Amy’s Story: Part 5

(Daily Prompt: Massive)
Massive problems are solved, one small step at a time.

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(To read from beginning:  Amy’s Story: Part 1)

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lays in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.]  

Rudy had tried his best to save Amy, but his attempts lay waste, due to the bullet lodged deep in his right shoulder.  As much as he had tried, he now lay motionless.  A light dusting of snow, from the fir branches above, covered his body.  A blanket of white, stained only, by the blood oozing from his dying heart.

As Rudy lay there, with his eyes closed, his life began to flash before him, in cinematic grandeur.  As scene one opened, the sight of his mother, Abigail, caused him to whimper.   Through the years his memories of her had faded, but now, once again, he saw her through puppy eyes…

Rudy gazed into the brown eyes, of a beautiful Golden Retriever, named Abigail.  Oblivious of the name given her by humans, Rudy touched his nose to her nose, and knew her only as mama. 

It had been long day, for Rudy, without his litter-mates.  He was confused, and wondered where they were.  At least he still had mama, he thought, and snuggled into the warmness of her fur.  This was his favorite spot.  The rhythmic beat coming from her heart, comforted him, and as always, like a lullaby, eased him to sleep.

Rudy was roused from his peaceful sleep by the sound of humans close by.

“Well, we only have one left; the runt, but you’re welcome to take a look-see at him.  Come on in here…uh…what’d you say your name was…?”

“Sky.  My name is Sky.” 

“Okay, Sky, come on in here.  I like to keep the bitches, and their pups in the barn when it’s this cold outside.  I’d hate for them to get cold.”

Human-talk, was gibberish to Rudy; so he snuggled closer to mama’s heart, and buried his head in her warm golden fur.  Before sleep could claim him, Rudy felt himself being lifted by gentle hands.  He opened his eyes, and looked down at the face of woman with blue eyes, and blonde spiky hair.  Rudy yawned, blinked his eyes, and looked once again, into the face of the human holding him.  This time, he noticed, she had a big smile upon her face.   She pulled him closer and kissed him on his wrinkled brow. 

“Oh my God…he’s perfect!”  

Human-gibberish again, thought Rudy, but he didn’t mind;  he licked the human on her nose, and thought, she smells good. 

Sky laughed at the puppy’s slobbery kiss, and pulled him closer. 

“So, how soon can I take him home?” Sky asked, feeling the warm bundle of fur wiggle beneath her chin. 

“Well, if you got the money, you can take him home today.”

“Oh, I got the money, all right!”

“Well, okay then!  Just put him back in there with his mama, and follow me to the office.  Watch-ya step, there’s a couple of poop piles I’ve not gotten to yet.”

Sky kissed Rudy again, and put him back beside Abigail, who was now looking up,  sitting on her haunches, and wagging her tail. 

“My gosh, Abigail, you are pretty!” 

Sky patted the top of Abigail’s head, and then turned to follow the man wearing denim overalls. 

“Hey, where ya going?” barked Rudy.  He jumped up to place his paws on the wire fence separating him from the humans.  His little tailed wagged so fast it created a small dust cloud, as it brushed back and forth over the dirt floor. 

***

Rudy lay on the car seat, beside Sky, and cried.  The seat beneath him was cold, the smells around him unfamiliar, and worst of all, his mama was nowhere to be seen.  The lady beside him was nice enough, but he missed his mama’s heartbeat, her brown eyes and the warmth of her fur. 

“Mama…mama…” He barked shrilly. “Where are you, mama?”

Sky placed a reassuring hand on him and crooned, “It’s okay little fellow…it’s going to be all right…I promise.”

Human gibberish, thought Rudy, and even though the warmth from the human’s hand was comforting, he barked even louder, “Mama…mama…mama…” 

Finally the car stopped, and the human got out, and closed the door.  He was alone but a few seconds, when the car door beside him opened.  He saw the human squat, so that she was eye level.  Once again his listened to human gibberish. 

“Okay, little fellow, now’s the time for you to perform magic.”  

Rudy cocked his head, and looked at the human with a confused expression.  The human laughed, rubbed his head and continued her gibberish. 

“Here’s the plan.  When the front door opens, you will mesmerize her with those gorgeous, chocolate eyes of yours.”

 “Okay?” 

“You see, I’ve done something stupid, and once again I’m in hot water with my girlfriend, and you , my little one, are the prettiest olive branch I could find.”

“Let’s hope, Amy thinks so too…”

Rudy cocked his head the other way, trying to understand, and once again the human laughed.  In spite of his homesickness, the happiness of her laugher made him feel a little better.  And then, he felt her lift him, from the cold seat, and pull him against her, for a warm hug.  Rudy’s  “happy-meter,” tilted a tad more to the right, and he began wagging his tail.

At the door, the human pressed a button, not once, but twice.  After a moment, they both heard footsteps on the other side.  Rudy felt himself lifted higher, and the human hid her face behind him, and whispered, “Okay, little fellow, now’s the time.  Do your magic…” 

The door opened, and Rudy saw Amy for the first time.  He looked into Amy’s shocked, brown eyes, and thought, “She has the same eyes as mama !”  In that instant, Rudy’s homesickness vanished, and peace took its spot.  He knew he was home, and always would be, with Amy. 

The magical spell was broken, by the voice of the human, behind him.   

“Amy…I’m so sorry…”

Amy, captured within Rudy’s spell, ignored Sky, and took the golden bundle, pulled him to her, and hugged him tenderly. 

Sky, stood in the doorway and smiled; confident, her plan had been a success. 

***

The mental image of Amy, caused a dying Rudy, to gasp for air, and the mental flashes of his life ceased.  His eyes opened, and to see the fir branches, waving above him.  For a moment, he wondered where when he was at, and then the events of the past hour came to  him.

He remembered he had been on the porch, sniffing, searching for squirrels, when he caught the scent of someone close by.  The scent was vaguely familiar, he couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he had smelled it before.

As Rudy lay in snow, he thought about the events that had led him here…

His gut lurched and he knew danger was near.  A waft of air ruffled Rudy’s hair, and he lifted his nose to it, trying to get a better whiff.  His nostrils filled with the scent of the stranger, and Rudy realized he knew stranger.  He had met this man before, and he clearly remembered disliking him; from day one, Rudy knew this man to be evil.    He had tried to warn Amy, by growling and barking, but she had scolded him, and put him in another room.  Rudy remembered laying  with his nose pressed to the opening, at the bottom of door, until the evil man had left and until he knew Amy to be safe. 

And now, as he stood on the cabin’s porch, he took one more sniff, just to confirm his suspicion. Rudy felt the hairs of his back rise, and he realized it was indeed the same evil man. 

Rudy began to bark and growl viciously, trying to warn Amy to stay inside, and then to Rudy’s horror,  Amy opened the door and stepped outside.  In the same instant, the evil man came around the corner of the cabin, and ran to grab Amy from behind.  Rudy saw something in the man’s hand, and knew it was meant to hurt Amy.  Without hesitation, Rudy lunged forward, but in mid flight, he heard an explosion, saw a flash of light, and then felt something hit him.  Whatever it was, it hit him so hard, he fell to floor at Amy’s feet. 

The memory of Amy in danger, sent a surge of adrenalin through Rudy’s body, and from its strength, Rudy tried to stand.  He stood but for a moment, until intense pain wracked his body, causing him to fall back into the snow.  Upon impact, Rudy cried out against the pain.

Again he tried to stand, and once again his body felt horrible pain; however, this time Rudy refused to lay down.  Instead he thought of Amy, and somehow he found the strength to take a step.

One slow step at a time, Rudy followed, the snow-mobile tracks that led to Amy.

***

The watch on her arm, told Sky she had been following the trail for at least an hour.

She followed two paths simultaneously; one from a snow-mobile and the other left by Rudy’s bloody paw prints.  She noticed, the farther they went, the bloodier they were.

Sky wiped away the tears, that ran down her face.  She knew Rudy was losing too much blood, and so, she braced herself, for the body, she knew she would soon find.

Sky pulled her hoodie snuggly over her head, but it did little to combat the gusts of cold wind.  The cold reminded her of the cool steel, pressed against the small of her back.  The gun’s coldness comforted her.

A month ago, she had purchased two revolvers, without Amy’s knowledge.   She didn’t tell Amy, because she knew, Amy frowned upon the idea of a gun in the house.

Sky hid one gun at home, within a box of her personal mementos, that sat upon the top shelf, of her bedroom closet.  She knew Amy would never look there.  The other gun, the one at the cabin, she had hid under the mattress, on her side of the bed.

Sky was a little less confident of that particular hiding place, but the cabin was small, with no closets.  She had pondered, somewhere in the kitchen, but Amy was the cook, and so, that option had been “shot down” from the get go.  In spite of the circumstances, Sky couldn’t help but smile at the corny pun.

Sky wrestled often with the guilt of keeping the secret from Amy; after all, it had been that very thing, that had almost ended their relationship, a few years ago.  Silently Sky thanked Rudy, because of him, Amy’s heart was softened, and so she had agreed to give Sky another chance.

Sky soothed her conscience, by telling herself, the guns were for Amy’s protection.  She just hoped, Amy would feel the same way when the truth came to light.  At the time, Sky felt she had no other choice, especially after Amy had been beaten, and almost raped.  Sky was willing to risk their relationship in order to save Amy’s life.

 Sky lifted one painful foot from the deep snow, and then the other.  Amy’s borrowed, and too-small boots, rubbed against the back of her feet, causing two large blisters to appear.  She grimaced with each step, but never slowed pace; her eyes fixed upon the tracks ahead of her.  Sky was determined to get to Amy.

“Hang on baby…I’m coming.”

Her words fell empty to the desolate forest surrounding her.

***

Amy’s body still ached, from hanging hours in a dark, cold cellar.  She sat on the couch thanking god for the blanket, and the heat radiating, from the fireplace before her.   Alone in the room, she wondered where he had gone, and when he would be back.  He, after tenderly wrapping her bloody ankles, had stood abruptly, and without a word, walked out the front door.  Like a flip of a switch, his demeanor had changed from gentle nurturer, to cold stranger.

Amy looked around the room.  The log walls of the cabin were chinked, with what had once been red clay.  Its hues had faded over time, it was cracked, and in some areas it was crumbled enough to let in the cold air from outside. The only window in the room was hid by a large piece of plywood, that had been nailed to the wall.  Amy counted the nail heads.  There were only four, one in each corner.  Amy felt confident, it given the opportunity, she would be able to prise it from the wall.  She studied the front door.  It was solid wood, with a brass door knob and it fastened by a set of brass deadbolts.  Just above the deadbolts, hung a heavy chain, about a foot long, and parallel on the door post beside,  hung another chain, with an open pad-lock, swinging from the last link.

The door suddenly opened, and her captor walked inside.  He shut the door quickly, but not quick enough to keep out a rush of cold air.  Amy watched as he locked both deadbolts, and then linked the heavy chains together and secured them with the padlock.

 He turned to see Amy watching, and he gave her his best smile.

“See Amy, we’re safe and sound.  Nothing can get in, and nothing can get out, without my permission.”

He covered the distance between them in three steps, pulled something from his hip pocket, and tossed it on her lap.

“Put these on.”

Amy looked at a white, cotton gown, picked it up, and handed it back to the man, towering over her.

“Where are my clothes?”  She asked defiantly.

He squatted in front of her, and slide both hands under the blanket to rest upon her bare knees.   Amy tried to pull away, but he squeezed her so tightly, she couldn’t move.  He leaned in to her until his face was only inches from hers.

“Are you referring to the filth you wore earlier today?” He said this through gritted teeth.

Amy almost opened her mouth to answer, but the evil in his eyes, warned her to keep her mouth shut.

“Amy…my dear sweet Amy…”  He laughed.

“I threw your whore rags into the fire place…”  Again he laughed.

“Are they keeping you warm….hmmm?”

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

***

…to be continued…


 

 

 

 

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Macabre Art-The Screamer

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Macabre Art Piece done by Lisa

Hello my Creepy Friends!  I sat up late last night working on this piece.  The original photograph I used for inspiration and template, (see below)  was a selfie taken of me goofing around after a substantial snowfall in New Hampshire.

My steps to creating this piece first began by making the photo black and white.   Then I opened it with the basic Paint program on my computer.  I started playing around with the color black by painting my hoodie to resemble a cloak.  Then I took the same black and darkened my eyes.  At this point it was pretty creepy.  Next I accentuated the wrinkles and lines in my face and did some shading around the eyes to create a gaunt appearance.  I decided to reshape the bone structure of my face with the hope of making it appear “skullish.” I did this by creating prominent cheek bones and narrowing the top of my head.  As I looked at my transitioning face, it reminded me of the Scream movies, so with that thought in mind I elongated my mouth and painted my tongue black.

I wanted to get rid of the background, so I opened the morphing face with an app called Phototastic Collage.  Using the “effects” and “light leaks” tools I came up with the screaming face above.  The face of course was still positioned in the middle.  At that point it looked good but something wasn’t quite right.  It was too centered and too symmetrical and not disturbing enough.  To rectify this, I dropped the face lower, wanting it to look as if it were peering at you from over the bottom of the frame.  I liked the outcome.  Lastly I named it and laid claim to it by signing my name at the bottom.

I hope it creeps you out as much as it does me!

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Selfie of me goofing around after a big snowfall.

 

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Macabre Art-Vampire Kitty

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Meet Jonesie!  Jonesie was our sweet rescue cat.  The beautiful tabby frequented the medical office where my wife use to work.  He would come around every day looking for a yummy bite to eat. After finding out he had no place to call his home, Corinne and I took the little rascal home to live with us.  We decided to name him Dr Jones because we love Harrison Ford in Indiana Jones and we found him at a “medical office”  …so “Dr” Jones seemed quite fitting. Eventually Dr Jones became Jonesie for short. In the photo above Jonesie was having a good roll after sunning under an autumn sun.  He was such a sweet fellow.  Unfortunately Jonesie has crossed the rainbow bring but we will never forget this handsome boy!

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Macabre Art #2: Dr Jones becomes Vampire Kitty

So this is the transformation of Dr Jones into “Vampire Kitty.”  I thought the original photo was quite interesting since his canine teeth were so prominent.  So using the photo as a template I created my Macabre Art piece number two.  I like to call it Vampire Kitty.  Dr Jones lives on!

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UFO’s in the Biblical Skies

There are quite a few Bible verses that seem to describe UFO’s.  Since today’s one word prompt is Sky…I thought it would be kind of fun to look in the scriptures to view the Biblical skies of long ago.

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Most of us are familiar with the television show Ancient Aliens.  Are they correct?  Has the Bible been warning us all along of alien life? When the British X-files are released what secrets will they tell?  Nasa’s chief scientist Ellen Stofan just recently said,  “I believe we are going to have strong indications of life beyond Earth in the next decade and definitive evidence in the next 10 to 20 years…”  Is this their way of preparing the public…their way of breaking it to us gently?  Maybe we’ll know soon…evidence seems to point in that direction.  Hang in there my creepy friends!  Things could be getting exciting very soon!

Possible UFO’s in the Biblical Skies?  Read the scriptures below and make your own decision.

Ezekiel 1:1-28 ESV 

In the thirtieth year, in the fourth month, on the fifth day of the month, as I was among the exiles by the Chebar canal, the heavens were opened, and I saw visions of God. On the fifth day of the month (it was the fifth year of the exile of King Jehoiachin), the word of the Lord came to Ezekiel the priest, the son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the Chebar canal, and the hand of the Lord was upon him there. As I looked, behold, a stormy wind came out of the north, and a great cloud, with brightness around it, and fire flashing forth continually, and in the midst of the fire, as it were gleaming metal. And from the midst of it came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance: they had a human likeness, …

Zechariah 5:1-2 ESV 

Again I lifted my eyes and saw, and behold, a flying scroll! And he said to me, “What do you see?” I answered, “I see a flying scroll. Its length is twenty cubits, and its width ten cubits.”

2 Kings 2:11 ESV 

And as they still went on and talked, behold, chariots of fire and horses of fire separated the two of them. And Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.

Genesis 6:4 ESV 

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown.

Ezekiel 10:9-11 ESV 

And I looked, and behold, there were four wheels beside the cherubim, one beside each cherub, and the appearance of the wheels was like sparkling beryl. And as for their appearance, the four had the same likeness, as if a wheel were within a wheel. When they went, they went in any of their four directions without turning as they went, but in whatever direction the front wheel faced, the others followed without turning as they went.

2 Samuel 22:8-16 ESV 

“Then the earth reeled and rocked; the foundations of the heavens trembled and quaked, because he was angry. Smoke went up from his nostrils, and devouring fire from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him. He bowed the heavens and came down; thick darkness was under his feet. He rode on a cherub and flew; he was seen on the wings of the wind. He made darkness around him his canopy, thick clouds, a gathering of water. …

Ezekiel 10:15-18 ESV 

And the cherubim mounted up. These were the living creatures that I saw by the Chebar canal. And when the cherubim went, the wheels went beside them. And when the cherubim lifted up their wings to mount up from the earth, the wheels did not turn from beside them. When they stood still, these stood still, and when they mounted up, these mounted up with them, for the spirit of the living creatures was in them. Then the glory of the Lord went out from the threshold of the house, and stood over the cherubim.

Ezekiel 1:16 ESV 

As for the appearance of the wheels and their construction: their appearance was like the gleaming of beryl. And the four had the same likeness, their appearance and construction being as it were a wheel within a wheel.

Daniel 7:13 ESV 

“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.

Isaiah 66:15 ESV 

“For behold, the Lord will come in fire, and his chariots like the whirlwind, to render his anger in fury, and his rebuke with flames of fire.

Daniel 7:9 ESV 

“As I looked, thrones were placed, and the Ancient of Days took his seat; his clothing was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames; its wheels were burning fire.

Ezekiel 10:1 ESV 

Then I looked, and behold, on the expanse that was over the heads of the cherubim there appeared above them something like a sapphire, in appearance like a throne.

Joel 2:30 ESV 

“And I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and columns of smoke.

Psalm 18:10-14 ESV 

He rode on a cherub and flew;
    he came swiftly on the wings of the wind.
 He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him,
    thick clouds dark with water.

Out of the brightness before him
    hailstones and coals of fire broke through his clouds.

 The Lord also thundered in the heavens,
    and the Most High uttered his voice,
    hailstones and coals of fire.
 And he sent out his arrows and scattered them;
    he flashed forth lightnings and routed them.

Until Next Time…Stay Creepy My Friends!

 

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In participation of today’s one word prompt:  Sky

 

The Angry Entity

The following is my participation in “One-Word-Prompt” and “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.”  (175 word count; photo compliments of Barbara Taylor)

 

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Nye stared at the apartment where “it” had happened.  He was thankful for the body of water between; but the barrier did little to quell his fear.  Slowly he let his mind replay the events of that night.

The moment he emptied the last box, the clock struck midnight, and then a knock at the door.

“Strange…” he mused.  Curious, he opened the door…nothing.

“Even stranger…”  he said aloud.

Two minutes passed…another knock.   Again, nothing.

This repeated twice more.  Nye, finally threw the door open and yelled,

“Stop knocking or come the hell in!”

It came inside.

Immediately, he felt the evil entity.   Nye ran for the door, but the door closed and the lock turned.  A window opened and he felt himself being pulled towards it.  Horrified he watched as  five bloody claw marks ripped each arm.  Each time he resisted the jagged gashes grew deeper.

Screaming, he passed out.

Hours later, paramedics lifted Nye into the ambulance.    Nye overheard one say  “Poor bastard, probably threw the razor-blade out the window.

***

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(Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story from a single photograph.  The challenge:  It must be a complete story and word count cannot be over 175)

Haunted Circus

maxresdefaultCircus Circus was built-in 1968.  Unfortunately the owner, Jay Sarno, failed to build an accommodating hotel and so there was very little incentive to lure in high rollers.  As a result the casino quickly fell into financial trouble.    Sarno, tried to rectify his mistake by borrowing an extra 23 million dollars, however, the loan came with ties to the Chicago mob.  This mob-related endeavor built the hotel but it also put Sarno within the cross-hairs of the authorities.  Sarno, wracked with fear, finally sold his casino/hotel in 1974.  Since then Circus Circus has undergone many expansions and today it as recognized as one of the most iconic casinos in Las Vegas.

Be that as it may, if you find yourself in Vegas and are so inclined to stay at Circus Circus you would be wise to stay far away from certain rooms.   Loud cries for help and screams of bloody murder are often heard coming from rooms 123, 230, 576, and 203.  Many through the years have fallen from their room window to their deaths below.  The lady in room 123, shot out the brains of her son before turning the gun upon herself.  Of course she and her son are said to haunt the room and walk the hallways.

So tourist, beware…

Stay Creepy My Friends!

Haunted Circus is in participation with today’s prompt circus.

(From http://paranormalistics.blogspot.com/:  Las Vegas – Circus Circus – loud cries for help are herd in the poker rooms and also rooms 123 230 576 and 203 in the bathroom at night you here the words help me and screaming bloody murder that they want help also a 76 year old man that worked there for 20 years claims that 3 people were killed in the kitchen on the same night  and the lady in room 123 shoot her and her little boys brains out and ever since then the little boy and his mom haunts the place looking for there husband/dad and anyone with same name as Robert and has black hair gets murdered and hung from the ceiling)

Siren’s Song

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Max’s stare was blank but his body was filled with longing.  Her song was the epitome of desire.  In all of his 50 years, Max had never heard anything to compare.

The first time it had happened, Max had been suffering from insomnia.  Sleep, always his distant friend, remained aloof long into the witching hours, and so, out of utter boredom, he had done the unthinkable…. he had walked barefoot to an empty dock, boarded his Irish Lady and taken her out into the calm sea waters.  Max knew sailing alone, especially in the dead of night, wasn’t the smartest thing to do; however a stifling loneliness prodded him to  curse all warnings and tuck them away into the deepest recess of his mind.

At first, all was quiet, save for  the wind’s gentle tug on the mainsail and the small waves kissing the sides of the Irish Lady.  With the waters so calm, Max relaxed by the rudder and enjoyed his cigar without interruption.  Nearing the end of the smoke another sound began to mingle among the wind and waves.  The mé·nage à trois slowly married and became  a sweet seductress caressing and whispering within his ear.

At first, Max wondered if another boat was near, but a quick 360 proved that he and his Irish Lady were the only ones upon the water.  As the song grew louder, he relaxed and was eventually enveloped within the soprano’s beautiful serenade.  The woman’s voice was soft and gentle and even though Max knew it to be strange he felt no fear, only a peaceful sense of longing.

“Strange…” he whispered, “so…so strange.”

The Siren’s song warmed him and put him in a blank trance  until it slowly left as it had come, leaving only the sounds of the wind and waves.  Max had stayed out another hour hoping to hear her voice again but it never came.  Disappointed he turned his Irish Lady and went home.  The moonlight sail proved cathartic, for he had slept like a baby once he was home and under the covers of his bed.

Max went out every night for the rest of the week and sure enough he was rewarded with his sweet siren’s song.  Never, not even once, had he any inkling  to jump overboard into the arms of some beautiful bare breasted mermaid.  Just the opposite, he laughed, her voice had made him feel warm and completely safe.

Fearing he was losing his mind, Max had promised that each night would be the last, only to break the promise the following night.  And so, here he was, once again, sailing under the milky way awaiting the siren’s song.  With each night his desire to hear her grew until tonight it was a consuming fire begging to be quenched.  Minutes faded into hours with no sign of his siren.   Max, unwilling to give up, continued to sail the dark waters like a mad animal ravenous for his prey.  Finally it became obvious that his siren was not coming.     Utter loneliness squeezed his heart so hard it physically hurt, but he had  no other choice but to turn the Irish Lady and head back home.

Max went straight to bed but once again sleep was a stranger. He lay awake in his bed watching the breeze flutter the curtains of the open bedroom window.  He was filled with the fear that he’d never hear his siren again.

“Why hadn’t she come?” he whispered into the nothingness.

Faintly…ever so faintly a voice…her voice… like a whisper drifted through the open window.   His heart quickened, and  quickened all the more, when he realized her song was gradually getting louder. Finally she sang to him right outside his window and just as it had been upon the water her voice soothed him.

Entranced he lay there listening until her song came to an end..  At first he was afraid she had gone but then he heard her breathing and he knew she was still there.  He thought it impossible but her breath outside his window was sweeter than her song.  Gradually her whispers of breath became heavier and huskier until his siren sounded like a woman consumed with orgasmic pleasure.  Max filled with need and he wanted her to come inside and slip beneath the covers with him.  Somehow he knew she couldn’t come inside until he offered an invitation.

He was about to beckon, only to be interrupted by her moaning…

“…Max…I came for you, I came for you upon the waters, but I couldn’t find you.  My heart hurt… my soul cried, and my body ached for you… and so, I have come to you, Max…please…please bid me come in…”

Max, throbbing with the pain of desire, could wait no longer, said, “Come to me.”

The screen that separated her from his room began to tear slowly from top to bottom.   Max looked for her presence, but could see no one, only the slow rending of the screen. Once it  reached its decent a head flowing with long black hair slowly emerged.   Max strained to see her face, however, it was downcast so that her hair fell forward and long. The figure climbed through the window and then stood naked within the moon’s glow. Her long hair fell strategically to cover her breasts and cascaded over her body to hide everything but the perfect rounding of her hips and the length of her legs.  Standing like this she didn’t move and  Max wondered if he should go to her; however, as if she heard his thought, she began to slowly move toward him.  Once at the foot of the bed she stopped to stand silently, her hair, still covering her face, had parted just enough to expose the nipple and swell  of her left breast.  Feeling as if he could wait no longer, Max begged her to come to him.  Once the plea left his mouth she disappeared.  He presumed she had vanished until he felt the rustle of the sheets around his feet, and he knew she was about crawl underneath the covers. Slowly he felt her womanly body inch its way over his until she lay full upon him.  Her body was warm and soft and she eased her softness over his hardness until he was totally consumed within her flesh.    She began to slowly move upon him.and he thought he would die.  Consumed in desire he arched upward and ran his hands over her buttocks, up the small of her back, and ever upward until they held each side of her head. .  His fingers entangled within her hair and slowly he was able to push it up and over her face, and in that instant his siren let out a blood curdling scream.  Max opened his tightly closed eyes and saw a hideous hag writhing in pleasure above him.  Her mouth, unhinged hung long and low, and rocked side to side like a metronome.  Horrified he watched as her jaw stretched even longer so that he looked down the black bottomless pit of her throat.  Feeling the pull this dark abyss, Max  looked to his siren’s eyes to beg for mercy, but her bulbous eyes were even blacker than the pit and he knew they contained no mercy.  Unimaginable pain wracked his body as he felt himself shrivel to a liquid that poured down her throat.  The hag hungrily drank every portion of him until all that was left was damp spot upon sheets.

Slowly the hag’s sagging mouth closed and turned into lips the color of rose buds; and her black eyes grayed and morphed  until they were the color of the Mediterranean Sea.  A beautiful naked women left Max’s bed, drifted through the torn screen and disappeared into the sea mist  that lay beyond.