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After Dark - Chapter Thirty-Eight

After Dark - Chapter Thirty-Eight

A Chapter by lawrence bear

A plea for help


             It is near dusk, and a trace of a figure stands at a doorway. Listening to the woodland, frogs call out from the forest. Slowly the figure steps out into setting sun. It is Julie Wellington. She walks further and stops to listen; the sunlight on her hair makes it look golden. She gazes at the sky, her face, radiant and her emerald eyes shine. She turns and walks back, fading into the shadows of the house. She enters Paul’s den and sits at his desk, and pulls out paper and an ink pen. She sits motionless for a moment, and then starts writing.


Dear Gregory,


I am sorry to what trouble I may have caused between you and Paul. What you have said about Paul, took a while to sink in, but as I think of it now. I am nervous of him. He has not been himself lately. I am scared Gregory, I do recall one night, that night it happened somewhat unsettling. Where he woke with a seizure and it startled me. He ended up on the floor and was gasping for air, clutching his throat like he was choking. I knew he was having a nightmare, I did however manage to wake him, I did the best I could to comfort him.

But he began to mutter words, I could not understand, it frighten me “It’s here,” he blurted. “It’s here! There in those bushes, it’s calling to me. Don’t you hear it?” he looked at me and then I too listened for it, I tried but nothing made a sound. He rose to his feet and strode toward his den, somewhat half awake; I think he was still dreaming. Or at least I thought he was. I remember it quite well, I followed him but I was alarmed, because I then heard voices. I stopped in my tracks. He was having a discussion with someone, or something unearthly. The rattle in its tone, I cannot describe, how it sounded sent chills down my spine. I peaked in on them, only there was no one else there.

I held my breath in fear as Paul spun around and looked my way. It was not Paul, those eyes, they were not his. I was trembling and praying to God that it did not see me as I hid in the shadows. The sounds that were coming from him, like an animal, then the door opened and it was gone. Whatever it was, it was not my Paul, it was him, but it was not him. I don’t know how else to say it, I do hope you understand what I mean. I am scared. I want you to help Paul, he is my husband and I love him. I want him back Gregory, I want him back. Please help me Gregory,




© 2012 lawrence bear

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I like how you incorporate the letters.. it was perfect timing in the story.. I can feel her fear and the want and need to have him back. Her future seem so bleak without he was..xo Another excellent chapter...x

Posted 6 Years Ago

lawrence bear

6 Years Ago

its readers like you, that make me work so hard to bring it to life :) I try conjure up as much as I.. read more
Lily Mae

6 Years Ago

lawrence bear

6 Years Ago

I added 39 so you can sleep, :)
A very good beginning for your story, Lawrence. Quite well-written.

Posted 6 Years Ago

lawrence bear

6 Years Ago

Thank you Sam, glad u enjoyed the story. I am working and dreaming up a storm, so much that its thun.. read more
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Samuel Dickens

6 Years Ago

Hopefully, nothing will get in the way of you harvesting that storm.

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Added on July 11, 2012
Last Updated on July 13, 2012

After Dark


lawrence bear
lawrence bear

Fisher River, Northern Manitoba, Canada

Thank you for visiting my place of work, I hope you enjoy what you read. I do try my best to entertain. My imagination runs wild at times, but I love the freedom. more..


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