Constance stirred in her
bed. Silence stole across her room as an
ominous shadow slid across the walls from the door to the bed.
Eyes snapped open, and Constance awoke with a start. She attempted to sit up, but found she could
not. A horrible, invisible weight sat
upon her chest, forcibly pinning her to the bed. White noise began building inside her
ears. Sudden, real terror gripped
her. Constance
screamed for help only to find her voice incapable of producing noise.
The white noise grew ever louder
to the sound thousands of buzzing insects.
Indistinct screams punctuated the buzzing sound. She had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be real. Then the voice entered her mind.
I am coming for
you, Constance Buines Povey.
A white light began flashing in the
corner of the ceiling by the door.
I am here.
As sweat and tears streaked her face,
Constance fought with every ounce of will power to banish the hallucination. Then as suddenly as it started, the event
ended. The house was ushered back into
the natural silence of night. Constance
stumbled out of her room and rushed towards her parents’ room. When she entered her parents’ room, Constance found her voice, and her screams filled the
house.
***
“Hey, buddy, are you going to sit here all
night, or are you going to finish your drink?”
Jack Chambers leered at man perched precariously on top of one of his
barstools. As bartender, bouncer, and
owner of the establishment, Jack had to be quick to spot potential trouble. And this particular joker had been sitting in
the same spot for almost an hour and had only ordered one beer.
The beer was unfinished, and the guy
hadn’t spoken a word to anyone in bar.
He just sat there with smirk on his face. If a person wasn’t in a bar to drink, eat, or
talk, then he was there to cause problems for everyone else around him
especially Jack.
“Hey!
I asked if you were going to order another beer.” The guy met Jack’s gaze. A subtle shiver slithered down Jack’s spine
as he looked into the guy’s slate grey eyes.
The guy’s omnipresent smirk grew,
“Why? You going to throw me out?”
“I prefer paying customers, if you’re not
eating or drinking something, you have no reason to be here.” Jack would have loved nothing more than to
grab the guy by his shoulder length, black hair and throw him out the front
door. But in the age of lawsuits, that
type of action was ill advised. The guy
looked Jewish to Jack, and he couldn’t remember if Jews were considered a
“special interest” group. Either way it
wouldn’t look good if a German beat the crap out of a Jew.
“Fine then, get me another beer.”
“You haven’t even finished your first
one.”
“Then look at it as purchasing the
privilege to remain in your bar.” The
guy’s smirk remained on his face, but his tone was mirthless.
“Fine, whatever.” Jack muttered to himself, and walked to the
fridge. He did all he could legally to
make the guy leave. Now Jack would have
to wait for the guy to actually cause trouble.
In that case, then he could beat the guy senseless with minimal risk of
repercussions. The guy couldn’t have
weighed more than 150 pounds and was no taller than 5’10”. At a height of 6’3” and pushing 280 pounds,
the bartender definitely would have the size advantage in a fight. And Jack also had a shotgun secured
underneath the bar.
With a beer and a fresh glass, Jack
walked back to the guy. He set them down
on the bar and heard the front door open.
The man who walked in, stopped to survey the building and its
inhabitants, then his eyes focused on Jack or possibly the Jew. Jack instantly pegged the man as an
undercover law officer of some kind and knew he was carrying.
The officer stopped ten feet from the bar
and spoke in a quiet yet forceful voice, “Samson Alastor Brunhild, you will
accompany me outside.”
Jack felt something grab him around the
throat and lift him off his feet. He was
overtaken by disorientation. When it
cleared, the bartender found himself on the other side of the bar and trapped
in a headlock by the scrawny little Jew.
The Jew had the big bartender pinned in such a way that he couldn’t even
struggle against the guy’s iron grip.
Jack looked up to see that the officer
had his gun out and pointed at him. His
mouth started moving, “What the, what is going on, let me go! I will sue you
for…”
There was a loud crack. Hot, searing pain ran through Jack’s body
from his head to his toes. And his jaw fell slack, unable to move.
“That’s better.” The Jew’s voice was quiet and tense. “Your move officer.”
