Mother

Supernatural Stories | Jun 6, 2013 | 4 min read
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He awoke to the sound of the wind howling outside. He lay there for the longest time listening, trying to make sense of what the inner most demons of his mind wanted. That is what these wind storms late at night did to him, make him lay awake, thinking, thinking about his shitty past and prospects for the future. He turned his head to look at the clock. A quarter past two. Damn, in five hours he would have to get up and scream at a bunch of illegals to get the job done.

The insomnia was getting worse, sleeping pills didn't work, nor did alcohol. He would conk out for about four hours before something, anything would wake him and he would spend the rest of the night laying there thinking.

This night he resolved would be different, he made a nice cup of herbal tea, went out to the gazebo in the back yard and would try to relax. The sky was clear and the wind was not nearly as bad as it sounded from inside.
Just to be safe he popped a couple of pain killers and soon he was in deep dreamless slumber.

He awoke with a start, not knowing why, the wind had died down and there was no ambient noise, no traffic, shouts from the street, sirens, nothing. It was too quite for his comfort. He looked towards the house and it was pitch black. He was sure he left at least one light on in the kitchen. Could his wife have awoken and turned the lights off? Perhaps.
As he got up and entered the house he realized he was still dizzy from the effects of the pain killers. He fumbled in the darkness for a light switch, and blindly fumbled inside the house for another. At last finding one he flipped the switch…no luck, the lights refused to respond to his command.

Cursing he thrashed about until he chanced upon a goofy tiki cigarette lighter that he kept by his desk. With this meager bit of illumination he searched drawers and utility closets only to find flash lights without batteries and useless burned down candles. He made a note to himself to chew out his wife in the morning for keeping a lot of useless crap.

Banging his shin on some unknown object he made his way to the bedroom, the old timey wind up clock said it was, a little past four o'clock. Damn! In another couple of hours it would be light. He thought he could just get back in bed and try to get his head in a good space.

But wait! His wife was gone and so were their two little dogs. It looked like they just upped and left. Could there have been some kind of emergency and they just didn't bother to try to find him?

This and all the absolute silence started to really creep him out, sooo, he ran out the front door.

The walk to the carport was a good two hundred feet distance, the night air was uncomfortably cool, then he realized…slapping his forehead, he realized that he had forgotten his car keys. A box of files fell that was on top of a hutch fell on him. "How can anyone find anything in a mess like this?" He exclaimed to the silence. Scavenged wildly for a minute until he heard a noise from the bedroom.

"Sparky?" He called with a trembling voice. No response, just a slight scrapping in his direction. Primal terror drove him to spin and run out the door. He tripped, scrapping his hand savagely.

The sidewalk made several gentle turns as it made its way up an incline to the carport and freedom. On either side were solar yard lights that glowed feebly which served a purpose of showing where the sidewalk boundaries were more that provide proper illumination.
At the final bend were seven irregular steps made of rail road ties. The lighting here was particularly bad, but he didn't care. He bounded over them, chest heaving. Suddenly he stopped, something grabbed his ankle, no pain, but a terrible cold overtook him. An unknown force urged him to look upward. There at the top of the steps stood a figure, motionless and encased in the blackest of black. It reeked of malevolence.
"Mother," he said.
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