THE POWER OF THREE by Billie Sue Mosiman

Author:Billie Sue Mosiman [Mosiman, Billie Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-01T18:30:00+00:00

Linda came to herself. Found herself sitting in the bed shaking so hard the bed rattled. Crying so hard she couldn't get her breath.

Had she really been there and seen it? Until now she hadn't known that. She had thought she'd found her parents in the morning and run screaming from the house. All these long years she had believed that.

It was so real, the dream or memory she had just relived.

You were there. We saw You.

Linda flinched so hard she pulled a muscle in her back. She gave a little cry of pain. The house had spoken again.

"Why didn't you take me then? Why didn't you kill me too?" She was shouting, furious with those who lived in these walls, who made this house evil.

We were in no hurry. We knew You'd come back. We've been waiting.

Despite the pain from her back muscles, Linda hurried from the bed, threw on her house robe and slipped on her shoes. She was down the stairs and standing outside on the front lawn as fast as she could get there.

She was bent from the waist. She couldn't straighten up without an intense pain shooting from her back, down her legs and up into her shoulders. She glanced up at the house in the dark that came with the deepest part of the night. It sat brooding, bathed in blue shadow, leering from the windows, hunching like a grotesque beast. It seemed to lean toward her; it seemed to breathe in and out like a bellows, the windows and walls expanding and contracting.

She hated it, of course she hated it. She wouldn't let it take her. It couldn't take her or beat her or kill her, not if she didn't let it. There was yet no reason she could accept for the house having murdered her parents. In the walls, yes, THINGS lived, imbuing the house with their mad thoughts. In the walls were the souls, the damned and lost souls who had built the house and held satanic rituals and spilled blood to gain some ground with the master of hell. Were they still committing those blood sacrifices the night they took her parents away? Were they lost in between worlds, trapped in the walls like spiders, ever longing to make amends with blood to their demon god?

Limping to her car, Linda climbed carefully into the driver's seat. She started the engine and backed out the drive. She drove around the block thinking and thinking, until her thoughts moved in a circle, round and round.

She parked across the street from 2242 Maycroft and turned off the car's engine. She leaned her head against the steering wheel to wait for the sun to rise.

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