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me. Their eyes were completely black.”
“I knew it,” I hissed.
“Jake, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Bea knelt down in front of him and held his hands.
He pulled one hand away quickly, wiping his eyes and smiling just a little. “Well, it isn’t like forgetting to pay the gas bill or backing into a pole with the car. It’s a bit more out there than what we usually talk about.”
“Jake.” Aunt Astrid stood up. Her face was serious. “Did they touch you?”
He shook his head hard. “Touch me? Are you crazy?”
“What did you do then?” I asked. I wanted to hear that Jake had told them in no uncertain terms that they should get the hell off the porch and never show their ugly faces again or they would risk a night in the tank. I wanted to hear a string of obscenities directed toward these little monsters that would scare them back to whatever dimension they had come from. But I didn’t. What I heard made me tremble.
“They told me again to let them in. Only, it wasn’t like regular voices. It was like a hiss. And it wasn’t like we’re talking now. It was inside my head.”
I gasped.
Jake clenched and unclenched his fists. “And you know what the worst part was?”
“It gets worse? How can that be?” I asked, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open.
“I didn’t even realize that my hand was reaching for the latch to open the door. I was completely oblivious to it. It was like I was being pulled like a puppet.”
“Oh, Jake. That’s just horrible,” Bea said. I could hear in her voice the compassion for Jake, but underneath that, there was an unmistakable rage. Something had messed with her man. I wasn’t sure who I was more worried for, Jake or those things once Bea got a hold of them.
“If I had opened that door even a hair, those things would have gotten in. Not just inside Blake’s house but… inside my head.” Then he started to laugh out loud. “I had my phone in my hand. I swear I was about to dial 9-1-1. How would that have looked? Me calling 9-1-1 while I’m at the house of my police partner?”
I couldn’t help it. That made me laugh out loud.
“But even though I was going to dial 9-1-1, my hand was shaking so bad, the numbers were all a blur. And those kids just leaned in closer to the screen, staring up at me, quietly whispering for me to let them in.” Jake took both of Bea’s hands in his and held them tightly. “I just thought of you, Bea. All that came to mind was your pretty face. Then I slammed the door shut. You know how it feels when you pull out a splinter or rip off a Band-Aid really fast? It hurts but feels good once it’s done, right? That was how I felt. Like a thick splinter had been pulled from somewhere.”
“Did they try to get in anywhere else?” I asked.
“I don’t know. But after I slammed the door shut, within a couple of seconds, I heard this loud crash. You can bet I thought they had help trying to break into the back of the house while I was distracted.” Jake reached behind his head and scratched Treacle, who was sitting there, listening with closed eyes. “My police training kicked in, and I drew my weapon. The dog had stopped barking. I was sure something had gotten into the house, but Blake stepped into the hallway, perfectly fine.
“He shouted at me to holster my weapon, and I asked him about the crashing sound. He didn’t hear anything and just wondered who was at the door. I couldn’t tell him two little kids scared the hell out of me and that I was afraid to walk to my own car.” Jake looked sad. “I didn’t want to say anything about this, but I haven’t felt right since it all happened. Do you know what those things are? Do you know what they want?”
The room was completely silent, and that scared me.
None of us knew what those things were, but now two people had seen them. One had let them in and committed suicide the next day. The other hadn’t but was suffering a severe case of Post-Traumatic
“I knew it,” I hissed.
“Jake, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Bea knelt down in front of him and held his hands.
He pulled one hand away quickly, wiping his eyes and smiling just a little. “Well, it isn’t like forgetting to pay the gas bill or backing into a pole with the car. It’s a bit more out there than what we usually talk about.”
“Jake.” Aunt Astrid stood up. Her face was serious. “Did they touch you?”
He shook his head hard. “Touch me? Are you crazy?”
“What did you do then?” I asked. I wanted to hear that Jake had told them in no uncertain terms that they should get the hell off the porch and never show their ugly faces again or they would risk a night in the tank. I wanted to hear a string of obscenities directed toward these little monsters that would scare them back to whatever dimension they had come from. But I didn’t. What I heard made me tremble.
“They told me again to let them in. Only, it wasn’t like regular voices. It was like a hiss. And it wasn’t like we’re talking now. It was inside my head.”
I gasped.
Jake clenched and unclenched his fists. “And you know what the worst part was?”
“It gets worse? How can that be?” I asked, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open.
“I didn’t even realize that my hand was reaching for the latch to open the door. I was completely oblivious to it. It was like I was being pulled like a puppet.”
“Oh, Jake. That’s just horrible,” Bea said. I could hear in her voice the compassion for Jake, but underneath that, there was an unmistakable rage. Something had messed with her man. I wasn’t sure who I was more worried for, Jake or those things once Bea got a hold of them.
“If I had opened that door even a hair, those things would have gotten in. Not just inside Blake’s house but… inside my head.” Then he started to laugh out loud. “I had my phone in my hand. I swear I was about to dial 9-1-1. How would that have looked? Me calling 9-1-1 while I’m at the house of my police partner?”
I couldn’t help it. That made me laugh out loud.
“But even though I was going to dial 9-1-1, my hand was shaking so bad, the numbers were all a blur. And those kids just leaned in closer to the screen, staring up at me, quietly whispering for me to let them in.” Jake took both of Bea’s hands in his and held them tightly. “I just thought of you, Bea. All that came to mind was your pretty face. Then I slammed the door shut. You know how it feels when you pull out a splinter or rip off a Band-Aid really fast? It hurts but feels good once it’s done, right? That was how I felt. Like a thick splinter had been pulled from somewhere.”
“Did they try to get in anywhere else?” I asked.
“I don’t know. But after I slammed the door shut, within a couple of seconds, I heard this loud crash. You can bet I thought they had help trying to break into the back of the house while I was distracted.” Jake reached behind his head and scratched Treacle, who was sitting there, listening with closed eyes. “My police training kicked in, and I drew my weapon. The dog had stopped barking. I was sure something had gotten into the house, but Blake stepped into the hallway, perfectly fine.
“He shouted at me to holster my weapon, and I asked him about the crashing sound. He didn’t hear anything and just wondered who was at the door. I couldn’t tell him two little kids scared the hell out of me and that I was afraid to walk to my own car.” Jake looked sad. “I didn’t want to say anything about this, but I haven’t felt right since it all happened. Do you know what those things are? Do you know what they want?”
The room was completely silent, and that scared me.
None of us knew what those things were, but now two people had seen them. One had let them in and committed suicide the next day. The other hadn’t but was suffering a severe case of Post-Traumatic
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