Thomas Swift sat with his wife Elizabeth at their dinner table. Since their only child had left for college a year ago their conversation usually
consisted of what to do with his room, and how he was possibly going to make a living with a degree in Mythological History.
"Dear I'm telling you, with the way his generation is headed he will have no problem finding either teaching position at a community college or as a
research assistant. You know youngsters now days cant keep focused on the real world." Commented Elizabeth.
"I know hon. He will find work, I just wish he would realize that believing in fairy tales is not going to help him change the world." Replied Thomas
as he got up to place the dirty plate in the sink. Looking out the window he frowned.
"Well in all honesty Tom it was your dream for him to change the world, not his." said Elizabeth. "I will just be happy if he dosent have to move back
in here, but no matter he is not getting my spinning room." she add slyly.
"You mean my media room I think" Tom chuckled. "We were not supposed to get rain tonight were we hon?" asked Tom
"No supposed to be clear all night, as far as I know. Why clouds rolling in?" she asked as she got up to join him at the kitchen window.
"Rolling in no, its already here. But it was just crystal clear not ten minutes ago." replied Tom
"Hmm, well you know how often meteorologists are right. Only when mother nature says so."
As the girl, no more than fifteen, ran she tried to figure out where she was. Looking over her shoulder and seeing only shadow. She increased her
pace. She couldn't remember how she got in this forest, or even who she was. She just knew it was back there and she had to run.
Thomas and Elizabeth moved into their foyer. Elizabeth with her copy of people magazine and a glass of wine. Thomas with his Dickens novel and glass
"Now if more of the young generation would open their mind to the knowledge of Dickens then I think our country would not be headed down this hill we
seem to be on." Commented Tom
"I swear hon I think you are Dickens reincarnate...except for the hairline of course" Elizabeth laughed.
The girl cried out as she tripped over an exposed root she hadn't seen. Scrambling to regain her footing she noticed a light through the trees. A
house. She began to weep.
Just as Thomas gets up to refill his and his wife's glass the power goes out.
"Storm bust have knocked out the line farther down the valley" Elizabeth said.
"Must have because I don't even hear a breeze out there." "Let me go start up the generator, if it still works."
As Thomas set the glasses on the counter there came a banging on their door. 'Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom'
"Please let me in..please" came a sobbing plea from the other side of the door. "Please...its still coming...please help."
Thomas exchanged a startled look with his wife, then without another moment of hesitation bolted for the door.
"Wait Tom" pleaded Elizabeth. But he did not appear to hear her.
As soon as he twisted the knob the girl rushed in, striking Tom in the face with door. Sending him unceremoniously to the ground. The girl who
appeared to have come from the woods ran strait for Elizabeth, hugging her waist. She looked to her husband for reassurance but he was still getting
up wiping the blood from his nearly broken nose. He closed the door locking the deadbolt. Elizabeth looked down at the girl. She was shaking and was
badly cut up.
"Its OK honey, your OK now, did you get caught in the storm." Elizabeth asked
The girl just whimpered and shook her head.
"Where is your family dear? Your mother and father? You are not out alone this time of night are you?" pressed Elizabeth.
"Its still coming" said the girl.
Thomas came forward holding his nose. "She is probably out in the woods doing drugs with her friends, now she is having a bad trip and comes and damn
near breaks my nose. I'm calling the police, they can sort it out." He said as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. The phones battery was dead.
"What the hell, I had this thing charging all day." muttered Thomas
Then came another knock. This one felt as if a thunder clap had gone off in the house. The entire house shook.
"Sounded like a god damn explosion" yelled Tom, now visibly agitated.
At that moment a voice rose, as if from the earth and heavens them selves. It reverberated with such force the windows cracked.
"THE GIRLS FATE IS SEALED......SHE BELONGS TO ME......SEND HER OUT OR JOIN HER"
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