In Dark Places by Darryl J Keck

Author:Darryl J Keck [Keck, Darryl J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Derek

Mandi claims her rearward journey happened on July 23, 1994. From my memory, nothing newsworthy occurred on that day. She also pinned those unspeakable crimes on her uncle. If her testimony was bullshit, there had to be a motive for spinning such an intricate narrative. Unless Willie felt her up during her adolescence, why would she have it out for the guy? She wasn’t being charged with anything, yet she presented such an elaborate story full of intricate details. Since I was only two miles from my house, I returned home to dig around for a journal from the summer of ’94.

I’m not expecting a huge revelation to leap from the pages, but I’d like to see what was happening that day—at least from my perspective. I jotted down anything I was feeling or observed. Writing proved to be a safe place to broadcast my views privately. Even as a child, my vanilla family often got uncomfortable when I verbalized any observation that didn’t line up with what the mall was trying to sell them.

So far in my search through these plastic bins, I’ve discovered nothing more than insignificant nostalgia from my childhood—some of which would pull a hefty price on eBay. I certainly didn’t throw much away. As I remove the lid from the bottom container, it’s full of spiral notebooks. Bingo!

Luckily, the dates are scribbled at the start of most of the entries. The first few notebooks are from my high school years. Although I’m attempting to ignore anything not pertinent, I do glance over an entry about how disgusting the soggy pizza tasted in the school cafeteria. I wasn’t quite the thinker in those days.

I cannot afford to be sidetracked further—enough of that has happened already. I’m looking for one specific entry if it exists. Just as I’m about to give up, I open a green spiral notebook to find a scattering of dates throughout 1994. After flipping through a dozen or so pages, I stumble upon July 23rd. Shit! It contains nothing suspicious other than a brief commentary about being disconcerted over the murders. When I read the entry dated July 24th, my pulse begins to race.

Staring back at me is:

July 24

Something strange is happening to me, but I know better than to tell Mom. Late last night, I woke from a strange dream. It was like watching a movie from the character’s point of view. In the dream, I was trying to keep a woman from bleeding. She was lying face down in the center of a road. Her blonde hair was streaked in blood from a stab wound on her back. After the ambulance arrived, I noticed someone watching from the trees. I was about to go after this person. I even pulled a pistol from the holster, but then I woke up.

This sounds like the exact dream I’ve been having over the past few weeks, so I’m not about to write it off as coincidence. I haven’t opened this box since it was packed over ten years ago.

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