Dark Water Sacrifice by Zach Lamb

Author:Zach Lamb [Lamb, Zach]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: darkstroke
Published: 2021-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Adam awoke covered in sweat. The woman he kept seeing in the white nightgown was his mother. It was the last thing he saw her wearing before she jumped. She hadn’t abandoned them; she was trying to protect them from whatever was in the lake. Of course this was all a guess. Even now, he couldn’t recall the memory of his mother walking to the top of the cliff and jumping. It had to be a deeply repressed memory that his six-year-old mind fought hard to hide.

Small feet running across the porch stirred him from his thoughts. He jumped up and tripped over the recliner footrest. Sharp pain ripped through his left leg and arm as he crashed to the floor. He sat up and winced as he flapped his arm like a baby bird, testing to see if his wing was ready for flight. Adam’s wasn’t. Using the arm of the chair, he pushed himself up.

Then he saw her. Staring at him through the window on the front porch. She giggled, and he knew it was her. He tripped his way through the living room and into the foyer. The mirror beside the door hadn’t been cleaned in a while, but he could still tell he looked like hell. It couldn’t be Grace Ann outside. She was dead. Another giggle came from behind the door, and he grabbed his chest and tried to calm his heart before it ripped through his chest. The door squeaked on its hinges as he inched it open.

And there she stood, swaying back and forth in her favorite navy-blue dress. She looked like his daughter, but she couldn’t be. Memories of memories will distort the past; she looked the same, but there was something about her that was different. Maybe it was the way her hair was styled or the dusting of freckles on her nose that now seemed prominent.

The porch light flickered, and she was no longer his daughter, or at least, she was no longer how he thought he remembered her. Now, she belonged to the lake and looked like she had been living there even though she had not aged. Her hair was no longer radiant and parted on the left. It was dull and matted. Parted on the left? She always wanted her hair parted on the right. The blue dress she wore was soaked through and dripped into a large puddle around her bare feet. But the worst of it was her eyes. The beautiful green eyes he loved to watch dance and sparkle with every laugh were now a creamy blue. Phil once had a horse that was blind in one eye because a tree branch fell, and a limb stabbed the horse’s cornea. Both of Grace Ann’s eyes looked like that. Unseeing, yet seeing everything. He reached out for her, and she pulled away.

“It’s your fault I’m dead.”

Grace Ann’s accusation caught Adam off guard, but the sound of her voice chilled the blood in his veins.

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