They Come When They Are Called: Supernatural Stories (Nightmare Fuel) by Jackson Arthur & Velox Books

Author:Jackson Arthur & Velox Books [Arthur, Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Velox Books
Published: 2022-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

A Heterochromatic Love Story

“You will find someone tonight, Lauren,” I tell myself, as I stare at my reflection in the dingy bathroom mirror. “I promise, you.”

Loud country music bumps against the wooden walls from the outside and I fight back a wave of claustrophobia. I don’t remember country music having so much bass in it. As the music thumps with a deep resonance, filling the room and my chest with pressure, it feels like the walls are drawing in closer and closer.

Can a bathroom feel like a coffin?

It never has before, but it is starting to feel awfully tight and awfully small at the moment. No. The inside of my head is becoming tighter. Not the room. And it is not the loud music causing it, but my own unease and anxiety.

Why am I so nervous?

I have spent a lot of time in dirty bathrooms over the years, whether it was a hole-in-the-wall bar or flashy dance club. Honky-tonk or disco, I have been in too many dirty bathrooms. I don’t mind them, to be honest. A lot of things, mostly fun things, happen there. Smoke a joint with a shady stranger. Snort a couple of lines of suspicious coke off the sink. Have fast, uncomfortable sex in the stalls. All of the above. I was never one to shy away from any of it. I had fun, no matter what the color or flavor.

I even met the last five loves of my life in dives and flashy clubs.

I met Sasha in a blues club in New Orleans. She was the first woman that I had ever been with, and I honestly don’t know why it took me so long. All that I am going to say about Sasha is that she took me to places of pleasure that I never knew existed.

And then I met a hippie who called himself Jamaica, but whose real name was Jeffery. He traveled all over the country protesting anything that might destroy the environment. Jamaica was fun, and I stayed high for the next three years.

Juan was an illegal immigrant from El Salvador who had fled South America after his entire family had been massacred by a drug cartel. Juan never liked to stay in one place long or leave lasting footprints in any one area of the country. That time of my life was scary but exciting, like I was a fugitive on the run.

Clint was an angry biker with a heart of gold. We were constantly riding back and forth from coast to coast on his Harley. We did whatever we had to do for money, like gun running or drug smuggling. Another scary and exciting few years.

But then I met Otis, a traveling, struggling musician, in a nightclub in Cleveland. I felt something special happen, something different from the others. He was broke, alone, and looking for a ride to Pittsburgh for a gig. I decided right then that I was headed in the same direction.

His light brown eyes instantly drew me in.

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