Day 53

Great aunt Mavis stopped speaking three years ago.
Her pale face utterly void of emotion.
Her breath a strange hissing wheeze.
You felt glad your only interaction with her was tidying her room.
If only you could get rid of the smell.

You and your relatives take turns sleeping in the room next door
to aunt Mavis' in case she needs something.
You never get sleep when you're there.
All you can hear is that wretched hissing wheeze breathing.
You plan to end her.

On your next turn you will smother her in her wheelchair.
It'll look like she naturally passed away.
You'll play the part of distraught relative losing their beloved great aunt.
It couldn't be simpler.

Two weeks later it was time to put your plan into motion.
3am you creep into her room.
She was still propped up by the window.
The open curtains to reveal an empty morning.

You move in with the pillow but trip over her oxygen tank.
Accidentally the wires have come out... of her head.
Pulling a good deal of her flesh with them
The stench of decay is nigh overwhelming as is the silence.
You hear the wheezing hiss coming from the wires on the floor.

How long has she been dead?
Since she stopped talking?
Since she had her first stroke?
Since before she came here?

Wait, her eyes were closed a moment ago...
Her head turns towards you