Children at the Window – TEASER –


August 25, 1937

756 Olive Drive

Fear gripped me. My son slept soundly in his room down the hall. The air was thick and choking, and fear swelled from my husband in waves. I forced a comforting smile. This was nothing, I thought, our overactive imaginations at play.

“It’s nothing,” I said aloud.

He nodded, more out of habit than agreement. I wanted to go to my son’s room but was afraid to. Somehow I knew that would just – make things angry. I could feel my husband’s presence next to me as much as I could see him.

“Watch,” I said to him, gathering my wit. “Whatever you are!” I said with forced bravado to no one in particular. “You’re not welcome here! So you can just leave!” I sounded more brave than I felt.

Even though I spoke with force, the words sounded muffled. I could almost hear the words spoken back to me. Maybe I felt them, I wasn’t sure. Looking back, I knew something was very wrong, but it wasn’t until I stepped out into the hall that I was given the proof.

The hall felt darker, colder, longer than usual. The table lamp in the study was the only source of light and it barely illuminated the outline of my husband behind me, who hadn’t moved from where he stood.

“Fine!”I said as loud as I could muster. Because my fear was literally choking me. Each time I spoke, it took more effort and less sound would come out of me, as if I were in one of those nightmares. “If you don’t leave, then we’re leaving.”

The front door swung open of its own accord, beckoning me. I could hear the foreign thoughts in my mind. ‘Go ahead and leave. But you’re leaving alone.’ The thoughts bombarded my mind, not in words – but as knowledge. I slid quietly into the room next to the study where my aging mother slept. I needed prayers. I collapsed onto her bed and tried to shake her awake. She stirred, but her sleep was deep. When I tried to call out to her, my voice was barely a whisper. I felt like I were in a void.

“Please!” I begged, my throat burning and my voice raspy. “Please!”

I knew there was no use. I wouldn’t get the prayers from my mother. I stood then and felt compelled to look out the window. Three normal looking strangers stood just outside my window, staggered, watching me. I pushed out the screen which caused the stranger, a woman, closest to the window to walk toward it – her arm outstretched.

“Don’t do this!” I said to her.

It didn’t matter. She easily reached into the window and pulled me out with little effort. I collapsed onto the damp, cold grass into a heap – the house behind me. That was the last time I ever saw my family. Whatever it was, it wanted my son, and it got him.

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Masochists Teaser – Danny Ruiz

The bloody tear trailed down her sunken in skin and I just eyed her warily. She had that look about her – I remembered it from when I was a child and I knew then… I knew she was up to no good.

“Sara? What are you planning in that tiny little fucked up brain of yours?”

She giggled hysterically and wiped the single tear, smearing red across her cheek instead.

“You’re calling me fucked up big brother?”

Sara twirled her brown hair around her slender fingers and continued eyeing me hungrily. I took a reflexive step back without thinking. She tilted her head and watched me now like a hungry animal. I did it, I instinctively showed fear and now she was out for blood.

“You stupid little cunt!” I hissed through my clenched teeth and slouched over now – the animal instincts taking over. I still didn’t know what she was planning to do but I knew that look – I remembered it when she took our sisters doll at the age of seven and ripped the head off, burning it in the fireplace, as revenge for accidentally being tripped.

That was then.

She was seven years old and still held a conscience. Now? Now she was a raging animal with not a drop of conscience in her ignorant little brain.

“Doctor Ruiz. Paging Doctor Ruiz,” she said, continuing to giggle like a lunatic.

You didn’t need a conscience to know that this was a really fucked up situation. She ran the tip of her finger down her collarbone and her chest slowly. Was she seriously trying to tease me?

“What do you want Sara?”

She leaned back against the raven black granite countertop, letting her chest protrude out. I saw one of the humans from the corner of my eye hesitate as he wiped down the windows. It was a fraction of a second, but I noticed his hesitation. I would take care of him later. Right now, I couldn’t afford any distractions.

“Donny – get the fuck out,” I said calmly, without taking my eyes off Sara. It took only seconds for him to dash out of the room. Good boy

“I’m not asking again, Sara. What do you want?”

“I was going to see if you want to be partners, but you hurt my feelings.” Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted and batted her eyelashes at me. The effect was startling over her deep blood red eyes.