August 25, 1937 756 Olive Drive Fear gripped me. My son slept soundly in his room down the hall. The air was thick and choking and I could fear the fear swelling from my husband in waves. I forced a smile. This was nothing, I thought, our overactive imaginations at play. “It’s nothing,” I said aloud. He nodded. Although, I knew he didn’t feel that way. I wanted to go to my son’s room but was afraid to. Somehow I knew that would just – make things angry. I could feel my husband’s presence next to me as much as I could see him. “Watch,” I said to him, gathering my wit. “Whatever you are!” I said with forced bravado to no one in particular. “You’re not welcome here! So you can just leave!” I sounded more brave than I felt. Even though I spoke with force, the words sounded muffled. I could almost hear the words spoken back to me. Maybe I felt them, I wasn’t sure. Looking back, I knew something was very wrong, but it wasn’t until I stepped out into the hall that I was given the proof. The hall felt darker, colder, longer than usual. The table lamp in the study was the only source of light and it barely illuminated the outline of my husband behind me, who hadn’t moved from where he stood. “Fine!”I said as loud as I could muster. Because my fear was literally choking me. Each time I spoke, it took more effort and less sound would come out of me, as if I were in one of those nightmares. “If you don’t leave, then we’re leaving.” The front door swung open of its own accord, beckoning me. I could hear the foreign thoughts in my mind. ‘Go ahead and leave. But you’re leaving alone.’ --- READ THE REST ON THE LINK BELOW --- theaccidentalwriterblog.wordpress/2014/07/31/children-at-the-window-teaser/
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