Piece by Piece: A Horror Thriller by Daemon Manx

Author:Daemon Manx [Manx, Daemon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Last Waltz Publishing
Published: 2021-12-30T00:00:00+00:00

Just as Jess had predicted, the two little ones had fallen asleep before Bobby arrived home. They didn’t so much as stir when he checked in on them later. They’d all had a long day. He and Carolyn ate dinner and sat in front of the television. By 9:00, they were fast asleep on the couch.

At first, Bobby dreamed of tiny yellow lights soaring past him in the darkness. He sensed he was in motion and noticed how the lights left trails in the air as he sailed through them.

Fireflies

The dream became more lucid. Bobby rode his old mongoose through a sea of fireflies. Dusk had just descended into night, and thousands of searchlights jet-streamed the air as he navigated their wake. He rounded the top of Midland Avenue and poured on the steam. He was going to take the jump at the base of his driveway again.

Hi, Bobby, came a voice from the darkness. Over here.

It was Samantha Collins and her twin sisters, Naomi and Fiona. He stopped his bike and suddenly found himself sitting on a large blanket.

What’s an owh-jah board? he heard himself ask.

It’s like a phone, one of the girls answered.

You ask it questions, and it spells out the answer.

Bobby’s eyes became fixed on the board. His head suddenly felt weighed down, as if it were rooted in place. He was unable to lift it, not even an inch. Something told him to look away, to look at the girls and not at the planchette sliding across the board. But he couldn’t move. The power of the dream had complete control over him.

The planchette once again spelled those familiar words: SAVE THEM.

He watched as it darted from S to A to V, increasing with speed by the second. When it finally finished, it had spelled the same message it had all those years before.

SAVE THEM.

SAVE THEM.

SAVE THEM, MAC.

He heard the voice of his younger self ask, Save who? But he already knew the answer.

YOU WILL KNOW.

Although the message remained the same, Bobby sensed that something was different. Something had changed. He watched as his adolescent fingers were placed upon the strangely stained piece of walnut and felt the first sensation of that familiar itch.

When will I know? asked a young Bobby Canfield, the itch intensifying and spreading.

The board began to tremble, but the discolored planchette remained stationary. The itch became a tingle, and the tingle turned cold. Then, the planchette started to move. Slowly at first, it inched itself over the letter N. From N, it moved directly to O. The chill in his fingers now gripped his entire hand; icy razor blades cut deep into his forearm and worked their way to the elbow. The board continued to tremble as the intense cold escalated. The planchette crawled forward, increasing its speed. It finally came to a complete stop. A frigid electric shock ran up the length of Bobby’s arm and drove a railroad spike into the center of his forehead. The pain was unbearable. He jumped off the couch and startled Carolyn.

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