House of Rot

House of Rot © 2023 by Danger Slater and Tenebrous PressAll rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form by any means, except for brief excerpts for the purpose of review, without the prior written consent of the owner. All inquiries should be addressed to [email protected] of this novel was made possible in part by a grant from the Regional Arts & Culture Council. Visit https://racc.org/ for more information.Published by Tenebrous Press.Visit our website at www.tenebrouspress.com.First Printing, June 2023.The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Print ISBN: 979-8-9859923-8-0eBook ISBN: 979-8-9859923-9-7Cover art by Kate BlairstoneInterior illustrations by Echo Echo.Jacket design by Matt Blairstone.Edited by Alex Woodroe.Formatting by Lori Michelle. ALSO FROM TENEBROUS PRESS:Agony’s Lodestonea novella by Laura KeatingSoft Targetsa novella by Carson WinterCrom Cruacha novella by Valkyrie LoughcreweLurea novella by Tim McGregorOne Hand to Hold, One Hand to Carvea novella by M.ShawYour Body is Not Your Body:A Body Horror Anthology from Trans & Gender Nonconforming Voicesedited by Alex Woodroe with Matt BlairstoneBrave New Weird: The Best New Weird Horror, Vol. Oneedited by Alex Woodroe with Matt BlairstoneMore titles at www.TenebrousPress.com To Constance “When life itself seems lunatic,who knows where madness lies?”—Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote FIRST NIGHTANDTHENTHEREWEREFOOTSTEPS IALL WAS SILENT.And then there were footsteps.Lithe and limber. One after another. The sound of gummy bare soles sticking to the freshly-lacquered wood, skulking around the apartment, almost as steady as a metronome. The living room. The kitchen. Up and down the hall. Not a single floorboard remained uncreaked.Elenya DeNova opened her eyes. A full moon peeked through the slats in the blinds, casting a pale light like prison bars on the opposite wall. Aside from that, there was only darkness.The footsteps continued into the bathroom. Whoever was out there was in no hurry to leave. They knocked around like they owned the place, rattling door handles, rummaging around in the closets. The pipes gurgled and the water swirled. Walooooshhh glughglughglugh. Yes, someone was using their toilet. Someone was tapping on their walls. Someone was shuffling about.Myles stirred but didn’t rouse. Elenya could hear the sound of his breath as he exhaled through his nose. She could feel the heat of his body trapped with her beneath the sheets. The two of them in bed together. Peas in a pod.The mattress they slept on they bought just a week prior, at the Mattress Factory Outlet. There’d been so many options to choose from. A showroom full of options. But this was the one. They knew this was the one. It was made out of that high-tech memory foam stuff. That NASA stuff. The good stuff. When laid upon, it would conform to the exact size and shape of your body. Soothing and soft and ameliorative. Go ahead. Close your eyes. Give ‘er a spin. Let this state-of-the-art mattress into your heart. Let it embrace you with its mother-like hug.The mattress arrived yesterday, the same exact day the DeNovas moved in. The UPS driver dropped it on their front doorstep, rolled up and vacuum-sealed in a box the size of a child’s coffin. Once removed from the plastic, it would quickly expand, taking on more mattress-like dimensions as it doubled and tripled and quadrupled in size—a California King—so goddamn comfortable and convenient it made every other mattress they ever slept on look like complete and utter horseshit.Between the security deposit and the U-Haul rental they’d nearly wiped out what meager savings they had. Times were tough for the newlywed couple. Nothing was cheap, not even the gas it took to get there. Sacrifice was the name of the game. They cut back on the avocado toast and learned to mix their own mimosas, and still, most financial experts would assuredly agree, a fancy new mattress was the exact type of extravagance neither of these two millennials could afford if they ever hoped to retire.But even millennials needed to sleep on something, didn’t they? And the weekend the DeNovas went bed shopping just so happened to be Memorial Day weekend as well, and the salesman at the store kept reassuring them that this was the BEST time to buy a new mattress. The ONLY time to buy a new mattress. When it came to the mattress industry, he said, Memorial Day was like their Christmas. All the BIG SALES and BLOWOUT DEALS would only last through Monday, he said, and there was no better way to honor the legacy of your fallen brothers-and-sisters-in-arms than to purchase THE VERY BEST piece of furniture you could from one of the big-box retailers out by the airport. After all, weren’t these temporarily-reduced price points the kind of thing all those brave men and women fought and died for overseas?“So why continue to punish yourself with those squeaky old springs and coils?” the salesman continued, his wrinkle-free discount store suit hanging too big on his slender frame. “You’ve worked hard and you’ve earned your rest, have you not? This space-age Silverflex™ memory foam mattress is literally the answer to all your dreams.”The DeNovas financed it on the spot—an 18-month payment plan for which they barely got approved. The interest rate was brutal, but they splurged anyway, justifying it as a wedding gift to themselves. Admittedly, it was not the most fiscally responsible purchase either of them ever made, but maybe, for once, do you think we could cut ‘em a little slack? They’d already made so many concessions in the past. They’d already given up so much. And here they were, already in their mid-to-late 30s. Adults. And not even young adults either. Myles kept finding gray hairs in his chin stubble. Elenya could feel her biological clock quickly ticking down. They wanted to have babies one day. They wanted to start a family. They wanted to own a house. They wanted all those things. It didn’t seem like too much to ask.So,