The Mound by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-04T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

I was in my house, out of my head with rambling, spilling through my belongings like I’d find something to set this all right. I went to pick up the phone, and call Sheriff Bracken, but as I scooped up the receiver, there was nothing there in my ear—no dial tone, just an emptiness that I found disturbing. I pondered momentarily if maybe the whole town had gone under. Maybe the lines were down because of the tremors.

It was plausible after all.

My hands were shaking as I tried the phone again and again in a repetition that was automatic. I put it down and picked it back up, all with the same results.

I was panicking.

I felt the tightness of it in my chest. I felt the weakness in my bones. I had sea legs right then, warbling and shaky. I had to brace myself on the counter from falling. Sweat was in my eyes.

Then it hit me, that thing was still out there or ...

I had the worst suspicion that it was in the house with me right then. And I reacted as if it were. I walked myself into the kitchen, over to the drawers that held my long knives. I swung it back and reached inside until my fingers found the thick oak hilt of the beef knife. It had an eight-inch blade that curved back on the spine. I used it regularly to shave slabs of roast or pork racks during the summer.

I brought it out in front of me.

And that’s when the power went out.

I only had two lights on running in the house at that time, and both went blank, dropping my visuals down to mere inches, locked in the blackness of the night.

You see, the night pushed through my windows and filled the entire house like a brackish tide of water. I was wheezing for air, and I felt a pain strike my chest. I felt I was done for. That all that I had seen so far would catch up to me and present itself in the form of death. I almost visualized the reaper. Saw a cloaked man coming out of the pooling darkness, a black rod of strong wood grasped in his bony white fingers, hooked with a silver blade at the end. I went further than that even. I saw the hood drop back on a bony neck. And that skull—that death skull—was a leering travesty of smoking black sockets and a grin of teeth smeared in blood.

Then all at once a truth hit me.

Julie-May!

She was alone in her house.

And since that pale-skinned monster was not paying me a visit as far as I could tell, that could only mean one thing.

I swung back the utility drawer, brought out my Coleman stick light. I snapped it on, and the beam shot a hole in the backyard, parting the night aside.

I had to check on Julie-May. Make sure she was okay.

I surely felt the spookies grinning for me out there, but I had no other choice.

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