The Freezer

Abigail walked up the cellar steps and through the doorway into a large hallway.  

"So, is the turkey there?" asked her daughter Blythe, waiting with her daughter and son.

 Smiling, as if laughing at an old joke that no one else would get, Abigail nodded to the affirmative. 

 "Shouldn't we get it out and let it thaw for a couple days?" 

Looking at each person and nodding with her thoughtful smile, Abigail slowly lifted off her bib apron and hung it on a wooden hook next to the cellar door. 

“When you papa took-ed-ed da bird down to da zellar, he say he would brink it up in time – so not to woory.’  

Blythe rolled her eyes and looked at her two kids. “Moses, please take Cheeky outside and show her the chicken coop.”

“She’s already seen the chickens, Ma. Maybe I can take her out to find some snipes.” He chuckled as the little girl's eyes widened with delight.

“I wanna find a nipe! Mama, can I go with Moe and find a nipe?”

“You are not to go into the woods, Moses. Only the cornfield and only for a few minutes.”

Both children ran out of the house singing some type of snipe-hunting song. 

The grandmother moved to the window and watched as the children disappeared into the stalks of corn.

Some time later, Blythe walked up the cellar steps and through the hallway door.

“Where's the turkey?” asked her fiance Hector, before spitting a plug of chewing tobacco out into the kitchen drain. 

“It’s spitting crap in my sink,” she said, while removing her bib apron.

Hector immediately lunged at the woman with his clenched fists readying to punch her lights out.

Holding her right arm up, she flicked her wrist and sent Hector through the cellar door. He bounced on three of the fourteen steps that led to the cement floor, which he hit face first, with the rest of his body completing an arc that left him belly up with his twisted and broken neck beneath him. 

Blythe studied the still body for a few seconds before turning the lights out and closing the cellar door. 

The freezer lid slowly opened; the inside light snapped on, and a man rose up out of the icy box. Once he was standing erect, he stepped out of the freezer.  

The body on the floor was lifted on one end by invisible forces which raised the corpse to its feet. Its head was rearranged to look natural. 

From the freezer, Abigail rose and stepped out. She was followed by her grandchildren who took turns sliding down the outside of the frigid container. Once on the floor, both ran up the steps and passed through the closed door. 

Abigail turned back to the freezer and withdrew a medium-sized turkey. 

“Dare iz room now, Papa.”

“Set da boozart down, Abby. I wah brink it oop in time.”

Setting the frozen turkey on an occasional table, she headed up the stairs and through the sealed doorway. 

Hector’s eyes popped open and he looked about the room, lighted only by the freezer light. 

As questions filled the dead man’s brain, the older man placed his hands in a gripping form and, without touching the corpse, raised the dead body off the ground, adjusting to a horizontal position in the air, and moving toward the freezer. 

“Where are you taking me?” asked Hector.

“To hell, boy,” said the old man.

“The freezer? I thought it would be – fire.”

“Separation, boy. Eternal.” 

“Good. I hope –”

“No more ootterances, boy, No more seeing or herring. Eternal separation.”

Hector dropped into the freezer and the lid slammed shut. 

 Some time later, Papa walked up the cellar steps with a turkey, opened the door, and entered the hallway.

“Oh, Papa have da turkey!” chimed Abigail.

 The outside door suddenly bursts open and Blythe, screaming and crying, holds out hands covered with her children’s blood. 

Behind her, growling like an animal, her husband rushed in with a bloody ax in his hand. 

Abigail, shocked, raised her arms and halted the craved man in his tracks. 

“He killed my children!” screamed Blythe. 

The old woman clenched her hands into fists and then flipped them open. The crazy man went aflame and burned white hot until he exploded and wiped out the house and everything within a mile radius. 

Some time later, Abigail was waiting for her beau to arrive and escort her to the county fair. He was a local boy and would be a suitable cover for the time czar invasion.