O'Hannon heads over to Martha's house to find out.

It took O’Hannon half an hour to get to Martha’s house which was a little out of town. She had left the station early. If Martha had gone crazy, it would be better to visit her as a friend rather than make the visit official and take another cop.

She parked the patrol car and walked up the drive. The front door opened as she approached it. Martha was smiling. “It’s a miracle. Come in. He’s upstairs having a bath.”

O’Hannon followed Martha into the sitting room. Martha was a sprightly seventy-year-old. Her lined face was creased with a big smile. “I was frightened at first, that was why I called you but Ted kept calling my name and so I let him in.”

O’Hannon sat down, “Martha, I’m not doubting you but I was at his funeral.”

“I know!” Martha clapped her hands and held them in front of her mouth. “The poor man. Imagine it. Waking up in a dark box deep under the earth. He said it took him hours to break the lid open and then even longer to dig his way out.” Martha shuddered. “I hate to think of it. You should see his hands! They’re wrecked. I want to take him to casualty but he said he was so cold. He made me run him a bath first.”

O’Hannon watched Martha carefully. Was the old woman mad or had her husband returned from the grave? O’Hannon had heard of cases of the living being buried accidentally but breaking out of a coffin and clawing through six feet of earth? She found it hard to believe.

“I’m going to have to see Ted,” O’Hannon said.

“That’s okay Maggie,” Martha got up from her chair. “This has quite flustered me. I haven’t even offered you a drink. I’ll go and get him then make us all some coffee.” She left the room and O’Hannon heard her slowly walking up the stairs.

The Sargent looked around the room. There was aphoto a photo of Martha and Ted on the sideboard taken a few of years before. It showed a happy couple in their sixties. He was a tall man, standing behind his wife holding her as they were photographed in front of Niagara Falls. O’Hannon was thinking how happy they looked when she heard a thump on the ceiling above her. She thought she heard a muffled cry.Stepping through into the hall she glanced up the stairs. The landing light was on. “Martha?” she called.

“Maggie help m…” the answering cry was cut off.

Loosening the catch on her pistol the Sargent quickly climbed the stairs to the landing. She could hear a muffled banging behind a door to her right. Steeling herself she drew her pistol and turned the handle. The door was not locked so she pushed it open.

She was not prepared for what she saw. Martha was sitting on top of a chest of drawers. Her legs were spread wide and her husband Ted, stark naked, was between her legs thrusting into her. He was holding her arms so she could not struggle.

“Ted! Stop it Ted. Get off me!” Martha was pleading.

Drawing her pistol, O’Hannon spoke calmly, “Ted, step away from Martha.”

Ted stopped moving and turned his head, his eyes meeting Maggie’s for the first time. She suppressed a shudder. His eyes looked dead and yet he had such a look of lust on his face. “Dear Maggie.” He said. His voice was low and menacing. “Such a pleasure to see you. I haven’t seen you for ages.” He let his wife’s arms go and stepped back from her. There was a slurping noise as he came out of her. Martha slumped to one side, sobbing and rubbing her wrists.

O’Hannon tried to ignore Ted’s penis, which looked so thick and dark sticking out in front of him. “Ted, I’d like you to step further back while I check Martha is okay.”

Ted did not seem to hear her. “Always were a do gooder weren’t you Maggie? How old are you now? Thirty? Still unmarried? What a waste. I bet your tits are great. Why don’t you take of your shirt?” Ted lurched towards Maggie his outstretched hands reaching for her. She was horrified to see that there was no flesh on his fingers. They had been reduced to bare bloodied bone. Despite herself she let out a shriek before loosing a shot into Ted. It caught him in the shoulder and sent him staggering back.

“Get up Martha,” she pulled the old woman to her feet. “If you come any closer Ted, I'll shoot you again."

The old mans face was drawn back in a rictus of a smile. He did not seemed troubled with the gaping wound in his shoulder. “You can’t kill me Maggie. Your pussy smells so good. I can smell it now. I bet it’s much wetter and softer than my wife’s.” Ted’s tongue licked his lips and Maggie saw it was swollen and black.

Horror filling her, she dragged Martha from the room. Ted lurched after them grabbing Martha by the arm. “She’s mine. You can’t take her.” Martha was shrieking.

“Let her go Ted!” Maggie shouted. Ted paid no attention trying instead to kiss his wife and **** his thick black tongue into her mouth. Martha was screaming hysterically. Maggie swung her pistol hitting Ted on the side of the head. The blow would have felled most men but Ted staggered slightly and shook his head before continuing to reach under his wife’s dress. Maggie noticed his revolting penis was still engorged.

“Come on my dear. I haven’t been able to get it up like this since I was fifty,” Ted laughed. He turned his head to Maggie, “or maybe you’d like to blow me?”

In desperation Maggie swung her fist at his head hitting him full in the face. The **** of the blow knocked him off his feet. Before he could recover Maggie was on him. She pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed them together. He resisted and struggled but she had done this many times before.

“Oh Maggie! That feels so good. Get me a ball gag and we can play dirty games!” Maggie locked him in the back of the police car before calling in for back up. She asked a friend to come round and stay with Martha and then drove back to the station. Ted talked dirty to her all the way and was still mouthing obscenities as she locked him in a cell.