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The Visitor III
Jane blinked awake as the sun streamed through the window. She gasped as she tried to move; feeling a sharp pain on her head. Tentatively she touched her forehead and felt a bump on it. She winced as she entangled herself from her bedclothes. She could not believe she was out for the whole night. Or maybe she just went into comfort zone after she hit her head, and slept through the night. She felt foolish as she tried to stand up. Number one klutz she muttered stumbling over the clothes and entering the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and grimaced. There was a good size bruise on her forehead that had a potential to break into hues of colours later in the day.
She sat down on her bed and contemplated her situation.
She puzzled over the occurrences during the past few days. She could not believe the activities and mishaps that seemed to befall her. First she had signed up in a dating site in the net…
She sat up straight. Maybe the person who responded to her, whom she thought looked familiar, could be the cause of all this. After all there have been cases of tenacious stalker and serial killers who got their victims from internet dating.
Grimly she dressed up and went downstairs to place a call. She still had friends in the local police department. One in particular would help her, she thought as he was sweet on her before she married Joe. He was not particularly friend with her when Joe was still alive but he had been notably friendly afterwards when they chanced on each other at the grocers or on the street.
“Marvin, I need your help,” she spoke into her phone.
“What is it Honey?” he answered, sounding rather smarmy, making her grimace. She did not particularly like the endearment either.
“I would like you to run a background check on this person name of David James,” and she went on giving the address. She also emailed him the social photo she had of him from his profile.
“What did he do?” Marvin asked and she explained about the internet dating site and how she answered to his profile.
“You shouldn’t look too far, baby…” Marvin crooned into the phone, and Jane almost slammed it down. She said her thank you and hung up the phone. She walked away from it, wiping her hand on her shirt. It almost felt oily; she thought and reprimanded herself for being so judgemental.
She really did not feel like calling in with a lump on her forehead, so she called in sick for the day and gave instruction to her deputy, who seemed to be thrilled with the responsibility.
His yes ma’am and no ma’am grated in her ear. Who says ma’am anymore, she thought.
As the morning waned, she felt claustrophobic and decided to go for a walk.
The air was fresh and balmy. There was a slight breeze that made her feel so invigorated that she walked on into the village slowly, enjoying the scene.
She met neighbours going on their own business, and she waved and smiled at them. She had not seen them for a while, as she never ventured into the village after Joe passed on.
As she was looking around, she bumped into a Mrs Barskin, whom she bought flower pods from in the past.
She smiled and wave at the elderly woman who seemed to be leading a big man along the road. Jane later realised that the big man was actually a boy who was big for his age and looked mentally challenged. At six feet, he looked strangely lumpish.
Mrs Barskin waved back and urged the slow boy on into their front yard and into the house.
A neighbour who was looking too, said to Jane, “Maggie Barskin’s grandson. Seems the parents died in a fire, so she has to take care of him.” She made a swinging sign over her ear, and Jane nodded. She did not particularly appreciate such callousness.
She felt tired after a while and so she walked home, striding briskly. The house seemed to be a safe sanctuary for her, as she walked in.
She began to puzzle over the whole incidences. Internet dating site, the rock in the living room with a handwritten note, the strange man coming of the canopied woods and then the laughter in the night when the electricity went off; what was going on here.
She gave a small scream when her telephone rang shrilly.
She took it up…”Hello?”
“You bloody bitch who the hell do you think you are!” a man screamed at her.
She screamed. The phone fell to the floor.
...to be continued...
She sat down on her bed and contemplated her situation.
She puzzled over the occurrences during the past few days. She could not believe the activities and mishaps that seemed to befall her. First she had signed up in a dating site in the net…
She sat up straight. Maybe the person who responded to her, whom she thought looked familiar, could be the cause of all this. After all there have been cases of tenacious stalker and serial killers who got their victims from internet dating.
Grimly she dressed up and went downstairs to place a call. She still had friends in the local police department. One in particular would help her, she thought as he was sweet on her before she married Joe. He was not particularly friend with her when Joe was still alive but he had been notably friendly afterwards when they chanced on each other at the grocers or on the street.
“Marvin, I need your help,” she spoke into her phone.
“What is it Honey?” he answered, sounding rather smarmy, making her grimace. She did not particularly like the endearment either.
“I would like you to run a background check on this person name of David James,” and she went on giving the address. She also emailed him the social photo she had of him from his profile.
“What did he do?” Marvin asked and she explained about the internet dating site and how she answered to his profile.
“You shouldn’t look too far, baby…” Marvin crooned into the phone, and Jane almost slammed it down. She said her thank you and hung up the phone. She walked away from it, wiping her hand on her shirt. It almost felt oily; she thought and reprimanded herself for being so judgemental.
She really did not feel like calling in with a lump on her forehead, so she called in sick for the day and gave instruction to her deputy, who seemed to be thrilled with the responsibility.
His yes ma’am and no ma’am grated in her ear. Who says ma’am anymore, she thought.
As the morning waned, she felt claustrophobic and decided to go for a walk.
The air was fresh and balmy. There was a slight breeze that made her feel so invigorated that she walked on into the village slowly, enjoying the scene.
She met neighbours going on their own business, and she waved and smiled at them. She had not seen them for a while, as she never ventured into the village after Joe passed on.
As she was looking around, she bumped into a Mrs Barskin, whom she bought flower pods from in the past.
She smiled and wave at the elderly woman who seemed to be leading a big man along the road. Jane later realised that the big man was actually a boy who was big for his age and looked mentally challenged. At six feet, he looked strangely lumpish.
Mrs Barskin waved back and urged the slow boy on into their front yard and into the house.
A neighbour who was looking too, said to Jane, “Maggie Barskin’s grandson. Seems the parents died in a fire, so she has to take care of him.” She made a swinging sign over her ear, and Jane nodded. She did not particularly appreciate such callousness.
She felt tired after a while and so she walked home, striding briskly. The house seemed to be a safe sanctuary for her, as she walked in.
She began to puzzle over the whole incidences. Internet dating site, the rock in the living room with a handwritten note, the strange man coming of the canopied woods and then the laughter in the night when the electricity went off; what was going on here.
She gave a small scream when her telephone rang shrilly.
She took it up…”Hello?”
“You bloody bitch who the hell do you think you are!” a man screamed at her.
She screamed. The phone fell to the floor.
...to be continued...
Published 12th Sep 2013
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12th Sep 2013 11:41am
She began to puzzle over the whole incidences. Internet dating site, the rock in the living room with a handwritten note, the strange man coming of the canopied woods and then the laughter in the night when the electricity went off; what was going on here.
Geez, what an ending to leave one hanging!
Write on Grace...
Geez, what an ending to leave one hanging!
Write on Grace...
12th Sep 2013 11:53am
Anonymous
12th Sep 2013 3:14pm
dramatic, interesting..great visuals...makes one want more!!! nice job, grace
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13th Sep 2013 1:48am
...the edge of this seat keeps getting thinner Dear Grace-I'm loving the inlaid sub-text details-makes the story full-indeed a full bite digging into this...and again...on edge and anxious!!!
Excellence!!!
Excellence!!!
13th Sep 2013 1:55am
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1st Oct 2013 2:28am
30th Sep 2013 6:28pm
I was going to wait until I read the final chapter of the story to comment but just wanted to point out a few edits for part III here for you:
"He was not particularly friend (should be 'friendly') with her..."
"She smiled and wave (should be 'waved') at the elderly woman who seemed to be leading a big man along the road."
I'm really into this story. I love the way you continue leaving us in suspense to end each part/chapter!
Gemini
"He was not particularly friend (should be 'friendly') with her..."
"She smiled and wave (should be 'waved') at the elderly woman who seemed to be leading a big man along the road."
I'm really into this story. I love the way you continue leaving us in suspense to end each part/chapter!
Gemini
1st Oct 2013 2:27am
Thank you so much Gemini. So kind of you and thanks for reading; honoured and humbled.
