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Authors: L.I. Albemont
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Department.”
“I need to report two deaths. Two of my neighbors are dead and I-” interrupting her the man said, “Who is this? Are you sure they’re dead?”
“This is Virginia Dare and my address is 323 Crispin Lane. Yes, I’m sure they’re dead. I- well I’m just pretty sure they’re dead.”
“You’d better make sure or else stay out of their way. You need to get home if you’re not already there. Keep your doors locked and curtains drawn. Try not to attract any attention to the house.”
“Ok, but when will someone be coming out?”
“Ms. Dare, no one is coming out anytime soon. It’s just a fluke that you caught me. I’m leaving now to get home to my family. No one else is here. All police services are temporarily suspended. Please, just stay home and stay safe.” He hung up.
Virginia slowly put her coat on and slid the phone back into her pocket. She avoided looking at Bill’s body as she walked into the foyer. Closing the front door firmly behind her she fought through the snowdrifts back to her house. Inside everything looked so peaceful and ordinary that she wondered if she had hallucinated the whole terrible evening. Dropping her coat on the floor on her way into the bathroom, she sat on the edge of the tub and gently peeled off her blood saturated shirt and the rest of her clothes. The gash caused by her fall against the hearth looked ugly and deep. A torn piece of her shirt was inside the wound and she gingerly pulled it out, releasing a fresh trickle of blood. She turned on the shower and stepped under the spray when a wave of dizziness hit her and she sank to her knees. She began to cry uncontrollably, her body racked by deep sobs that only slowly subsided as the warm water washed the crusted blood from her body. Crawling from the shower she dried off, taping her side with gauze. The sun rose as she climbed into bed and mercifully sank into oblivion.
Chapter 7
Enter Caliban
The Tempest
-William Shakespeare
Heavy, shuffling footsteps downstairs woke her. Virginia opened her eyes and scanned the room but didn’t move or make a sound, not wanting to give her location away. Judging by the way the light slanted in under the drawn curtains she guessed it was late afternoon. She lay still, listening to the footsteps as they moved through the downstairs rooms then she heard the stair treads creak as the intruder mounted the steps up to the second floor. Sliding across the sheets and dropping softly to the floor, she grabbed the loaded handgun from under the bed then positioned herself so she would be behind the door when it opened. She waited as footsteps advanced down the hallway. The knob turned slowly and the door eased open. A head and then a plaid flannel covered shoulder came into view and she pointed the gun at Larry’s face just as he turned and saw her. He looked taken aback when he saw the gun and put his hands up sheepishly.
“Sorry. One of the neighbors said you’d gone to Springfield.” he said as his eyes roamed over her body. Virginia realized she was wearing very little. Her arms crossed involuntarily in front of her body to shield herself from his gaze.
“Why did you break into my house?” she demanded as she grabbed her robe.
“Well, me and some of the men are forming sort of a group to protect the neighborhood. We’re checking the empty houses for guns and ammo.”
“This is not an empty house, not yet. I can’t believe you thought it was ok to just break into my house. Please leave.”
“Don’t get your feathers ruffled; I didn’t know you were here. “ His tone turned nasty. “You know, you might want to be a little nicer to
“I need to report two deaths. Two of my neighbors are dead and I-” interrupting her the man said, “Who is this? Are you sure they’re dead?”
“This is Virginia Dare and my address is 323 Crispin Lane. Yes, I’m sure they’re dead. I- well I’m just pretty sure they’re dead.”
“You’d better make sure or else stay out of their way. You need to get home if you’re not already there. Keep your doors locked and curtains drawn. Try not to attract any attention to the house.”
“Ok, but when will someone be coming out?”
“Ms. Dare, no one is coming out anytime soon. It’s just a fluke that you caught me. I’m leaving now to get home to my family. No one else is here. All police services are temporarily suspended. Please, just stay home and stay safe.” He hung up.
Virginia slowly put her coat on and slid the phone back into her pocket. She avoided looking at Bill’s body as she walked into the foyer. Closing the front door firmly behind her she fought through the snowdrifts back to her house. Inside everything looked so peaceful and ordinary that she wondered if she had hallucinated the whole terrible evening. Dropping her coat on the floor on her way into the bathroom, she sat on the edge of the tub and gently peeled off her blood saturated shirt and the rest of her clothes. The gash caused by her fall against the hearth looked ugly and deep. A torn piece of her shirt was inside the wound and she gingerly pulled it out, releasing a fresh trickle of blood. She turned on the shower and stepped under the spray when a wave of dizziness hit her and she sank to her knees. She began to cry uncontrollably, her body racked by deep sobs that only slowly subsided as the warm water washed the crusted blood from her body. Crawling from the shower she dried off, taping her side with gauze. The sun rose as she climbed into bed and mercifully sank into oblivion.
Chapter 7
Enter Caliban
The Tempest
-William Shakespeare
Heavy, shuffling footsteps downstairs woke her. Virginia opened her eyes and scanned the room but didn’t move or make a sound, not wanting to give her location away. Judging by the way the light slanted in under the drawn curtains she guessed it was late afternoon. She lay still, listening to the footsteps as they moved through the downstairs rooms then she heard the stair treads creak as the intruder mounted the steps up to the second floor. Sliding across the sheets and dropping softly to the floor, she grabbed the loaded handgun from under the bed then positioned herself so she would be behind the door when it opened. She waited as footsteps advanced down the hallway. The knob turned slowly and the door eased open. A head and then a plaid flannel covered shoulder came into view and she pointed the gun at Larry’s face just as he turned and saw her. He looked taken aback when he saw the gun and put his hands up sheepishly.
“Sorry. One of the neighbors said you’d gone to Springfield.” he said as his eyes roamed over her body. Virginia realized she was wearing very little. Her arms crossed involuntarily in front of her body to shield herself from his gaze.
“Why did you break into my house?” she demanded as she grabbed her robe.
“Well, me and some of the men are forming sort of a group to protect the neighborhood. We’re checking the empty houses for guns and ammo.”
“This is not an empty house, not yet. I can’t believe you thought it was ok to just break into my house. Please leave.”
“Don’t get your feathers ruffled; I didn’t know you were here. “ His tone turned nasty. “You know, you might want to be a little nicer to
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