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Topic: Grrr! (01/28/10)
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TITLE: Roaming, Seeking Whom He Might Devour | Previous Challenge Entry
By Loren T. Lowery
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Ring – Ring
A voice groggled with sleep answers, “Hello?”
“Honey, it’s me.”
“Susan? What time is it?” He sits up in bed. “Are you okay?”
“I know it’s early, but I couldn’t sleep. I’m so excited. Yesterday the postman delivered that new CD I ordered. I haven’t listened to it yet…I wanted to do that when you got back home.”
“CD? What CD?”
“You know, I told you. From the TV evangelist, JJ Doe. The one who preaches about prosperity. It was only $20.”
There was a sigh, followed by a long pause. “No, you didn’t tell me about it. Susan. You know we’ve talked about this and you know how I feel about these 'name it and claim it' evangelist. They’re charlatans after your money.”
“Jeff…”
“No let me finish. It’s bad enough you listen to them on TV, but to bring their false teachings into our house by buying their CD’s is another thing. It’s like opening doors to the devil – opening our home to discord.”
“Jeff, please I don’t want to argue.”
“Then why did you call me all the way from Atlanta…”
“There’s something else,” she broke in, her voice anxious. “I heard a noise.”
A noise, what kind of noise?”
“I don’t know. Like a lion or bear or something. Like a growl.”
“A lion or a bear? Sweetheart, we live in the middle of downtown Atlanta atop one of the largest complexes in the city. The zoo is what ten, fifteen miles away?”
“Jeff, please don’t be condescending. I know what I heard….oh my gosh. I heard it again. Jeff it seems closer…I’m locking the bedroom door…”
“Susan? Susan? Are you all right?”
“I’m back. I’m frightened, Jeff. Oh no, I heard something crash downstairs. Oh, Jeff, help me please. I’m so scared…help me.”
“Susan, you’ll be all right. Go wedge a chair under the doorknob and lock yourself in the bathroom. Then call 911. Then call me right back.”
“I…I can’t. I’m shaking too much. I don’t know what to do…”
“Susan, I’m hanging up and calling 911 for you.”
“No don’t…don’t leave me!”
“Go put that chair beneath the doorknob and lock yourself in the bathroom. Now!”
Heart beating wildly in his ears, Jeff clicked off and dialed 911.
“This is 911, what is your emergency?”
“This is Jeff Stone. My wife just called me from 2202 Pendleton Ave., Apartment B, Atlanta, Georgia. She says there’s an intruder in the house and is too shaken to call 911 herself. Please call Atlanta and have them dispatch someone right away.”
“Yes, sir. I’m dialing now. Please give us your wife’s name and the number she was calling you from.”
Denver: 2:25AM
Hands shaking, Jeff’s voice trembles in the speaker of his phone, “Susan, Susan, please pick up.” Click. “Hi, you’ve reached Susan; I can’t come to the phone right now…”
Disconnecting, he speed-dials again. Moments later, a man answers. “Hello?”
Jeff’s voice panicked, “Hello, who is this!”
“This is Sergeant Oliver Davis with the Atlanta PD. Who is this?”
“I’m Jeff Stone. You’re on my wife’s phone. Where is she? Is she okay?”
“She’s fine, Mr. Stone. Just a little shaken. Here, let me put her on.”
“Jeff, Jeff, I’m so sorry. I was so frightened. They’re looking around now. Can’t find anything. Nothing’s been broken into…but I know I heard something…I know it.”
“Its okay, Sweetie. You did the right thing calling me. I’ll take an early flight out this morning and be in Atlanta around noon.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”
“No, I want to. In the mean time, do something for me.”
“What?”
“Go downstairs and throw that CD from JJ Doe out of the house. I don’t want you opening it, listening to it…nothing. Just throw it out.” There was a long pause. “Susan, are you listening to me?”
“Yes, but I don’t see why…it’s just a CD.”
“Please don’t argue with me – and it’s not just a CD.”
“Why do we always have to fight about this? It’s like throwing $20 in the trash…”
“False teachings, exactly where it belong.”
Atlanta 6:30 AM
Susan speaking to herself. “I’ll just hide it here in the bookcase. Jeff never looks in here; and I’ll only listen to it when he’s not home.”
Behind her, a shadow floats across the wall, its stealth not unlike the gait of a prowling lion; its black silhouette, pulsating with a deep, hungry growl.
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Creepy
I want to hear more.
Fantastic writing.