(Longer than the other parts, but I wanted to wrap it up today) Kent Lewis pulled up to the Swanson residence with his emergency lights on but the siren off. As those red lights pulsed along the side of the house, the porch light flicked on and Gus Holcomb came sprinting out, as close to … Continue reading Something… (Part 8 – Conclusion) →

There was a violent thrashing in the house. Peggy stood at the top of the stairs with her eyes wide and her shotgun firmly gripped. Her hands trembled, and she had to force her finger off the trigger to stop herself from shooting accidentally. Below, in the swimming dark, glass shattered and wood splintered. Something … Continue reading Something… (Part 7) →

Gus Holcomb turned the wheel of his cruiser and pulled onto the dirt drive that led to Dale Swanson’s place. The smooth asphalt was replaced by rough washboards carved into the hard ground, and he felt his body jiggle with fat. His headlights illuminated the corn rows and reminded him of a congregation gathered for … Continue reading Something… (Part 6) →

Dale’s ears were ringing, and the shotgun trembled in his hand. From the chaos that had happened, the snarling brawl that raged in the corn, him unloading every shell waiting in the gun's cold belly, and the deafening silence and total blackness that followed, only one thought occupied his mind. Reload. His hand dug into … Continue reading Something… (Part 5) →

Peggy looked down through the window and watched Dale step into the dim circle of white light. His plaid shirt was unbuttoned and hung open at his chest. His greasy hair nearly touched his shoulders. He needs a haircut, she thought, and scoffed herself for thinking of such a thing at a time like this. … Continue reading Something… (Part 3) →

The stairway was dark, and Dale took each step carefully. Around the corner, at the base of the stairs, he could see a dim glow of yellow light that came from the kitchen. Without realizing, he fixed his eyes on that light, not wanting to look at the darkness of the rooms around him. The … Continue reading Something… (Part 2) →

(Kindly forgive my typos. I'm writing and posting) Rural Ohio, 1982 Dale's eyes rolled open, and he lay on his back staring at the dark ceiling. From the forefront of his mind, a dream of heat and pain fled to the depths of his subconscious. He swallowed and rolled to his side, pulling the sheet … Continue reading Something… (Part 1) →