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It was Christmas eve, the world lay covered in a blanket of white. The snow flakes danced playfully in the breeze. The night was frigid and unwelcoming. Not sound was heard except for the steady crunch of snow under a single pair of boots. A solitaire figure shrouded in black made his way along the path dug out by someone’s long hard hours of shoveling. He didn’t belong there, a character who looked as if he could have just stepped out from the pages of a horror novel. He passed quiet houses in neat rows, in a suburb somewhere in north eastern Connecticut. His stride was unhurried though his destination was fast approaching, a house like all the others. It was an un-extraordinary house, gaily decorated with lights hung from the eves, a tree in the window. But inside, fast asleep lay a girl who’s name had been foreseen eons before her birth. In one effortless bound he hurdled to the roof of the two story home. landing with no more than a soft thud, a sound that the girl had heard more than once. Sadie’s eyes opened wide, it was Christmas eve but at nineteen she was much to old to believe in Santa. No she knew exactly what was on the roof. She pulled the covers over her head, like all those times before and prayed that they would go away like he always did. Sadie had been a spirited child, she told her mother wild stories about the most handsome man in the world coming into her room at night. She told her teacher about this man to. she called him her guardian angel, but admitted to any one who would listen that she was scared witless of him because his skin was so pale white he almost glowed, and he never spoke out loud, only in her head. Her mother had been mortified that her daughter was making up such stories. She had the little girl physiologically evaluated, sent her to privet schools, and begged Sadie to stop pretending. But nothing worked. Several times she had been woken in the dead of the night to hear Sadie’s terrified screams. She burst into her daughter’s room brandishing a metal bat, but there was nothing there to fight off. She told Sadie it was her imagination. “there is no such thing as spooks, baby.” she cooed softly as she rocked her frightened child back to sleep. On this lonely winter’s night, while her mother lay sleeping just a few feet away, Sadie rocked back and forth mumbling to herself. She tried to drowned out the sound of his boots on the hard wood floor. Or the feel of his cold breath as he bent close and pulled the blanket from her fists. Sadie squeezed her eyes tightly shut, she refused to look up and admit that her mother was wrong. “Mercedes Baker, it is time.” his voice was even more beautiful than she had remembered. Sharp and clear, she was nearly hypnotized. Sadie shook her head fiercely, she would not be swayed to open her eyes. She continued to chat a little louder, to cover his voice. “what?” “there’s no such thing as spooks, there’s no such thing as spooks!” she nearly shouted, and he laughed. “well spooks or no spooks, there is a such thing as me, and it is time for you to come with me. Open your eyes.”
chalkdawg added this comment 2010-03-29 21:11:56-05:00
Okay, this one creeps me out! lol. Good writing. 5 woofs.
chalkdawg added this comment 2010-03-29 21:11:56-05:00
Okay, this one creeps me out! lol. Good writing. 5 woofs.