Unexpected Reality: Book 1: Gamer Girl Page 28

'Yeah, Henry. Shhhhhhh!' Laura teased. 'Come on, who would pass up a free lunch? The Night Stalkers of South Africa, eh? Interesting. Bring the book with you if you want. You know how sexy I find books...' Laura put her finger along Henry's collarbone. 'If you want lunch, you know where to find me.' She walked away slowly from the table.

  Henry packed his books quickly and put them in his bag. He knocked over a pile and sent a few crashing to the floor. 'Wait up!' Henry said as he gathered his materials and chased after Laura.

  Ethel focused her attention on the fleeing Henry. Her face contorted with pain and then went blank. Her skin seemed to fade into an ashy white. Her strict features transformed into a grotesque mask. Her eyes were engulfed by her pupils. She put a clawed finger up to her dry lips. 'Shhhhhh....'

  Chapter 31

  Things were moving inside Jenny Marshall's house. Matthew remained fast asleep as the cupboards relieved themselves of their contents. A box of cereal fell to the ground and three bowls soon followed. Before long, the rest of the inventory avalanched to the floor.

  'Jenny?' Matthew called out as he turned away from his pillow. 'Jenny? You there?'

  Matthew waited for an answer and then kicked the covers off when he heard further noise from downstairs. He put on his slippers and robe before leaving his bedroom. The robe was slightly stained an off white from where he had spilled bleach on it. The slippers were a gift from his ex.

  As he opened his bedroom door, the sounds of children giggling filtered up the stairway. He called Jenny again, but couldn’t hear a response. Matthew made his way downstairs and walked into the kitchen. The drawers were turned upside down and the cupboards were gutted. Their contents were scattered across the tile floor.

  'Jenny? This isn't funny! Whoever did this better be long gone!'

  Giggles came from upstairs. They were accompanied by footsteps. Matthew walked over to the stairs. He peered up the railing and he saw his bedroom door slam shut. There was more giggling.

  'Kate, if that is your bratty nieces up there, I'm going to batter their arses!' Matthew barked.

  Matthew reached out to grab the handle on his bedroom door. It was ice-cold to the touch. He twisted the handle and pulled. Nothing. He turned the handle again and kept pulling the door only to have it remain firmly shut. The giggling noises increased as he tried to open his bedroom door.

  'Open the bloody door!' Matthew shouted.

  The door came open with enough force to knock Matthew down. Four large ghostly spiders crawled across his legs. They were opaque in color and had small hairs on their legs. Each was slightly bigger than a tennis ball and far hairier. He crawled backwards and brushed them off. One spider was too fast and made its way up towards his face. His eyes could pick out the pincer-like fangs. The other three spiders scuttled back towards his body. He could now feel their legs on his skin as they walked up his arm. The one on his chest moved up towards his neck before beginning a crawl to his hair.

  Matthew screamed.

  Chapter 32

  A waiter walked over to table 29. He took out his notepad and pen. 'Hullo, I'm Billy. I'll be serving you today. May I start you two out with something to drink?'

  'Hi, Billy. Yes, all right. I'll take a glass of the house wine, please.' Laura said.

  'And you, sir?'

  'I'll have an ale.' Henry said.

  'The ale for you. I hope dark is okay?' Billy asked.

  'I usually go for pales, but dark will be just fine. Thank you.' Henry responded.

  'Dark it is then. And, I might add, you seem a very lovely couple! If you need anything, just let me know.' Billy left the table to fill the couple's order. Henry smiled and Laura blushed.

  'Did he just say we were a couple?' Laura said.

  'I do believe that was the man's words. Not just a couple, mind you, rather a lovely couple at that.'

  'I have to say, I couldn't agree more.'

  'So, we're a couple then?'

  'I meant we are lovely. The couple thing, well, we’ll have to see how that plays out. Maybe.'

  'At this point, I'll take a maybe. You're definitely my type.'

  'How so?' Laura asked.

  'As I said. I go for pales. It looks like you haven't seen the sun in ages. I'm Irish, but you look...'

  'Like a ghost? Is that what you are trying to say?'

  'No. I was going to say that your skin is a perfect porcelain.'

  Laura blushed again. When she looked back towards Henry, she could hear Abi's voice in her head. She turned her eyes downward towards the table. Billy came back with the drinks. He held two empty glasses in one hand and a bottle of white from California with a dark ale from the south in the other hand. He set the glasses down on the table and poured one glass of wine for Laura and a bit of the ale for Henry. He asked if they had decided on their food order yet and Henry asked him to give them a few more minutes. Billy left the table and told them to flag him down when they needed him.

  As Billy left, Laura's eyes went back to Henry's face.

  'Your eyes, are they green or blue?'

  'Can't you tell?'

  'I thought I could, but they keep changing in the light.'

  'They do change a bit, I guess. Some people say green and others say blue. I think it has to do with the background or what I'm wearing. Something like that.'

  'I wish mine were like that.' Laura said.

  'Nonsense. Yours are just fine. They're...'

  'Like two lumps of dung?'

  'God no. I was going to say they're like two stars twinkling in the moonlight.'

  'Isn't that a line from a song?' Laura asked.

  'Is it? I don't hear much popular music. I'm a bookworm, you know.'

  'Oh, my weakness! Bookworms. Right. I almost forgot I said that. So, what were you reading up on anyway?'

  Henry said he was researching what some people called Night Stalkers. He had thought they were like the Night People but he wasn’t sure.

  'How do you mean?' Laura asked.

  'Well, Night People seem to be this evil shadow existence that can take form as projected by the subconscious.'

  'You mean they are made up?'

  'Not entirely, no. I mean the evil is real, but it's formless for the most part. It takes the guise of a person usually because people are what it finds itself surrounded by. It can take a deeper form of someone from a person's subconscious in order to draw the power. Establish a connection. Something like that. As I said, I'm just starting to really dig into everything.'

  'And the Night Stalkers aren't that then?' asked Laura.

  'No. Not exactly. Night Stalkers don't actually need a physical shape. They can feed off a person by attaching themselves to the person. They don't need a physical form. I guess the big difference is one is like the Boogey Man you see under your bed and the other is like the wind that pricks your neck hairs.'

  'And both are evil?'

  'Night People are. But there is a thought that Night Stalkers aren't evil, but just some sort of natural force. They would be no eviller than, let’s say, lightning. Lightning can destroy and kill, but it doesn't do so because it is evil. It does it because that is what lightning does.'

  'And you think your friend saw one of those things?'

  'I think she was haunted by the physical aspect of a Night Person. I don't think she meant Night Stalkers. Maybe she had both, I'm not sure.' Henry's mood changed. He became reflective as if in deep thought.

  'You miss her?'

  'I think about her a lot. I mean, not in that way, of course. It's just… well, I don't know. She played such a part in my life early on. Even when she had to move away, we kept in touch the best we could. That usually meant her writing me though. Not the other way around. Not out of a lack of trying, mind you. She just kept moving around though. I just wish...'

  'Wish what?'

  'Nothing.' Henry knew he had begun to talk about himself almost too much and didn’t want to mess up what was meant to be a nice lunch.

  'Enough abo
ut me. What about you? You said you just moved here.'

  'I've been here for about a month.'

  'Northern girl, eh?' Henry said.

  'Is my accent that obvious?'

  'Not at all. I just have an ear for them. It comes from trying to hide my Irish one all of the time. So, what was Laura Davis like growing up? I bet all of the boys had crushes on you.'

  'You'd bet wrong. Besides, why worry about what Laura Davis was like when she was too young to know anything. Why not just enjoy the Laura Davis sitting in front of you in the present?’ Laura teased.

  'That’s an offer?' Henry asked.

  Billy came by with his notepad out and asked if they had decided on what they wanted to have for lunch. Henry looked over to Laura. She nodded her head in the affirmative, ordered pasta and another glass of wine. Henry did same without the wine.

  'Really though.' Henry continued as Billy walked away. 'You know about me and my tragic love of a friend who was taken away the same night. How bad can your childhood possibly be?'

  'My mum was a drunk and crack-head. She overdosed. Dad died in prison after he was sent in by my Nan.' Laura was blunt.

  Henry apologized for pushing her so far and begged her to talk more about her present, but Laura had already pulled it all out and wasn’t ready to put them back in that fast. She told him her mum wasn’t always around and when she managed to come home, it was as though she wasn’t there. When she touched on her dad’s abuse, she spoke with venom and stared into her wine glass. She was only nine. Laura only found protection hiding behind her Nan, who passed away a few years after her dad went to prison.

  'There must have been something positive. I mean you turned out all right.' Henry said.

  Laura fiddled with her napkin and told Henry about her voyage through several children homes after her Nan died. She also mentioned she had only a friend in ten years.

  'Told you. Something positive. So, do you keep in touch still?'

  'No, She. Laura flinched, unsure of how to answer. 'Well, she and I don't really talk anymore.' She managed to speak.

  Henry went on about how he wished Laura and Abigail could have met. He thought they’d make good friends. Laura was beginning to feel uneasy and chose to focus their discussion on something else. She asked Henry to postpone the Abi talk till the next time they went out

  'You mean there's a next time?' Henry asked.

  'We do make a cute couple. After all, who am I to argue with a waiter as good as Billy?' Laura flashed him a smile that could melt a heart.

  Chapter 33

  Jenny sat on her sofa reading a book. It was the most recent horror crime fiction by Jim Phoenix. She was just getting to the part where the child came home with the bloody severed head of her friend in a trick-or-treat bag, nonetheless. A small scratching sound came from the ceiling. Jenny turned her attention upwards and then back to her book.

  Another noise, similar to the first, came from above her. Jenny put the book down and looked at the ceiling. She thought Matt had regained his strength and had gone about making unsolicited furniture re-arrangement in the house. Jenny put her book down and started her way up the stairs. There was a small noise like papers ruffling against each other. It was coming from the office. She headed towards the office door.

  'Matt? Is that you? Thought you were in bed.' she said as she opened the door. 'I guess it must be the wind. Damn cold in here. Wonder who left the window open?'

  Jenny felt for the light switch and flicked it on. The room came into view in an instant. The middle light of the three track flared brightly and then popped. The glass fell to the floor.

  'Bloody hell. If it ain't one thing, it's another. Top of it all, the window is dead shut. Not sure why it's so cold in here though.'

  The first and third light bulbs on the three track lighting flickered for a moment as if on a dimmer switch. Jenny walked back to the light switch. She turned the lights off and back on. With the power going through the lights the second time, the remaining bulbs shone brightly as the sun and exploded. Their glass fell towards the shells left from the middle bulb.

  'Forget this nonsense. I'll have Matt deal with this tomorrow.' Jenny said as she went to shut the door behind her. She sauntered towards her brother's room and put her ear to the door. The sounds of his soft snoring came through the door. She smiled and took a walk towards the stairs, but stopped short when she heard footfalls downstairs. They weren't large stamps, but rather a lot of little feet running around.

  Jenny paused on the stairwell and tried to look down. 'Is...is anybody there?' She asked with an unsure voice.

  The bathroom door across from the office slammed shut while the office door swung open. The paper rustling noise picked up again. Jenny turned and ran into her brother's room. She shut the door behind her.

  'Matt. Matt. Wake up. Matt!' she said, trying to keep her voice down the best way she could.

  Matthew groaned and rubbed his eyes. He turned on the lamp on the nightstand near his bed. Matthew’s eyes were sunken and red. His body was drenched as were his bed sheets.

  'Did you just wake me up to tell me that?'

  'There's someone in the house!' Jenny said. 'I heard noises up here so I went up to look. The bathroom door just slammed shut. I heard footsteps downstairs. I think someone's broken in. I'm not sure how they got in.'

  'Hand me that Bull Worker.'

  'What?'

  'The gym thing. Mr. Stretchy.' he said, pointing to a steel cabled portable home gym.

  Jenny reached over and grabbed it for him. 'Here. Just be careful.'

  'You mean we should be careful. I'm not going out alone.'

  'My hero...' Jenny said sarcastically.

  'Whatever. Just step back from the door.' Matthew cracked open his door and looked through. The bathroom door was still shut, but there were noises coming from downstairs.

  The two walked through the door to the hallway. Matthew took the lead. He held his home gym like a baseball bat. They slowly made their way towards the bathroom. A sound of the tap running along with a woman humming could be heard through the door.

  'Are you sure this isn't just some sort of trick Kate's playing? One time she said she was possessed by Madame Curie and she tried to steal our microwave?'

  Matthew told Jenny it wasn’t Kate as she had left much earlier. Just then, the humming rose to a song that neither Jenny nor Matthew could place. The water slowed down.

  'Hello? Who's there?' Matthew shouted. 'Whoever you are, you're trespassing and we're calling the police. I'll give you to a count of five to come out or I'll come in there! Don't make it hard for yourself. If you leave now, we won't call no one. Swear.'

  'One....Two....Three.....Four....Five!' on the fifth count, Matthew rushed into the bathroom. He opened the door and ran inside holding his portable gym back in an offensive position. The light was on, but the room was empty. The sink was dry as a bone.

  'What the hell?' Matthew barked.

  Laughter came from the living room downstairs. It sounded like kids. Then came the crash of the cutlery. Matthew pushed past his sister and ran downstairs threatening to deal with whoever it was by himself without waiting for the police.

  Matthew swung his Bull Worker as he rushed into the kitchen. There was nobody to receive the connecting end of the blow and it passed harmlessly through the air. The drawers in the kitchen opened and shut manically while the fridge opened up and food started to fly off of its shelves. A jar of relish narrowly missed hitting Matthew in the head. It smashed into the wall behind him and left a green slime trail on the wall.

  'What's going on!' Jenny screamed.

  The sound of children laughing came from upstairs again. The two could barely make out the noise of the bathroom and office doors slamming over the commotion in the kitchen. A knife stuck into Matthew’s shirt, pinning him to the cabinet.

  'Jesus, Matt!' Jenny cried.

  A glass from the counter launched at Jenny, but she ran out of the kitchen quick enough
to avoid being hit. Matthew ripped his shirt free as he swung his Bull Worker at a jar of pickles. A plastic jug of mustard hit him in the stomach, leaving him winded and doubled over in pain.

  'Matt! Get out of there!' Jenny yelled as she ducked back into the kitchen to pull Matthew out. He lost his balance and she went crashing to the floor. Matthew narrowly avoided being gored by a butcher knife as he slammed the kitchen door shut.

  Footstep sounds came back from the upper part of the house. They could also hear steps from the bathroom to the office. The doors slammed open. Their bedrooms were victimized next. There came a growl from Matthew’s bedroom accompanied by laughter. It wasn't a child's laugh anymore. It was something much more deep. Something much more primal.

  'What the hell is that?' Jenny was screaming now.

  Matthew looked upstairs and then back to the kitchen. He could hear everything slam around in the kitchen and the footsteps kept up in the first floor. He couldn’t possibly fathom what was happening and exactly why it was happening. Just then, Jenny remembered Matthew had told her about Henry being a Parapsychologist.

  'Henry....give Henry a call.' Jenny said as she held her brother close.

  Chapter 34

  Phil Green looked over a video footage with his partner Chris Mills. They were sitting in Chris's car. A beat up mutt of a car whose lineage was more 'junkyard' than 'store front.' The car’s door handle was held together by wire and duct tape. The rest of it quickly deteriorated from there.

  'See that? Right there! Told you....now pay up!' Chris said.

  'Still can't believe it.' Phil looked puzzled.

  'Believe it, it's right there on tape, so prise open your wallet you tight arse'

  'Did you know she was? I mean...wait a minute. Weren’t you the one who got the call from her in the first place? This was all just one big set up, wasn't it?'

  'You’re accusing me of setting up a job for us?' Chris laughed and went on about how it was universally acknowledged that a single woman in possession of fine looks, a jaw-dropping figure and good fortune, always wanted a man.