again.

Just then,

outside came the sound of the car engine, then, flameout.

Then there was the sound of the door opening on the first floor, and the boy's laughter.

Men and children, come back.

But Jeff didn't think he was finished... He even felt himself ...... Good Riddance.

He even expected to be discovered and rushed out;

Or he was stopped by a man and beaten up, or he was caught by a policeman who later called the police.

But in any case, even a police holding cell would be infinitely better than it is now.

A series of footsteps began to make their way up the stairs,

the bedroom door was pushed open.

Jeff's face was turned sideways to the bedroom door.

He first saw a boy's sports shoes, this kind of sports shoes when he was five or six years younger, he also wanted to get, the price is not cheap, wear out the whole person can appear a lot more confident.

And then,

he saw a pair of men's shoes, very delicate, not polished fine, but new shoes.

“Great show today.”

“But I'm a little sleepy, Dad.”

“Haha, when you grow up a little bit, you can understand it. How about next week, Mom and Dad will take you to the zoo, Okay?”

“Really!”

"Of course."

“Mom, did you hear that? Dad said he would take us to the zoo next week.”

“I hear you, I hear you, all right, George, go wash up, it's time for you to go to bed, honey, you should take your son to wash up, I'm going to make George's bed.”

A pair of red high heels came in from outside.

Jeff just felt that the atmosphere of this home, really warm, if I had such a warm home before, it would be great.

“All right, all right, I'm going to change the radio. It's time for the securities news.”

The man seemed to fiddle with the radio's antenna, and the Snowflake Sound, which had been one part of the night, suddenly grew louder and then disappeared:

”... It's a nice nighttime story, isn't it? Everyone, wherever they are, has a partner and is never alone. Well, thank you for listening to tonight's Roja story, and our next program for you is securities news, and I believe you are going to be rich again……"

On the radio,

start playing light music as a transition between the two programs.

Get Rich... Oh, get rich.

Jeff was only amused. How could he have ended up like this if he hadn't listened to his friends and sold his father's house to buy a stock that was bound to go up?

Right now,

the father took his son to the bathroom, while the woman went to the third floor to make his bed.

This is his chance, now get out of bed, rush down the stairs, open the door, rush out, and be safe and free!

Jeff made up his mind, with both hands on the floor, hard, his shape, suddenly froze.

A picture suddenly appeared in his mind,

that is, before, the woman came in from outside, came back with her husband and children. The woman who had been lying on the bed, she, who Is It?

Isn't she lying in bed, so how come the family of three who came back before didn't see her?

"Shh."

From the back of the head position, came a slight voice, slightly cool, gently stroke the back of his head.

Jeff turned his head slowly, somewhat startled,

under the bed, almost against his own back,

first he saw a pair of legs, then down, saw a face;

No,

he saw only his legs and the face between them.