I was down the street one day helping my neighbor, Ron; winterize his house one day, when he said, “So, how’s John getting along? Dianne and I
haven’t seen him around here lately and Jim’s been wondering why he hasn’t been over.” Jim was their ten-year old.
“He said that he has a girl friend,” I said with a laugh, “When’s the last time he was here?”
“Oh, it’s been a couple of weeks. What’s the girl’s name?”
“He said her name was Marie.”
“Hmmm….I don’t know any kids around here named Marie. Where does she live?”
I told him and he gave me a funny look.
“There’s nobody living there, buddy; hasn’t been for years. People just don’t like the place for some reason. You must have gotten it
wrong.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. The people that lived there before you lost their boy in an accident in the pond behind your house. He drowned. They moved away right
after that. That was about six years ago. It’s been empty ever since.”
Joan and Dianne came out with sandwiches and hot coffee a minute later and the conversation was forgotten.
That was two months ago. John’s gotten more secretive about his new girl friend. Nothing we’ve done to try and draw him out has worked. I
started seeing messages written in chalk on the sidewalk, and later in the snow. It made me nervous but I didn’t understand why-until today.
It’s her. Anne Marie. She’s back and she wants my son. I went out side to shovel the walk a minute ago and saw a message scrawled into the
snow that made me blood run cold.
Meet me at the pond. We can go skating.
I’m running as fast as I can now. The ground is slippery and treacherous and I’m cursing myself for getting so out of shape. The snow is coming
down heavier, too. I can just make out John’s foot prints. God, I hope I’m not too late.
edit on 30-10-2010 by Skid Mark because: Spelling