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Friday, February 09, 2007

The Ty That Binds

Today, I decided to give you a little teaser for one of the stories I have in my upcoming book, Tales of Abject Human Misery. This story is, The Ty That Binds. I hope you enjoy it.

Tyler sat up with a gasp. He looked around the room, his mind slowly registered where he was. Moonlight shown through the window, casting shadows up the wall from the boxes stacked in the floor.

What was that? He threw the blankets back; swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“What are you doing, baby?”
He looked down at his wife beside him. She had the covers pulled up over her head.
“Sorry, Abbey,” he whispered. “I heard something--”

“What?” She sat up, her blue eyes wide.
“I don’t know. It came from the other room.” He drew a sharp breath when his bare feet touched the cold wood floor.

“Some boxes probably fell over,” Abbey said through a yawn. “We can pick up the mess in the morning. Come back to bed.”
“I just want to make sure.” He snatched a pair of pants from the floor.

“It’s our first night in our new home. It’s just…unfamiliar. Don’t be such a worrywart.”
“You’re probably right, but I’ll sleep better if I check it out,” he admitted with a chuckle.
“Whatever--” She rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Tyler tiptoed into the hallway, searching from room to room for the source of the ruckus.
“Huh…that’s about right.” He entered the living room with a sigh.

A stack of boxes lay on their side between the television and the coffee table. The top box was open, scattering knickknacks across the floor. He stifled a yawn as he knelt to pickup the contents of the box. A board creaked in the floor behind him. He whirled, swinging a fist wildly. It found nothing but air.

What the hell? He spun in circles, looking for signs of someone else in the room.
He returned his attention to the mess in the floor. He picked up a ceramic dolphin; wrapped it back in its newspaper before returning it to the box. He stiffened as cold fingers run down his back.

“What are you doing up, Ab…?” His question died in his throat as he turned to face his wife. No one was there.
Great…now I know I’m imagining shit.

He retrieved a glass ballerina, wrapped it, and placed it in the box. His wedding picture lay face up on the floor. He studied the crack in the corner of the frame as he picked it up. His reflection was dark, stretching over the glass. A woman’s face rose from behind him. She leaned forward. Dark hair fell from her shoulders. Her eyes smoldered. Her lips parted; spread into a smile. He dropped the picture, sending it clattering to the hardwood floor. He lurched forward, spun in the air to face the stranger. He wanted to scream, but his throat constricted. She stood before him, yet not. He could see the wall behind her. He could see it through her.

Her arm rose from her side with slow deliberation, fingers extended in his direction. She glided forward, feet unmoving, fingers reaching…searching. Tyler scrambled backwards on hands and feet that trembled. His back pressed against the couch. There was nowhere else to go.

She knelt beside him, her smile reaching her eyes. Her fingers found his chest, his neck, his cheek. Her cold caress burned a trail along his jawbone.
This can’t be real; can’t be happening.

He stared at her. His body refused to move, frozen…gripped. She leaned in, her face looming closer. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what she was about to do. He felt her lips on his forehead, cold, damp. The smell of rose petals filled his nostrils. Her lips slid down his face, across his cheek, touched his earlobe. His body rocked from the pounding of his heart. His breath came in gulps. His eyes squeezed tighter.

“Welcome home,” she said in a husky voice.

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At 9:05 AM, Blogger Carrie said...

oooh spooky. I likey!

At 11:22 AM, Blogger James Goodman said...

Thanks, Carrie. I spoke with my publisher this morning and it looks like we are still on track for a release of both books this year. :D

At 12:35 PM, Blogger Donnetta Lee said...

OOO. OOO. You know, I like those scary stories. Now I won't be able to sleep tonight! Oh, no! Something just touched my cheek. Going to back and read it again! Donnetta

At 2:37 PM, Blogger lime said...

creepy. made the hair on my neck rise.!

At 8:53 AM, Blogger EA Monroe said...

Oh, this is good, James. Welcome home, indeed! Sounds like our house on the 20-acre-wood when we lived there.

At 9:13 AM, Blogger James Goodman said...

lol, Donetta...I hope you managed to get some sleep. :D

Thanks, Lime. I can only hope the whole story has that effect.

Thank you, Liz. i bet that house could inspire a few stories.

At 7:23 AM, Anonymous linda said...

I love it!!!!!! can't wait for more
very scary indeeed!!!!


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