The Spectator

By Joseph Logsdon

Grace loved watching people. No matter what time of day it was, she always managed to keep an eye on the neighborhood. The sad thing was, nothing exciting ever occurred. Every time Grace looked out the window, she only saw an empty world. She was a housewife, and as a housewife, she wasn't allowed to have any fun. While her husband was at the office, she was stuck at home, cooking and cleaning. Some women would love that kind of life, but Grace despised it.

Thinking of suicide, Grace started to write her final note to her husband. She hated her life, so she decided to end it. Before Grace could even write the first letter, she saw something strange. Her neighbor, Ryan Newman, was dragging a body across his lawn. Panicked and out of breath, Grace attempted to call the police, and she would've, if it hadn't been for a sudden interruption. Without warning, her brother, James, opened the front door. Having no time to explain, Grace dragged him into the bedroom.

"Grace, what are you doing?"

"Shut up, he'll hear you," Grace sighed.

"Who will?"

"My neighbor," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"You won't believe this, I saw a body," she gasped.

"Body? What body?"

"You do know what a body looks like, don't you?"

"Enough, Grace, will you get to the point?"

"My neighbor, Ryan, was dragging a body across his lawn. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Cool? How is that cool? If what you say is true, we have to call the police," he sighed.

"James, for once in your life, don't ruin this for me. I mean, think about it, this could be my only chance to be somebody," she laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, who am I kidding, I'll never amount to anything. Day in and day out, I'm here, sweeping the floor. It's a hurtful existence, and if I had to endure one more day of this, I'd kill myself. That's what I was going to do, until you showed up. I'll call the police, you just have to be patient, okay?"

"Forgive me, Grace, but isn't a man's life more important than your sick need for attention?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come now, we both know why you're doing this. You're right, your husband might be a little controlling. Hell, he's probably abusive, but that doesn't give you the right to drag this thing out. What are you waiting for, anyway?"

"Oh, nothing, just for the right moment. The longer you wait in a situation like this, the better the outcome," she sighed.

"Where did that logic come from?"

"Trust me, James, I know what I'm doing," she sighed.

"You better, because if you don't, you'll answer to me," James grunted.

Hoping to find the right moment, Grace decided to wait. An hour passed, then two, then three, and finally, four hours passed. With every minute, Grace thought about calling the police, but she decided against it. When the moment finally did come, she was more than prepared.

"I need the police," Grace stated, holding the phone in her hand.

"What's the situation?"

"It's my neighbor, he's done something wrong," Grace stated.

"What do you mean, he's done something wrong?"

"He killed a man," Grace stated, hanging up the phone.

"You didn't give them our address," James stated.

"Why should I? In this day and age, they can track anything," Grace laughed.

By the time the police arrived, Grace was standing in the driveway, preparing to receive her moment of fame.

"Stay where you are," the officer stated, removing himself from the vehicle.

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"

"Were you the lady who called us?"

"Yeah," Grace answered.

"Then you've done something wrong," the officer grunted.

"What, may I ask?"

"Why did you hang up the phone?"

"I don't know, I got nervous," she answered.

"Believe it or not, we take phone calls seriously. When someone disconnects like that, we assume the worst," the officer huffed.

"Well, I assure you, I'm fine. My neighbor, Ryan, has been acting odd lately. In fact, he's been acting very odd, if you know what I mean," Grace laughed.

"No, frankly, I don't," the officer stated.

"He was dragging a body across his lawn. Surely, that must interest you?"

"Well, where is this body?"

"With Ryan, of course," Grace huffed.

"And what makes you think he'll just show it to me, huh? Even if he is hiding a body, he's going to deny everything, naturally," the officer stated.

"Of course, that's the nature of crime, isn't it? Now, are you going to question him, or am I going to do it myself?"

"If I do that, will you leave me alone?"

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"Without evidence, how can I?"

"Oh, you want evidence? I'll give you evidence," Grace stated.

Determined to discover the truth, Grace didn't hesitate to visit Ryan Newman. She knocked on his door, and strangely, it was unlocked. Walking inside, Grace ventured to his bedroom, where she discovered a terrible truth. Ryan was making love, but the strange thing was, he was making love to a large mannequin. It looked like a human, it felt like a human, it even tasted like a human.

"Oh, my God, what are you doing?"

"Hey, get the fuck out of here," Ryan shouted, slamming the door in her face.

"So, was that the body you were talking about? It sure is lifelike, I'll give it that," the officer laughed.

"You mean, I was wrong?"

"Look at it this way, you've learned a very important lesson, wouldn't you agree?"

"And what lesson is that?"

"Don't be so nosy," the officer huffed.

The End