THE CAR
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(Genre:Suspense)
A strange car cruised past my house in the middle of the night. I think the car wanted something...or someone.
Foreword/Preface
THE CAR is featured in a collection of "creepy" short stories titled: Skeletons in the Closet & Other Creepy Stories. It was released August 1, 2010, as an ebook and is available at Amazon's Kindle Store, KoboBooks and Smashwords (plus other retailers.)
If you enjoy The Car, please check out some of my other works, especially Lancelot's Lady, a semi-finalist in the Next Best Celler contest.
Short stories:
A Grave Error (Myrtle Murphy Mystery #1)
The Death of an Old Cow (Myrtle Murphy Mystery #2)
Maid of Dishonor (Myrtle Murphy Mystery #3)
ATROPHY
THE FINAL BOMB
SEPARATION ANXIETY
OUIJA
SWEET DREAMS
Novelette:
REMOTE CONTROL
Dorchester Next Best Celler Semi-Finalist:
LANCELOT'S LADY
Novel excerpts:
DIVINE INTERVENTION
FINDING BLISS
A strange car cruised past my house in the middle of the night. I think the car wanted something...or someone.
Foreword/Preface
THE CAR is featured in a collection of "creepy" short stories titled: Skeletons in the Closet & Other Creepy Stories. It was released August 1, 2010, as an ebook and is available at Amazon's Kindle Store, KoboBooks and Smashwords (plus other retailers.)
If you enjoy The Car, please check out some of my other works, especially Lancelot's Lady, a semi-finalist in the Next Best Celler contest.
Short stories:
A Grave Error (Myrtle Murphy Mystery #1)
The Death of an Old Cow (Myrtle Murphy Mystery #2)
Maid of Dishonor (Myrtle Murphy Mystery #3)
ATROPHY
THE FINAL BOMB
SEPARATION ANXIETY
OUIJA
SWEET DREAMS
Novelette:
REMOTE CONTROL
Dorchester Next Best Celler Semi-Finalist:
LANCELOT'S LADY
Novel excerpts:
DIVINE INTERVENTION
FINDING BLISS
Chapters:
Chapter 1:- THE CAR
I'm looking scary right now, with my leftover eye-makeup smeared under my eyes. The seams of the saggy bags under them betray my lack of sleep. I didn't get to slip away into a peaceful sleep like the rest of you probably did last night. Instead I got to call 911.
Twice.
And before you freak out and wonder who had a heart attack, it wasn't like that. Well...not really.
It all started when Royale, the most wonderful guard dog of all, began barking at two this morning and wouldn't shut up. So Marc, my hero, went to see why. He told me later he had heard voices. Not that kind of voices...real ones! He looked out our side windows, then the front ones. Royale, our fluffy white miniature American Eskimo killer watchdog, continued barking and growling.
Then Marc saw someone run across the street, stop in the middle, look both ways then run back towards our house. That's when he saw the shadows hiding behind the neighbor's gate.
By this time I was thinking that my hero needed backup, so I crawled out of bed and went to see what he was doing. I was shocked when he told me there were kids outside. I looked out the window and saw them huddling by the gate. Six--count 'em--six teens, probably no more than fifteen years old, were wandering the streets of Edmonton at 2:00 a.m. They were hiding in my neighbor's back yard.
Marc started yelling at them. "Hey! What are you doing?" When they didn't answer, he shouted, "Get out!"
One of the kids--a boy, I think--shouted something back. "Someone's after us." Some of the kids snickered.
"Get out or I'm going to call the cops!" Marc yelled.
Of course, me being proactive and all, I made my first ever 911 call. I explained to the cops that there were six young teens hiding in my neighbor's yard. I also told them that they said someone was after them, but that it was impossible to determine whether they were seriously scared or not. As Marc put it, why wouldn't they bang on doors if they felt threatened?
The kids, seeing me in the window talking to someone on the phone, quickly banded together and ran across the street. They hovered in the path to Sobeys for a moment, then disappeared.
I have to admit, the entire thing left me feeling a bit unnerved. What if the kids were in real danger? What if someone 'bad' was after them? What if they had just vandalized my neighbor's yard or house? What if it was local drug deal gone bad and the dealers were hunting them down? What if they were all running away? What if they came back? What if I had imagined it all and they never really existed?
What if...?
* * *
Note from Cheryl:
I apologize for deleting the rest of this story but I am preparing it for publication.
THE CAR will be available in early August as one of 13 short stories in my new collection titled SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET & OTHER CREEPY STORIES. It will be available as an ebook on Kindle, Smashwords, KoboBooks, iPad and more.
Check out the creepy cover at http://www.cherylktardif.com/skeletons-in-the-closet
Thank you to all my readers here on Textnovel. I appreciate every one of you.
Cheryl Kaye Tardif, bestselling author
http://www.cherylktardif.com
http://www.cherylktardif.blogspot.com
I'm looking scary right now, with my leftover eye-makeup smeared under my eyes. The seams of the saggy bags under them betray my lack of sleep. I didn't get to slip away into a peaceful sleep like the rest of you probably did last night. Instead I got to call 911.
Twice.
And before you freak out and wonder who had a heart attack, it wasn't like that. Well...not really.
It all started when Royale, the most wonderful guard dog of all, began barking at two this morning and wouldn't shut up. So Marc, my hero, went to see why. He told me later he had heard voices. Not that kind of voices...real ones! He looked out our side windows, then the front ones. Royale, our fluffy white miniature American Eskimo killer watchdog, continued barking and growling.
Then Marc saw someone run across the street, stop in the middle, look both ways then run back towards our house. That's when he saw the shadows hiding behind the neighbor's gate.
By this time I was thinking that my hero needed backup, so I crawled out of bed and went to see what he was doing. I was shocked when he told me there were kids outside. I looked out the window and saw them huddling by the gate. Six--count 'em--six teens, probably no more than fifteen years old, were wandering the streets of Edmonton at 2:00 a.m. They were hiding in my neighbor's back yard.
Marc started yelling at them. "Hey! What are you doing?" When they didn't answer, he shouted, "Get out!"
One of the kids--a boy, I think--shouted something back. "Someone's after us." Some of the kids snickered.
"Get out or I'm going to call the cops!" Marc yelled.
Of course, me being proactive and all, I made my first ever 911 call. I explained to the cops that there were six young teens hiding in my neighbor's yard. I also told them that they said someone was after them, but that it was impossible to determine whether they were seriously scared or not. As Marc put it, why wouldn't they bang on doors if they felt threatened?
The kids, seeing me in the window talking to someone on the phone, quickly banded together and ran across the street. They hovered in the path to Sobeys for a moment, then disappeared.
I have to admit, the entire thing left me feeling a bit unnerved. What if the kids were in real danger? What if someone 'bad' was after them? What if they had just vandalized my neighbor's yard or house? What if it was local drug deal gone bad and the dealers were hunting them down? What if they were all running away? What if they came back? What if I had imagined it all and they never really existed?
What if...?
* * *
Note from Cheryl:
I apologize for deleting the rest of this story but I am preparing it for publication.
THE CAR will be available in early August as one of 13 short stories in my new collection titled SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET & OTHER CREEPY STORIES. It will be available as an ebook on Kindle, Smashwords, KoboBooks, iPad and more.
Check out the creepy cover at http://www.cherylktardif.com/skeletons-in-the-closet
Thank you to all my readers here on Textnovel. I appreciate every one of you.
Cheryl Kaye Tardif, bestselling author
http://www.cherylktardif.com
http://www.cherylktardif.blogspot.com
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