A long cast.
This is a selection of a fiction novel I wrote back in 2006. It isn't completely proofread, and needs some work.
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Chapter 1:
The Sound in the Night
I woke up to the sound of Sara’s voice. She was shaking me gently, and she had a look of
absolute horror. “I heard something downstairs, Luke. Did you hear it too?” Sara is always
hearing things. I tell her she has an overactive imagination all the time. The look on her face
was so sincere; she was completely mortified. I guess you could say that I felt like she was the
one who cried wolf too many times. But I looked at this magnificent woman, her long, flowing
auburn hair, her soulfully deep, sparkling hazel eyes. She has an angelic face, delicate and soft.
Her body is something you dream of. In my eyes, she is the perfect woman. “Sara, are you sure
you heard something?” I said thoughtlessly. “Luke, if I knew what it was, do you think I would
have woken you up?” Her face started to twist up; she was getting upset with me. “Luke! Go
look downstairs and see what it is!” She was getting very anxious now. I had better go and look,
or I will never get to live this down, let alone sleep at all tonight. We’ve done this before, so I
knew that I had to check it out. “Okay, Sara. I’ll be right back. Just stay right here, wait. Shh!”
Now I heard something. A faint creak, or maybe it was a shuffling sound, perhaps the shuffling
of feet? Now I was convinced there was definitely something, or someone, down there, right? I
sat up and got out of bed, not really sure if I was imagining all of this too. Sara has the ability to
implant ideas into my head. She always has. Sometimes I joke with her, tell her that her gig is
up, I know she is a witch and has a spell on me. Anyhow, I was still somewhat concerned about
what I believed was going on. I slipped on my house shoes, then grabbed my trusty Louisville
Slugger and commenced out of the room. Sara was looking thoroughly distraught. “Be careful
and hurry back,” she whispered. I gave her the thumbs-up and proceeded out of the door.
It was unusually dark tonight. It must be a new moon or something, if that’s what you call it.
Walking down the hall in my boxers, I felt somewhat silly with this bat in my hand, yet also
concerned about what I thought I’d heard. Slowly, I walked down the stairs, bypassing the
upstairs rooms. Then, all at once, I saw it, or at least I thought I did, over by the kitchen. Why
would someone breaking into my house go to the kitchen? The sarcastic little guy in my head
told me they must be parched, going for some refreshments. Carefully, I walked toward the
kitchen, step after step. Now I was actually feeling pretty freaked out. As I peeked around the
corner, I heard something, a faint noise, but from where? I stood completely still and tried to
focus, it was the garage! Now I was fully aware that there was definitely someone in the house.
Someone, by their presence, was threatening the sanctity of my house. What did they have in
mind? What was in store for my family? What were they here to gain? My mind was racing over
many possible reasons for their being here and the outcomes that might be. As I walked
stealthily toward the garage, it occurred to me, who’s to say there’s only one intruder? Wouldn’t I
feel totally silly if this was just Sara’s cat? That cat is very peculiar. It has probably found a
plaything and is chasing shadows or something. As I walked up to the interior door to the
garage, I noticed that it was ajar. I felt a rush of adrenaline sweep through my body, a feeling I
hadn’t felt since my days of partying in college. It felt like every hair on my body was standing on
end and like fire pumping through my veins. I felt my grip tighten on my sole tool, my wooden
bat. Fleeting thoughts of security were now replaced with exhilaration and fear. What do I do?
Should I sound off and alert the assailants of my presence? No, I shall try to hold on to what I
consider possibly my only advantage; I have the drop on them. They are more than likely not
expecting a bat-wielding man roaming through this great urban home. As I stepped into the
pitch-black garage, I paused to allow my eyes to adjust. Then I heard it. It was, in fact, that
mischievous cat. I turned on the light, and there he was. What a relief. “Snitches, what in the
hell are you doing out here? And how in the hell did you open the door?” Wait, the door was
open? At this exact moment of realization, I heard the most horrible sound, a sound you hear in
your nightmares, a chain of events that makes your heart hit the floor and an encompassing
feeling of doom and unending terror. It was the sound of a small-caliber pistol, probably a 9mm,
followed by the shriek of a mortified woman. Sara!
Chapter 2:
The Assault
My beautiful wife was alone and possibly had just taken a bullet! Wait, she was not alone.
Whoever was in the house was there with her! I felt the rage boiling up through my body. I raced
through my dark home, up the stairs, directly to my bedroom. I saw Sara lying on the bed; she
was completely still. I could see she had not been shot. What a relief! Why was she not talking
to me? What had they done to my wife? As I scanned the room, I did not see anyone anywhere.
“Sara, are you okay?” I asked her in desperation. Sara was trembling, and her normally
olive-colored skin was so ghostly white it was unreal. The look in her eyes was like she had just
seen something strange, something unimaginably terrible. She nodded her head yes; however,
she looked very shaken up. At that moment, I was running through my brain frantically, where
did the gunshot come from? Where was the person who pulled the trigger? “Sara, where did
they go?” I asked. Sara’s eyes were growing very large, but she was saying nothing. Why was
she not answering me? She was doing something with her eyes, she was gesturing to me.
Behind me! Gripping my bat, I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. As I began to turn
around, I felt a shock run through my spine. Had I been shot? Then I saw him, those eyes, so
demonic, so sinister, and yet vaguely familiar. My legs were weak; my grip on my only hope, the
bat, was faltering. Then again, I felt the shock, but this time it seemed to be emanating from the
left side of my head. Yes, definitely my head! I fell to my knees, clutching the bat; my vision was
hazy and closing in on me. “What do you want from us?” I wasn’t sure if the words were actually
coming out of my mouth audibly or if they were just indiscernible thoughts. The intruder was
looking at me, looking into my eyes through some sort of mask. He was saying something, but I
didn’t hear anything except a hideous ringing. He had something shiny in his right hand and also
something in the other, the pistol! He raised the pistol and directed the barrel directly at my face!
This guy was gonna execute me in my own house, in front of my terrified wife. I was frozen in
time. I could not move. He was saying something to me, but I still heard nothing. My vision was
closing in so very quickly; I was having a difficult time focusing. All of a sudden, he pulled the
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