Michael and Jacob – Plywood derby

“Do vampires have feelings? Asking for a friend.” Narrator

Michael’s head began to swim then a wave of nausea struck. He heaved and this was followed by a second. His throat screamed as nothing came up. Michael looked down to notice blood on the ground when his body seized and he fell to his side.

Michael woke up strapped to a piece of plywood. The plywood was canted upward and he was moving backward. Michael could see someone above him. A monstrously tall man with a large backpack under a black trench coat. To the right Michael noticed Jacob strapped to a second piece of plywood. Thick leather straps held him securely as his sneakers dragged over the asphalt.

Michael looked himself over and found a large, bandage wrapped around his waste. A large red stain near his wound and a second near his chest. His boots dragging the ground. Behind him was a mob of zombies. Michael began to get a better sense of his surrounding as he continued to wake. The houses had begun to get bigger as he realized they had left his previous street and were now moving toward the center of the city.

“What is this?” He thought. “Broadway? Richie riches used to live here. Now they are all dead or fled to the North. The monster do not like the cold up there. Leave us poor folk to lie and steal and spend eternity in the City of Monsters. Frick’n backwoods justice from here to Buffalo. If that city still exists…”

Michael’s driver suddenly dropped him with a thud and he complained. He watched as the zombies approached. To the left was a large gate. The tall man was struggling to close. To the right was a small army. They fired and Michael’s ears rang. A row of zombie lay motionless. The tall man strained to pull the heavy gate further till a zombie approached and attempted to surprise him.

“Holy crap,” Jacob said as the tall man grasp the zombie and bit into its rotten flesh. The man didn’t chew but seemed to suck from the zombie victim. He then tossed it away, shook and pulled the gate closed like it was a thin sheet of paper. He turned to Jacob and Michael, his face covered in gore.

“Come on, no! This is not happening,” Michael began. “I understand the zombie apocalypse and all and the shit show my brother and I started by stealing from the Governor. I get that the punishment was life behind the walls of the city for me and my family. All that sucks and now my family is dead but this is not going to happen. I’m done. I am not staying here strapped to a wooden barbecue plate waiting to be sucked dry.”

“Michael.”

“No Jacob. This is the end for me. I’m not being left a husk of skin and bones.” Michael struggled to free himself but was barely able to move.

“I understand,” said the tall man as he grabbed a towel from a go bag and cleaned up his face. “I should of introduced myself.” He said.

“John Peterson and I am a vampire.”

Dirt and Grime

Jacob woke up first, half buried in dirt and with his brother’s feet in his face. His face felt as if someone has superglued half of it together with rocks and other crap. He looked up at the bottom of the house. The jagged escape hole was covered in debris. Jacob could hear movement above the debris.

“Wake up, Michael.” Jacob said as he shoved his brother.

Michael woke up then winced as the pain from the tear in his side screamed. He looked himself over and found himself and the wound caked in mud.

“The zombies! In the house can they get us?”

“No, apparently the closet collapsed covering our escape.”

“Well, that was easy enough,” Michael said with a weak smile. “The escape that is. What do we do now Jacob. This was your idea.”

“Crawl to the back of the house. There is a way out under the back porch.”

“Sounds easy. Is it?”

“Yea, how’s your side? That nail tore you up.”

“Got some dirt in it. Can’t be bad, right. At least it stopped bleeding. Let’s go.”

Michael started the crawl through the dirt toward the rear of the house.

“So that has been here since we were kids?” Michael asked after a moment.

“Since before dad left.” Jacob replied.

Michael growled. “Ass.”

“Tell me about it. You left it got worse. He beat me, locked me in the closet and forgot about me. I would show up two days later through the front door and he never questioned how. Never was so happy to be beaten and locked up.”

The two men crawled under the kitchen floor listening to the footsteps of the undead searching for a hint of life to chow upon. Michael winced as his dirt covered bandaid fell away and the wound bled.

Michael headed to the left corner and grabbed an aluminum sheet. He attempted to remove it but it resisted. Jacob came up from behind him.

“It’s not the exit. There is a loose piece near the center.” Jacob said and began toward the exit when a loud ripping noise stopped him and he turned.

“What the hell, Michael!”

Light from outside snuck under the house revealing blood on Michael’s hands and upon the ground near his side.

“Dude, you’re losing a lot of blood. We need to get that wrapped up and stopped.”

“I’m not staying under this house to be treated by Doc Brown,” Michael snapped.

“Look, you attracted attention so now we are stuck.”

Outside the covered porch the two men could see them roaming.

“Can they leave us alone for a damn hour. They are always around. I just want a moment to breath without death trolling me from outside a freakin porch.”

The creatures outside the enclosure stopped. They stood for a moment then began to rip the wooden slats from the back porch.

Both men stood and watched. Jacob crawled backward and tapped Michael to do the same. A second then a third slat disappeared revealing a pair of jeans working hard to make a hole. A second set of hands grasp the wooden slats and tore them from the porch. The jeans knelt and revealed a pale, dark-skinned face and a wide unnatural smile.

“Thank the Lord… we have survivors,” said the man.

“I knew I heard something a few days ago but it was in the garage over there,” said a second voice.

“We have a horde on the way. We have minutes,” said a third.

The man with the huge smile reached forward, “We are here to rescue you. Hurry time is short.”

Jacob began forward but Michael hesitated.

Jacob and Michael – The escape – part one

“Your closet is great and all.  Who knows what you did in there… you spent a lot of time in there growing up but I ain’t getting eaten hiding in a closet,” Michael spat.

Jacob smiled, “dude, if you only knew.”

“I do not want to know what you did in the closet, by yourself when you were alone. Change of subject.”

The two zombies, that had tumbled over the bedding blockade, began to stir. They stood upon the mattress. Attempted to move and fell. Three more stepped forward into the bedroom and approached the blockade. The lead zombie paused causing the second to stop suddenly and step to the left. The third slowed then stood and seemed to be listening.

“IQ test,” Michael said while watching the trio attempt to navigate the obstacle.

“Idiot zombies,” Jacob added. The closest zombie snapped at Jacob. Lunging from its prone position.

“F-U Teeth mother–”

“Let’s hide in the closet,” Michael interrupted.

Both men skirted past the fallen zombies and the mess on the floor. Jacob opened the faux walnut closet door. Inside, an arms length of women’s clothing.

“It’s her clothes,” Jacob said. The color in his face disappeared.

“We have to move them,” Michael began to pull handfuls of the clothing from the closet and toss them behind him while Jacob watched.

“No! Not the dresses! You’ll get them all dirty. They will!” Jacob screamed and attempted to stop Michael.

“Jacob stop!” Michael replied. Zombies crawled over the mattress and approached the two men. They were a foot from Jacob when Michael grabbed his brother and threw him into the closet. Jacob inhaled Sharon’s scent as the material overwhelmed him. He fought back and more of the clothing tumbled in all directions. Michael joined his brother inside the cramped, dark room. He attempted to close the closet door but realized that the door was blocked by all the clothing. Michael listened as the closet door behind them rattled. The prone zombies used the closet door to help them stand. Michael tried to close the door a second time with the same results.

“Jacob, can you pause your psychotic break and clear the floor so WE DON’T DIE!” Michael screamed. The zombie’s outside the closet clawed at the closed door and began toward the open door. Jacob recovered and shoved the clothing on out of the way. The door, free of debris, was jerked from Jacob’s hands. The zombie stepped forward and screamed. A guttural noise full of anger. Jacob felt hopeless as the creature lunged forward. It’s hands raised, became trapped within the metal hangers that remained on the curtain rod. The zombie attempted to rip its hands from the trap but became more tangled. Jacob shoved the clothing he stood behind into the zombie. He pushed the creature off its feet and it tumbled backward. Jacob grabbed the closet door and closed it.

Jacob and Michael – Fist-d-Cuff

Your not going to win an Oscar for best Action scene punching a zombie. In fact it’s the most uncomfortable feeling as solid mass meets gelatin.

Narrator

Michael swung first. He struck the zombie in the temple. The zombie stared forward, as the right side of its head collapsed. The bone under the rotten flesh stopped Michael’s blow. The pain of the impact forcing Michael’s hand open and he finished the blow with a slap.

The zombie stumbled to the right, opposite direction of Michael’s blow. It crashed into the bedroom wall. Hitting it hard with it’s fragile face. The profile of the creature’s face collapsed. Leaving a soft, gooey center and blood spread upon the wall as it slid down.

Jacob swung next and missed. His fist skated over the zombie’s nose, breaking it easily. Jacob’s elbow followed and struck the zombie in the right eye. The zombie’s head fell backward. The rest of it’s body forward. It’s rubbery arms flailed. The bones shattered from the first attempt with the bat. Jacob and the zombie collided. The zombie’s head snapped forward. It’s right eye hid behind its boney socket. It’s long grimy teeth struck Jacob in the shoulder. Jacob fell on his back. The zombie fell upon him but struck the hardwood floor with its forehead. The noise from the impact echoed through Jacob’s right ear drum. The zombie skull cracked with the first blow. It shattered with the second. Blood sprayed the floor and covered half of Jacob’s face. Jacob wanted to move but his body didn’t. His arms and legs wanted to lay under the creature and think about this a moment. Jacob screamed at Michael as warm, retched smelling liquid dripped upon his T-shirt and jeans. He tried to shove the zombie upward and right but the body didn’t move.

Michael slowly lifted the body and moved it. “Jacob! Shut the hell up.” Michael said in a forced whisper. “There are more and your going to bring them all in.”

“I’m done Michael!” Jacob replied a little more carefully. “I can’t do this shit anymore. My wife died twice everyone else wants to eat me. I’m going to just stop fighting.”

Michael grabbed his brother and lifted him from the ground. “Stand up, boy. We do not have time for this.”

Jacob shoved Michael’s hands away but his knees sank. Michael grabbed Jacob before he fell. “Jacob, now stand on your feet!”

“I’m trying dude.”

Footsteps approached the bedroom door and the blockade. A zombie fell forward the moment it attempted to step through it. A second appeared, paused and fell. A third set of footsteps.

“The closet…”

Jacob and Michael- The next part – part 4

The beginnings of a trap emerge. The room constricted as a pair of zombies approached. One on the right and the other near the center of the room. The two remaining zombies negotiated a pile of bedding in the doorway.

“Bust the window!” Jacob shouted.

“No way, it will attract more from outside. We will never make it through without being mauled,” Michael replied.

Michael peered out the window, into the darkness.

“I can’t see a damn thing.”

“Smash it!” Jacob insisted. He approached the zombie in the center of the room with the bat. He swung and struck the creature in the chest. It heaved a breath. It stumbled, stood for a moment then continued forward. Jacob swung a second time hitting the creature’s shoulder. The bat fell. Jacob’s hands shook.

Michael tapped the window with his own bat putting a small hole in the center of the lower pain. A second tap shattered the rest of the glass. Michael pushed out the outside screen and stuck his head out the window. A pair of arms wrapped themself around Michael’s waist and he took in a panicked breath. Pulled from the window Michael turned and shoved Jacob into the opposite wall. Jacob tumbled into the wall, stuck it and slide to the floor.

“Dude.. no!” Michael warned.

Jacob gasp then replied, “Ass… look.”

Michael turned to find a pair of swollen hands grabbing at the meal that was in the window for a moment.

“Damn…” Michael grumbled. “Frickn monsters. Five years Jacob! We have been in this crap five years. Monster invasion in New York City and now were are all in the soup. Brother…”. He said to Jacob. “We are done.”

Micheal squared up in front of a zombie. He swung at his face and stuck the zombie. It’s face twisted, the zombie didn’t hesitate and stepped forward.

Jacob stood and prepared to attack the other zombie but his bat lay on the floor beside the creature.

Michael swung again and his zombie fell. He banged the gore-covered bat on the floor. Moved to face zombie two, Michael swung and the bat became twisted in the rubbery arms of the reaching zombie. Michael watched the bat cartwheel into the wall. The zombie’s arms fell to its side at the elbow. It moved forward as if it hadn’t just walked into an aluminum fan.

“What the hell, dude?” Jacob grumbled.

“Hey, you did it first.”

“Now what!”

“We go melee,” Michael said as his took a boxer stance.

“Like your cleric… what was it’s name Wisconsin. Remember that melee?” Jacob asked.

“This is not a remember D&D moment Jacob!” Michael warned, paused then laughed.

“Wisconsin was a good character name.”

Both men laughed then stood firm waiting for the inevitable.

Neither knew how to fight outside of an occasional scuffle. They managed to scrap out some life within the City of Monsters.

City of Monsters – Jacob and Michael – The Wives – part 2

“Just push through it Michael.  You can do this,” Jacob said as he sat upon a chair on top of Barbara.

Michael paced the floor. Mixing words of disbelief with cursing. Banging on the back door began to spread around the house as zombie brethren began to beat their way into the house..

“You need to do it, Michael… now!” Jacob shouted.

Michael walked around and stood at a window.  He stared at the destruction of the once bright city.

“All these people…,” he said to no one.  “They just stand in the failing daylight staring at a charcoal drawing that was once a city.”

“Could you ever imagine something like this happening?”  He says too Jacob.  “A catastrophic infection spreading from the center of the country. Trapping a whole city within its walled boundaries?”

“I don’t know what to tell you Michael!” Jacob replied, his voice shaking.

Barbara managed to grab the small man’s right leg. Jacob reached down and shoved her hand free but it returned and strangled his bare ankle.

“If she draws blood you will be without a wife and a friend.” Jacob struggled to stay a top Barbara.  He manipulated the chair and dug a corner leg into the infected woman’s left shoulder.  The weight of the chair melted quickly through the rotting muscle.  Jacob moved his legs to the left.

Barbara pushed upward on the chair with her free right hand. Jacob set his feet on her left side and pushed back.

“Michael please…”

The back door opened with a crash. The large zombie stood in the kitchen and roared.  Michael swung the bat.  It struck the floor with a loud metallic boom and Jacob leapt from his chair.  Michael swung again striking Barbara and collapsing her chest.   The large zombie moved forward, followed by others.  Barbara attempted to breath, her infected lungs compressed. Rotten air retched from her mouth. Her broken face stared forward, human feelings of sorrow and pain vacant from her grey face.

Jacob ran forward and pushed a large leather couch into the smaller doorway to the kitchen.  Michael stared downward at what used to be his wife.  The body of his wife, her face, attempted to take in a breath but it wouldn’t come.  She stared at the ceiling.  Michael began to cry.  The pain in her face wasn’t there.  Michael knelt next to his wife, her breath slowing.

“Barbara,” he whispered and watched.  He reached forward.

Barbara turned, her eyes flashed.  She snapped at Michael’s hand.  Michael fell backward.  He grabbed the bat and swung three times.  Barbara took a final breath and finally left the world of the living.

“Help me, Michael,” Jacob pleaded.

Michael shot up from the floor,  swung and connected with the bat.  The zombie stumbled to the side and knocked over a second.  It then straighten up and charged forward.

“Hold the couch,” Jacob ordered.

The large zombie stepped forward and charged.  He struck the couch and fell forward.  The couch moved forward but the two men held the other zombies behind it.  Jacob grabbed another bat, and Michael his, and both men beat the zombie to death.

“Yea! buddy,” Jacob screamed.  He continued, his voice escalating with every sentence, “Its like we’re in a movie.  Remember those… fun little contraptions we could do before we had monsters attacking us every moment of the day.  We were so lazy back then.  Relaxing, watching stuff… doing nothing. Oh, and not killing our wives.  Michael we had wives that hated us.”

“They didn’t hate us,” Micheal said.  “They loved us.”  He looked back at what remained of Barbara and was suddenly jerked forward.

Gary, what did you do!


“Gary, what are you doing?”  Erik shouts as he shakes the overwhelming feelings of loneliness from his head.  He lifts the bottle of whiskey to his lips and takes a swallow.  The warm liquid burned his throat and Erik waited for the thoughts to begin to fade.

The metal shelves behind the glass doors fell with a crash.  Light from the large front store window illuminated a tall, rotten man standing within the fallen metal columns.

“Gary,” Erik replied with some hesitation.  “What did you do?”

The tall infected man stepped forward and tripped over the shelves.  Erik leapt back and searched for a weapon.  The back of the store was dark but it was a warehouse.  Large steel shelves held dry food, aluminum cans and a broom.  The broom sat against the shelf as Gary began to stand.

“Don’t you move, Gary,” Erik said as he made his way over a mess of busted boxes.  Another crash and Erik realized a second infected creature found the open glass door.

“You have to be kidding me.  You invited Nora to the party.  You are an ass, Gary.”

Nora falls over the metal shelving.  As Erik tumbles himself over the boxes beneath his feet.  He swears as his right hand strike a pile of aluminum cans.  Gary steps forward, growls and lunges.  Erik pulls his feet toward his chest as his hand throbs.

“You stupid, ugly be…”  Erik slides back then under the large steel shelves.  He grabs the broom and it falls forward.  Gary grabs the broom and pulls as Erik pulls back.

“Give me that broom,” Erik insisted.

Gary’s unnatural strength pulled him forward, leaving Erik face down.  Gary growled, grabbed a knot of Erik’s shirt, and bent down.  Erik felt a large object on his left and pulled.  A large wooden pallet fell knocking Gary to his right.  Erik scurried backward before the pallet trapped him on the ground.

Nora, a grotesque vision of rot, shuffled past Gary.  She turned and slid between a wall and the steel shelves.  She zeroed in on Erik and stepped forward.  Erik fought off the infected woman.  Her enhanced strength frightening.  Erik pushed Nora’s hungry hands away.  Avoided another attempt then crawled under the steel shelves.  He tried to push the shelves over Nora but it wouldn’t budge.  A noose of thin skin and bone wrapped it’s gory fingers around Erik’s ankle.

Erik grabbed the steel shelf with his left hand and shoved his right foot down into Gary’s face.  Gary growled but it lasted seconds before his worn, rotten spine snapped.  Anger raged and Erik crushed the infected man’s skull.  Nora grabbed at Erik. He continued the rage, grabbed the broom and thrust it into Nora’s piecemeal chest.  He twisted her body and forced her to the ground.  Erik pushed his booted foot down and crushed her face flat.  He then found a coffee pot and hit her till she stopped moving.

Erik screamed as adrenaline ran through him.  He picked up whatever he could and tossed it.  After a minute he found his way out of the backroom and stood within the store.  Something outside the thick, glass picture window caught his eye.

Disturbance in a Happy Town – Sucks

Jimmy’s knees buckled and he sank.  Happy grabbed him and held on.  Happy, with Sarah’s help, led Jimmy to the basement door and down the stairs.  The stink of mold signaled nothing unusual, that was until Sarah directed them over to a small room in the corner of the room.

“Go through the wall,”  She said with a serious face.

“What are you talking about?  This is a serious situation and you want me to stooge my way into a wall.”

“Happy.”

“I am not going to walk into the wall.”

“Fine, I will go first,” Sarah replied.

Sarah let go of Jimmy and stepped forward.  She paused then disappeared into the stone wall.

“Did you see that Jimmy, the wall just sucked up your girlfriend?”

“She is not my girlfriend,” Jimmy moaned.

Happy held his breath and stepped to the wall.  He tensed up, stepped forward and felt the wall wrap around him.  The floor disappeared for a moment then returned.  Happy stepped forward and reappeared in a candle-lit room.

“Holy pants,” Happy shouted as Sarah stood in front of him.  Cathedral ceilings towered over him.  Painting of men and woman, with serious expressions, stared at him from the walls.  Jimmy fell to the ground and sobbed.

The witch stood, her back turned, over a book.

“What is wrong with Jimmy?”

“He met my father, that’s whats wrong with him.”

“Your father,” Happy replied.  “Your father?  That was…”

The witch turned.  “You stepped into my house.  Your friend is now stricken with my curse.  I have kept this from the world for thirty years.  Now, in one foolish move you have endangered another.”

“How long did you think you were going to hide this mother?”  Sarah shouted.  “When are you going to realize that we can’t run anymore?  I can’t do this anymore.”

The witch marched forward, wand in hand.

“Now, stop lady.  I’m sorry we walked into your house.  Honestly, it was Jimmie’s idea but if you fix him I promise we will leave.”

The witch cast a spell from the wand and it struck Jimmie.  Happy released him and he fell to the ground.  Happy scuttled backward and watched as the witch stood over him.

“It would seem that Sarah would have a problem with this,”  Happy thought but she stood waiting.  After a moment Jimmy sat up and held his head.

Happy smiled and walked over to him.  “Buddy, we need to go.  This nice witch lady is scary as hell and I don’t want to piss her off again.”

Jimmy sat for several moment quiet then spoke.  “Sarah… she has to come with us.”

“Are you serious!” Happy replied.  “How long have you known this girl?  Are you hiding things from you best friend?”

Jimmy shook dire thoughts from his head and looked up.  “Sarah is in danger.  The whole town is in danger.”  Jimmy’s eyes were alive with anger.

“How could you bring this creature here?  What have you done?”

The witch stepped back.  She dropped the wand to her side.

“Oh…”  She said as her hands rose to her face.  “You have been marked.”

 

Disturbance in a Happy Town – The Darkness

“I’m not sure about this,” Happy said.

“You…  unconfident about something.  That’s a change.  You are usually the most optimistic.”

“You saw that house.  It’s the darkest house in the whole village.  It’s just creepy.”

“It’s just a house,” Jimmy assured him, even through the fear that began to pile upon him.  “but… she’s in there.  uhm… Sarah.”

Happy frowned.  “I don’t know who told you it was ok, to be a hero, because it’s not as fun as they make it out to be in the movies.”

With Jimmy’s urging Happy followed along.  Main street seemed to get darker with every step.  “Couldn’t we do this during lunch… you know… in the day?”

“Happy!” Jimmy growled.

The house on the corner of Main and South St. stood tall in it’s dark, spooky splendor.  “This was a light blue house last week,” Jimmy added.

“Uh.. yeah… that means don’t go in.”

Jimmy stepped forward and into a sheet of darkness.  Happy protested when he noticed that Jimmy became darker.  Happy stepped back and noticed a clear line extending from the house to the curb.  Darkness wrapped around the house.  It stained the white house next to it with a dark stain.

“Dude, this is some sort of magic.  We can’t do this.”

“If you don’t want to do this then just leave,” Jimmy shouted, anger piled upon his tongue.  Jimmy stopped then added.  “Sorry, Happy but I need you.”  Jimmy reached through the sheet of darkness and grabbed Happy and pulled him in.

Happy shouted and attempted to brush off the darkness as Jimmy watched.  After a moment, “It’s just darker.  That’s it.”

Happy frowned.  “You know there is a price to being your friend.  It’s steep dude… steep.”

Jimmy stepped forward till he stood in front of the front gate.  Happy hesitated but join him soon.  Jimmy opened the gate and walked into the front yard.  “Isn’t Sarah’s mother going to see us walking up from the front?”  Happy whispered.

“Do you want to go around back?”  Jimmy snapped.

Happy sighed, wondering if the darkness was causing his friend to be a little meaner then usual.  He thought, for a moment, about going around but followed Jimmy when the darkness shimmered a bit in that direction.

Jimmy approached the front steps and walked, one step then a second.  The stairs creaked with the additional weight and then again when Happy climbed them.  The door in front of them was open a crack and Jimmy moved it to the right.

“Hello?”  He said.

That prompted Happy to protest but a sharp stare stopped him.

“Sarah?”

“Dude, your going to bring the witch down on us,” Happy added.

Jimmy ignored him.  Inside the house the air was chilly.  Goosebumps rose upon the boys bare arms.  On the left was an empty room covered in dust.  An old rocking chair and ancient furniture sat neglected.  To the right was a kitchen, clean and modern with food packed in open cabinets.  In front of them was a set of stairs and a hallway beside it.

“Happy, where should we go.  Where would you keep a 13 year old?”

“I don’t know dude?  Do I look like a homicidal witch lady?”

“I don’t know.  You don’t seem to want to be here,” Jimmy replied, his voice raising.

“Well, you pulled me into this.  I didn’t even want to come.”

“You can just leave then,” Jimmy shouted.

“Something moved,” Happy said, fear overtook any anger.  The boys then heard shouting from somewhere beneath them.

“I think she is in the basement,” Jimmy said as he moved quickly past the stairs and stood in front of a basement door.

Both boys pulled on the door but it didn’t move.

“Jimmy?  Is that you?”

Both turned toward the front door to see the woman they feared the noise would bring.

Sarah’s mother stood at the door dressed in a black dress.  Her hair, blond, sat in a braid on her shoulder.

“I go out to the store and you allow two boys break into the house,” She shouted.

“Well, the door was open so technically we didn’t break in,” Happy said with a half smile.

The witch smiled, revealing polished, perfect teeth.

The witch was always dressed in black and the boys would see her walking through the neighborhood on occasion.  Most would avoid her but not because she was ugly.  She was actually quite attractive but for the Darkness that followed her.

The Darkness stepped into the house, barely seen but for slightly movements.  When the witch moved in the daylight the Darkness was a large shadow that towered over her.  In the house the Darkness sucked all happiness from the room and tears began to form within the corners of Jimmy’s eyes.  He recalled sad memories of his family that passed.  His mother talking with her hands all the time.  His father’s laugh.  Jimmy missed them both.  He almost lost his knees when someone caught him.

“Get out of here!”  Sarah shouted and clapped her hands loudly.   It echoed through the house.  The Darkness recoiled and flew up the stairs.  The witch sighed, a weight fell from her shoulders.

“Take him to the bedroom.  We need to find some happy memories.”  She passed by Happy and said, “Dear, follow us.  You can help.  Your friend needs you badly.”