H:
Devil was stretching his claws (coughing) and I slept
poorly.
Me: Shall I leave you to sleep?
H:
No darlin’ (coughing) come sit.
Me: I have some story if you’d like to hear it?
H:
That would be a treat.
Me: It’s set just after Morrow’s found Cait – do you want be to
read a little bit before that?
H:
It’s up to you darlin’ (coughing) do as you see fit.
Me: Okay. (read about Cait staying with Morrow and stealing his
razor to cut her hair)
H:
For one who has never been in such a position (coughing) I’d
say you had the measure of it figured out pretty well. The dilemma of wishing
to trust an unknown man and knowing too well man’s nature… I like too Morrow’s
difficulty in knowing how to proceed.
Me: Yeah, he doesn’t have any experience with kids at this
point. Thank you for suggesting the scene.
H:
Pleasure darlin’. I enjoyed the fruits the seed produced. (lighting
cigarette and coughing)
Me: D’you need a blanket round your shoulders?
H:
(coughing) No.
Me: How was your weekend?
H:
Quiet. Snow and the storm. The west side of the house has
snow almost up to the shingles.
Me: It’s not like that all the way round?
H:
No, the wind made a drift. There is a foot, perhaps two on
the ground. (coughing) What of your weekend?
Me: It was alright. The most significant event is the landlady
wants us to move out.
H:
Eviction?
Me: Not so dramatic; she’s allowing us time to find another
place.
H:
She has tenants willing to pay a better price?
Me: No. She just told Kal our lifestyles weren’t compatible or
something.
H:
What does that mean exactly?
Me: Since we don’t make any noise, don’t make any mess and don’t
have any friends over, I really don’t know.
H:
At least in a different room you shouldn’t have to contend
with dogs.
Me: Yeah, we’ve been looking for somewhere else but I’m
surprised she wants us gone considering she’s always bitching about how poor
she is. She can’t be that poor if she can ditch the $900 a month Kal gives her.
H:
Landlords are a perfidious lot.
Me: Weren’t you a landlord at one time?
H:
No, I was set to own a saloon, did, in point of fact, for a
short time.
Me: Why didn’t you stay?
H:
(coughing) It ceased to be a viable venture.
Me: How come?
H:
The usual reasons: money. Town politics. My health.
Me: Would you object if I poured a shot of bourbon?
H:
Not if you shared it.
Me: Here.
H:
Much obliged.
Me: Where are your kits?
H:
By the stove I shouldn’t wonder. Come lie next to me. It’s
perishing – lend me some warmth.
My mother remarried when I was about sixteen and I was often left babysitting my four-year-old brother (my mom and stepdad seemed to have more plans than me now that I think about it). One Saturday afternoon, I had apparently fallen asleep while watching Spongebob with my little brother because I woke up when it had been getting dark to the sound of him screaming upstairs. Disoriented and afraid of what I had let him do, I sprinted upstairs. The sound of his screaming had been coming from our parent’s room. He was crying when I picked him up in my arms. I asked him what was wrong and he told me there was a monster in the closet. The hairs on my arms raised but I shook it off as his imagination. It was probably a dark coat or something. I told him I’d go check (he was in my arms but his head was on my shoulder so he was facing the other way). I walked into our parents room, and then turned to face the open door of the closet.
There was someone inside. A towering figure, facing the other way. It was wearing teal and what appeared to be painters clothes and its head was kind of hunched over at an odd angle, and its hair was long and scraggly. I froze as it slowly began to turn towards me.I shuddered and blinked, seeing the paleness of its face. And after I blinked, it was gone. I looked around the closet, and there was no longer anybody inside, but for a while afterwards, I felt a presence, as if being watched.
James: 9/10: That is one weird and unappealing apparition. Thanks for sharing the scares!
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