THE VICTIM

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THE VICTIM
I step out from the restaurant
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness,
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other...

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THE VICTIM

I step out from the restaurant

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness,

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there are other footsteps,

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

 

THE VICTIM

nature/vintage blog

 

I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness.

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps.

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there  are other footsteps.

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

 

 

TEST OF TIME

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Sunset in Everglades National Park, Florida

The test of time.

We all succumb to it.

It takes its victims.

No one is safe.

Wither.

Dry up.

Turn to dust.

And life goes on.

Until the next victims

bite the dust.

And so it goes.

On and on.

In waves.

In cycles.

In perpetuity.

No reason to fight it.

Accept it.

THE VICTIM

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I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light,

laughter, and voices.

I step into a dark alleyway,

filled with dark shadows.

I hear my footsteps on the cobblestones.

But are there other footsteps

echoing behind me?

Is someone behind me?

Should I sneak into a doorway

to take a peak behind me?

Or should I keep walking?

I see lights up ahead.

I will walk to those beacons

of the night.

Will someone be there to help me?

Will I fall victim to a stalker?

Or will I become a victim of my own imagination?

What do you think?

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 103

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 103

Chapter 18
Early next morning, Linda heard loud shouts coming from outside her apartment that sounded like they were originating from the beach near End House. I hope Todd is still home.
She couldn’t find Todd anywhere so she dressed quickly, with her cats peeking out at her from under the bed, and raced out to the beach. There was a loud commotion of people standing at the edge of the beach—right below End House. She was shocked to see that David was the one doing all the shouting and shrieking. He was standing beside a blanket with his hands waving in the air, his voice becoming higher and higher pitched.
She moved closer and noticed a red shoe sticking out from under a blanket that was draped over a form lying flat on the beach. David ran over. “I found the body when I was taking a walk on the beach by myself. All I was able to see was a red shoe. When I got closer, I realized that the shoe was on a dead body of a young girl. She was totally white—like all her blood had been drained from her body. Are there such things as vampires? I don’t know what to believe anymore. How many bad things could possibly happen in one town?”
Linda scanned the tight cluster of bystanders and spotted Todd talking with the sheriff and his deputy off to the side. She took David’s arm—which quieted him down somewhat—and guided him over to where they were standing. Todd walked over to David and said, “If you hadn’t found her, someone else would have.”
Sheriff Sam said, “She looks like the young photographer who’d been nosing around town this last month. She’d been asking a lot of questions about a girl who’d disappeared last year from the Oasis Hotel.”
“Maybe she’d discovered some information that had gotten her killed,” said Linda. She was concerned about the number of deaths piling up in town.
“We’ll never find out, since that girl has never been found. And the newspaper that this photographer was supposed to have been working for doesn’t even exist,” further explained Sam.
“Let me look into this. She could have been posing as a photographer, but been hired by someone else to dig deeper for answers,” said Todd. He turned to Linda. “Please take David home with you and remain in your house until I can join you. I don’t want you wandering around town without me. From now on, I’ll accompany you to and from work. Since we don’t know who we are up against, we must be extra careful.”
“I’m fine on my own. What about all the blood that had been drained from her body? Who could have done that? Have people been posing as vampires?”
“I’ll get to the bottom of this with the sheriff. Just be careful. Promise me that you’ll listen to me or else I’ll come home with you right now and never again leave your side.”
“All right, I’ll listen to you this time.”
“I think you should always listen to me…you’ll be much safer and happier that way.”

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 94

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 94

Linda was eating breakfast with Todd the next morning. She asked him, “Would you like to join Shana and me when we visit Charles Wolf?”
“Why on earth would you visit him? I don’t think it’s safe for you to go there!” said Todd, his dark eyes flashing at her.
“Don’t be angry…that’s why we’re asking you to come along with us. His name came up when we’d conducted a search of End House on the internet. He sits on the Board of Directors of a holding company that owns the house.”
”I’ve never liked or trusted Wolf, but I’ll come with you. Never go anywhere like that without me! Promise me!”
“I promise. Can we go right after breakfast and bring Shana with us?”
“Of course, I’ll do whatever you want; just as long that I know that you’re safe. Sam won’t be able to join us today, but I’ll inform him later of our visit.”
When he looked at her with those big brown eyes, all she wanted was to be in his arms, safe and sound. But for some unknown reason, he was determined to keep her at arm’s length. They never discussed anything personal—that is, outside of End House or Oasis. But he seemed to care about her…and worry about her. When she got up from the table, she felt his eyes on her…following her…silently watching her.