As I awoke to the shrill squealing of my alarm clock, I had this feeling that this was goning to be a weird day. For the past two days I've been feeling a knot in the pit of my stomach that keeps growing. When it started it was the size of a golf ball, and now it has graduated to the size of a basketball. At any rate, I had to get up and start the day. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. One whole week to do whatever I wanted, with no management to order me about. After a shower to really get my blood moving, it was time for my usual breakfast of coffee, nicotime, and the morning paper.
Just as I was about to take the first drink of my coffee, the
phone rang.
"Hello", nothing, "Hello", and still nothing
No-one there, it was then I felt a shudder go up my spine, there was
someone on the phone, I could hear him or her breathing. However, after
two hellos, I refuse to waste my time further. As I returned
to the coffee the phone went off again.
"Hello", nothing, "Hello", and just as before nothing
"Get a life."
Just as I was about to hang up a raspy voice
said
"I'll still have one after today."
And the phone
went dead. All I could do was stand there with the receiver
in my hand in a state of disbelief. Suddenly, something seemed
to take over my central nervous system, I began to shake uncontrolably.
This only lasted for only a couple of minutes. It was time to get control,
and try not to freak out. I needed coffee, no a coffee supreme.
To my coffee I added a generoous shot of whiskey.
An hour, and another coffee supreme later, I decided to do something I loved to do, take a ride in the country. Therefore, I went and gassed up my jeep and took off for nowhere in particular. Upon leaving the city, I was faced with miles and miles of nothing and I loved it. I was drifting from station to station, and not paying attention to none of it. I came across a couple of intrviews for a where are they now show, some head banger music, some classical, all sorts of music, and some not music, that was passed off as music. After not finding anything that really grabbed me, I decided to listen to the hum of the tires. I went along for another maybe five miles when a chill overtook me, right up the middle of my spine. Not your basic chill either, but a bone freezing chill. Then my jeepstarted sputtering. Then the jeep decided to die altoghter.
After getting the jeep off the road, I started checking under the hood. Checking this and that, the jeep still not starting, I decided the best thing to do was try to find a phone. The first house I came to was a beautiful victorian mansion. On sheer instinct I started toward the house to check about using the phone. As I drew closer to the house I completely forgot about the jeep. I wasn't really sure at this point why I had walked up to the place. It looked abandoned for quite some time. When I reached the wrap around porch, the chill returned, at this pooint I should have turned and ran, but no, I did not have the sense to do the right thing. I was somehow drawn to this plae. When I looked up I saw beautiful stained glass windows in the second floor panes. On the witch's hat peaks in the roof, I saw lighting rods. On the east corner, a round room took up both floors. Instead of getting on the porch I walked to the corner of the house with the round room. I noticed a block on which was carved 1571.
At this point, all thought of leaving was gone, I had to see teh interior of this palace. When I got to the back of the house, I was amazed to see an elaborate sun porch. Off to the right was a small fishpond with a small bridge across the length of it. All around the porch were roses in full bloom. Upone taking a closer look I noticed they were all Queen Elizabeth roses. When I stepped onto the porch the chill, once again, returned. I got off the porch and continued my way around the house, when I came upon an inset. In this inset was a door. It was then the notion to leave flashed through my head, but that was all. I tried the door, and to my amazement it opened. The door opened to a marble tiled room. The room was filled with what seemed to be priceless antiques. Queen Anne chairs, Chippendale tables, silver candle sticks, and hanging above me was a 45 light chandelier. Hanging from the center was the most beautiful amethyst I had ever seen. Nestled in the right corner was a grande piano, opposite was a 21 day grandfather clock with etched glass. The room seemed to go nowhere for I could not see another exit. Then I remembered my jeep, as I turned to go the door I had just came through closed and I heard a deadbolt engage. The piano started playing a tune, nothing I could ever remember hearing. The chill returned, worse than any in the past few minutes. The lights went out and I could feel and evil aire to the room. Cold, Black, and Silent.
