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tears to his eyes. Running frantically to the other bedroom,
his eyes caught hold of a sight that would burn into his mind
forever.
Nikki laid spread out on the bed. Her body pushed up
into the invisible rapist as he was surely lunging into hers.
The words floated from her mouth defiling everything that they
had ever meant to each other.
"I love you, Marcus...I love you. Don't stop now,
please don't stop."
By the time Marcus could make an effort to stop what was
going on, Nikki had been used for as much as the figure wanted
from her. Marcus had been defeated by something more violent
than the wind, and yet just as invisible. Only the effects
were unmistakably apparent. He had failed her again...
With tears flowing from his eyes, and his legs almost
too weak to carry him, Marcus made his way to Nikki. Her eyes
opened to greet him, and the pleasure of the past few moments
glowed at him.
"Oh, Marcus..You've never felt so good to me...I love
you so much, honey.."
Fighting the increased flow of tears as much as he now
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fought the urge to go along with her for her benefit, he lost
both battles.
"That wasn't me, Nikki...." He cried as he looked away
from her face, too sick to look at her.
"Don't tease me, Marcus. Of course it was you. You're
here aren't you?"
The puzzlement in her voice made him feel a little
better. But she had been violated by some....some thing. He
could only take so much of this before he had the breakdown he
had feared for weeks.
"It wasn't meee..." He whined as the tears made a spot
on the turned back sheet. "It was.....It was that thing..I
couldn't stop it. It had me all over the house and everywhere
else........I couldn't stop it!!"
And then he totally fell apart. He wrapped himself
around her, and as the shock of the moment hit her, she also
began to cry.
They had both been so helpless and unprepared, and now
the whole world crashed down on them. Whether their marriage
could survive the attack didn't occur to them. For the moment,
only pain and degradation flowed from their eyes.
CHAPTER 11
With only two weeks of school left, Eric knew he
shouldn't be at home, sick and about to throw his guts up. The
last weeks of school were considered the most important part of
the year. What it came down to though was FEAR, total and as
absolute as any eleven year old could ever know. He could not
leave the house. The mere thought of leaving the house and
going to school made his stomach churn. Under these
circumstances, he really seemed sick to the rest of his family,
and they even felt sorry for him. If they could have known the
real reason for his condition, they would be as terrified as he
was. The nightmares had rolled through his sleep since he'd
170
seen the thing on the corner. The funeral home had come up in
them every time, and in the past few, a strange man. The man
seemed familiar, but he couldn t place him.
Under these conditions, the time crept by with every
sudden movement material for his imagination. The thing would
come for him again. If he had been important enough to watch
the day before, he didn't have much time left now. It had to
be waiting for him to leave his house. His only alternative,
he couldn't leave. Now, or ever!
A phone call that evening changed everything. A scream
outside his room broadcasted the call, and nearly sent him
through the roof. His little sister had a daily habit of doing
that, but everything was getting to him now. The phone call
itself really threw him for a loop. He could hardly believe it
was Pete.
"Eric... The whispered voice asked as he picked up the
phone. The weakness of it surprised Eric. It had to be Pete
though, because it sure sounded like him.
"Where are you, Pete? Where have you been?"
"I have to talk to you Eric. It's important."
"Sure, Pete, but where are you? I'm sick right now, so
I can't leave the house. Can you come over here?"
The hesitation in Pete's voice gave Eric his answer.
Something had to be wrong.
"No...I can't. Can you meet me behind the funeral home?
It's important..."
"Well...uh..I guess, Pete. Give me some time though,
0.K.?"
The phone went dead. Eric felt an intense dread sweep
over his body. He didn't want to leave his house, but now he
had to. Pete could be hurt, or even worse. He had to brave
the figure's threat and get to Pete somehow.
The idea of protection had to be considered. Would it
be smart to call the police and tell them where Pete would be
meeting him? If the cops were there, he'd feel a lot better.
Pete might hate him for it, but he didn't want to die trying to
help his friend. That'd be really stupid.
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Before he even attempted to leave his house, he gave the
police a call. An SNIU agent answered, and seemed to
appreciate the information more than Eric appreciated a good
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tears to his eyes. Running frantically to the other bedroom,
his eyes caught hold of a sight that would burn into his mind
forever.
Nikki laid spread out on the bed. Her body pushed up
into the invisible rapist as he was surely lunging into hers.
The words floated from her mouth defiling everything that they
had ever meant to each other.
"I love you, Marcus...I love you. Don't stop now,
please don't stop."
By the time Marcus could make an effort to stop what was
going on, Nikki had been used for as much as the figure wanted
from her. Marcus had been defeated by something more violent
than the wind, and yet just as invisible. Only the effects
were unmistakably apparent. He had failed her again...
With tears flowing from his eyes, and his legs almost
too weak to carry him, Marcus made his way to Nikki. Her eyes
opened to greet him, and the pleasure of the past few moments
glowed at him.
"Oh, Marcus..You've never felt so good to me...I love
you so much, honey.."
Fighting the increased flow of tears as much as he now
169
fought the urge to go along with her for her benefit, he lost
both battles.
"That wasn't me, Nikki...." He cried as he looked away
from her face, too sick to look at her.
"Don't tease me, Marcus. Of course it was you. You're
here aren't you?"
The puzzlement in her voice made him feel a little
better. But she had been violated by some....some thing. He
could only take so much of this before he had the breakdown he
had feared for weeks.
"It wasn't meee..." He whined as the tears made a spot
on the turned back sheet. "It was.....It was that thing..I
couldn't stop it. It had me all over the house and everywhere
else........I couldn't stop it!!"
And then he totally fell apart. He wrapped himself
around her, and as the shock of the moment hit her, she also
began to cry.
They had both been so helpless and unprepared, and now
the whole world crashed down on them. Whether their marriage
could survive the attack didn't occur to them. For the moment,
only pain and degradation flowed from their eyes.
CHAPTER 11
With only two weeks of school left, Eric knew he
shouldn't be at home, sick and about to throw his guts up. The
last weeks of school were considered the most important part of
the year. What it came down to though was FEAR, total and as
absolute as any eleven year old could ever know. He could not
leave the house. The mere thought of leaving the house and
going to school made his stomach churn. Under these
circumstances, he really seemed sick to the rest of his family,
and they even felt sorry for him. If they could have known the
real reason for his condition, they would be as terrified as he
was. The nightmares had rolled through his sleep since he'd
170
seen the thing on the corner. The funeral home had come up in
them every time, and in the past few, a strange man. The man
seemed familiar, but he couldn t place him.
Under these conditions, the time crept by with every
sudden movement material for his imagination. The thing would
come for him again. If he had been important enough to watch
the day before, he didn't have much time left now. It had to
be waiting for him to leave his house. His only alternative,
he couldn't leave. Now, or ever!
A phone call that evening changed everything. A scream
outside his room broadcasted the call, and nearly sent him
through the roof. His little sister had a daily habit of doing
that, but everything was getting to him now. The phone call
itself really threw him for a loop. He could hardly believe it
was Pete.
"Eric... The whispered voice asked as he picked up the
phone. The weakness of it surprised Eric. It had to be Pete
though, because it sure sounded like him.
"Where are you, Pete? Where have you been?"
"I have to talk to you Eric. It's important."
"Sure, Pete, but where are you? I'm sick right now, so
I can't leave the house. Can you come over here?"
The hesitation in Pete's voice gave Eric his answer.
Something had to be wrong.
"No...I can't. Can you meet me behind the funeral home?
It's important..."
"Well...uh..I guess, Pete. Give me some time though,
0.K.?"
The phone went dead. Eric felt an intense dread sweep
over his body. He didn't want to leave his house, but now he
had to. Pete could be hurt, or even worse. He had to brave
the figure's threat and get to Pete somehow.
The idea of protection had to be considered. Would it
be smart to call the police and tell them where Pete would be
meeting him? If the cops were there, he'd feel a lot better.
Pete might hate him for it, but he didn't want to die trying to
help his friend. That'd be really stupid.
171
Before he even attempted to leave his house, he gave the
police a call. An SNIU agent answered, and seemed to
appreciate the information more than Eric appreciated a good
baseball game. They'd be there for him. They made that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]