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“Mom? Dad?” I call out, “are you here?”
There’s no answer, and the house is dark, save for the lone light in the kitchen.
“Ahhh!” panic grips my throat as I feel something brush against my leg. But my scream turns to a giggle. “Casper!” I reach down and scoop up the cat that is rubbing and purring against my leg, “you silly cat! You scared me – but not as much as this crazy woman I met outside. Thank God I made it into the house!”
I walk shakily through the house, turning lights on. I hate the dark. And I hate being home alone. But there’s nothing worse than being home alone in the dark. I shudder, and head for the kitchen.
“Who do you suppose she is, Casper? What was she talking about? ‘You killed my son, you must die?’ She must be some nut, huh?”
As I walk into the kitchen, I notice that some of the cabinet doors are open. “That lazy JoJo! She puts the dishes away – and leaves the doors open. I don’t know wh-"
There’s an arm reaching out of the lower cabinet.
It grabs hold of the cabinet door, and out she steps – those huge eyes glowing – “Thanks for leaving a door open for me, sweetie!” And her arm comes up, clutching the biggest, shiniest knife I’ve ever seen.
“No! How’d you –“but my brain interjects, “Stupid! Run!”
I throw Casper at her, hissing and clawing. I turn and run for the stairs. Casper buys me a few precious moments, but I hear her leaving the kitchen, and following me. I slam the bathroom door closed behind me. With my ear against the door, I listen. Is she coming up the stairs? Why don’t I hear her? She can’t possibly know that the 3rd step from the top squeaks – but how come I haven’t heard her? Where is sh—
There’s a squeak – but it’s coming from behind me, not the other side of the door.
I wheel around, in time to see those eyes – peering out from the cabinet under the sink. “Stupid girl!” she sneered, “not so responsible now, are you? You left the cabinet open! Makes it easier for me. Betcha didn’t know they’re all connected, eh?”
I bolt out of the bathroom – which way, which way? Bedroom, or back downstairs? But I don’t remember how many cupboards are open in the kitchen – so it’s the bedroom! Screaming, I run down the hall, towards my room, but I can almost feel her breath on the back of my neck – feel the breeze created by her blade. I reach the sanctuary of my room, slamming the door shut behind me. She’s pushing from the other side and laughing, “Stupid girl! Bad choice, eh deary? No locks! No locks!”
And the pushing stops. Where is she? Frantically I scan the room – no cupboards or cabinets, so I should be—
Her arm! Coming out of my dresser drawer! I fly across the room, slamming the drawer shut, forcing her back.
“Heh, heh – getting a bit smarter, are we? Next time – next time – we’ll see. My poor boy, my poor boy – dead because of you—dead bec—“
I shudder and awake. "Wow, what a dream!" I think aloud, "just like that one from a few weeks ago"
Rolling over, I see the dresser drawer is open…..I scramble out of bed and shove it closed.
“Jaynie?” Jojo calls groggily from her bed, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing…go back to sleep. Just – well, we can’t leave the drawers open anymore –‘kay? Cause….well, ‘cause we can’t, that’s all.”
Stay tuned -- for the next installment of The Lady with the Flashlight Eyes