When the time comes, haul the thing up to the roof. Try and ignore the stench. Stick some metal in it and stand back. Hope it starts moving and doesn’ t just fall to bits. Try and enjoy the experience; this is supposed to be vindicating. A little screaming at the sky is melodramatic, but enjoyable. Set the thing free on the town. Let it tear through people’ s lives, their hearts, their gardens. That couple was going to break up sooner or later. Those roses weren’ t healthy anyway. Once it’ s going, there’ s not much you can do to control it; just lock your door and hide in the basement and hope to God it dies before it comes back to your door. When the screaming subsides, don’ t go out. Stay hunkered down. Keep praying – this time, that no one realizes who brought that thing to life. Wait for life to return to normal before you show your face. When you finally crawl out from your home, play the concerned citizen. Offer condolences. Offer support. Offer to help clean up. And, if the opportunity arises, pocket some of the new grievances your monster left lying around. You never know when you’ ll want to raise the dead again.
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