9 Tales Told in the Dark 4 by 9 Tales Told in the Dark

Author:9 Tales Told in the Dark [Dark, 9 Tales Told in the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bride of Chaos
Published: 2015-01-14T23:00:00+00:00

THE END.

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JUST LIKE JIMMY DALTON by Sara Green

The horrors of that night never left Sean Benner, but they never interfered with his life. No the horrors were just reduced to echoes in the back of Sean’s head when he thought of a horrible death the phrase, “just like Jimmy Dalton” echoed in his head. Just those words again and again, the rest of the memory was repressed until he wanted to feel sorry for himself and dig deeper.

A whole life defining moment, summed up in ‘just like Jimmy Dalton.’

Then he was diagnosed with cancer five months ago, and the words didn’t echo. They just fell flat against certain death.

Sean sat with Georgette Dawkins, they were trying to bring that horror back. Sean had convinced himself he wanted to face his fears and his guilt and enter the next life free from the horror. In order to do that he had to face the fate he dodged all those years ago. He had to remember who killed Jimmy Dalton.

Georgette called it pent up survivor guilt.

It wasn’t.

It was his first time visiting the scene of Jimmy’s death since he was dragged to the one-year anniversary. That was thirty-two years ago. He couldn’t even recognize the 30th block. It had some nice homes, stranded in the middle of the ghetto. Some lady had layered the outside of her home with security cameras, and the same rotten convenience store had kept its decorative drug peddlers outside on the sidewalk.

“You’re safe here, cops come by every twenty minutes, just making rounds.” Georgette reminded him, she didn’t live too far away, and probably knew more of the playmakers than the police.

They stood in the middle of the intersection. Jimmy’s blood had been paved over many times in the years since, but Sean could’ve sworn the recently patched pothole marked the spot exactly. “Evil leaves a stain the rain won’t wash away, the Clorox can’t get it out. I can feel it. There is so much here. Not just your Jimmy.” Georgette said as she looked around. “So much evil.” Her voice was chilled, even on so hot a summer day.

Sean knelt down at the asphalt patch. It was cold even in the late summer evening. Georgette began encircling him with white chalk. There was an argument at the other end of the block that carried in high-pitched screams.

“Twenty minutes?” He asked.

“Don’t you worry, we’re safe, they know better than to mess with me.”

Jimmy laughed and Georgette followed, who was she kidding? The best she could do was scare them off with her reputation as some kind of psychic. Although on better days Georgette denied such a label, she was just religious.

“No, I meant, we have twenty minutes and then the cops will probably stop us?”

“Oh.” She nodded and continued, starting a second ring of chalk. She squatted like a dog and sidestepped around, added symbols between the two rings. Sean knew it was some kind of voodoo mixed with a Native American ritual.

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