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Don't Open the Door...Chapter 2

Updated on September 5, 2011

The chill in the air was far cooler than what it should have been in mid-September. Derek knew it was not about the time of year nor was it the darkness that had descended on them so quickly. He wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed his shoulders, trying to ward off some of the coldness that he felt. It did little good. He looked at Sarina as she moved closer to him.

"It is here, Derek. We did not beat the clock once again. Now, we will have to face the fear again and pray that we survive another night."

"Sarina, the only way for us to fight this thing, to actually win the battle, is to make me remember everything. We know what we saw that day and yet you, you were not effected in the same way I was. Why?"

"I did not touch it like you did, Derek. I asked you not to. I pleaded with you that day to just slam it shut and walk away. You did neither and so now, here we are, 20 years later, trying to close that door you left open."

Derek held on to Sarina tight. He could feel her trembling as he kissed her and silently wished it would all go away. A wish he knew would not ever come true without help.

"Take me back again, Love. Make me remember as only you can. Do it before it comes again."

Sarina placed her hands on Derek's face. She kissed him slowly and watched him close his eyes. She knew he was ready to go back again.

"The night was nearly on us. We played hide and go seek with the kids from the neighboring farm. Remember that Derek?" He nodded his head in affirmation of the past. "We needed a place to hide, somewhere that no one would find us. You saw the shed and ran towards it."

Suddenly, Derek was there, standing in front of the old shed, looking at the door. He smiled back at Sarina, such a pretty ten year old girl and so full of life. He could see the fear in her eyes as he pulled her nearer to the shed.

"Grandma said it was private and very dangerous for us. Let's find some place else to hide."

"No, no, it will be alright. I am sure that the warning is just to keep us from snooping. We won't stay inside any longer than we need to. As soon as we can get to base, we will run as fast as we can."

"No Derek, we are not allowed to go inside."

"Sh-h-h-h-h-h, It is o.k., I promise you."

Derek remembered taking the door handle in his hand. He had turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open. His eyes became fixated on what he saw when the door was opened. He could hear himself screaming loudly. He could feel the cold from inside the shed, pouring out and chilling his body. "It" moved with lightening speed. The swipe was so quick, Derek barely felt it. He could hear Sarina screaming for him to close the door. He reached up and touched his cheek. Staring into his palm, the blood looking more like thick chocolate pudding than blood. There was enough to cover his entire hand.

"Please, please Derek, close the door! There is something evil inside the shed! Close it before it kills us!"

"I want to know what it is, Sarina! I will close the door as soon as I get a look at it. It is just an animal of some sort. Don't know why Grammie is keep..."

Derek's words were cut short by the sound he heard. The low growl was becoming a voice. Derek and Sarina looked at one another as the voice grew louder in the darkness. "I can smell you, child. Like a Rose or a honey-suckle, only sweeter." The voice was unlike any the two had ever heard before. It resonated through out their heads and made Sarina so frightened she had wet herself. "Step aside Boy and let me nearer the girl! I need you, boy, simply to open the door wider! Do it, Now!!!"

"What are you??? Why did Grammie lock you up in here?" Derek could hear what ever was inside the shed inhale long and deep. A sound came from the darkness that was more of pleasure than anger.

"Just a little wider and you will know what I am. Come now, Derek... do not make me hurt you more."

Just as Derek moved to pull the door open more, Sarina screamed behind him. The scream was a mix of pain and total fear. It reminded Derek of the sound his rabbit made when an owl had swooped down from a tree one evening and snatched it from the ground. Derek watched as the owl carried the rabbit to a tree branch and began to eat it before the rabbit was even dead. The sound was so horrible and now, the same sound was being made by the girl he loved.

"I can see what it is, Derek! Please listen to me, I am begging you! Don't open the door!!!!!!!"

In the dark of the room where Derek and Sarina stood, the windows began to shake. Derek could feel himself being pulled back in to the present, the smell of cigarette smoke thick in the air. Sarina was staring at him. She touched the dried blood on his face. Using her own tears, she washed away what blood she could from his cheek.

"Please tell me you did not open the door again. Tell me you closed it for good this time, Derek."

"He did not, child," was the answer she received, but it was not Derek that answered her. "He left it open again and though the night will end soon, I will be back. To bad Derek didn't see what you saw that day. Perhaps he would have closed the door for good. You really should tell him of us or maybe, I should tell him just before he dies."

Sarina tried to breath in a breath of air but her heart was pounding so hard, she could barely manage to keep herself from passing out. She knew if she did that Derek would be gone forever.

"Why can't you leave us alone?!?!? Haven't we suffered long enough? Derek never even saw you. He is no threat to your existence. Only I know what you really are."

"He is nothing more than a snack to me, Sarina. You are how-ever, my ticket to freedom." The voice grew louder and the room began to shake. I will have you both soon. Ah-h-h-h-h-h, how deliciously wonderful that will be. M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m..."

Sarina felt her clothing become wet. The fear was more than she could control for the second time in her life. She stood in front of Derek... and cried.

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    • QudsiaP1 profile image

      QudsiaP1 

      7 years ago

      Any time Darrel. No problem at all. :)

    • Dday50627 profile imageAUTHOR

      Darrel Day 

      7 years ago from Iowa

      QudsiaP! it did help and I thank you so very much for taking a lot of your own time and showing me how to Link here. I will be doing this with all of my stories. Thank you very much. Always, Darrel

      Thank you Femme for reading this story. I hope that you enjoy it all. Darrel

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      femmeflashpoint 

      7 years ago

      My mistake! I came across this part of the story, but hadn't seen your profile page yet to find the rest of it. Now I can happily continue reading! :D

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      femmeflashpoint 

      7 years ago

      Very good! So ... what happens next?

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      QudsiaP1 

      7 years ago

      I have published a hub on how you can add links. I hope it helps you Darrel.

      http://qudsiap1.hubpages.com/hub/How-to-add-links-...

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      QudsiaP1 

      7 years ago

      Darrel, right now I am specially writing a hub with pictures specially for your better understanding. I will let you know the second I publish it.

    • Dday50627 profile imageAUTHOR

      Darrel Day 

      7 years ago from Iowa

      Thank you again, very much for the read, Mar. It means a lot to me.

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      Maria Jordan 

      7 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

      This is getting truly "spooktacular", Darrel-- a riveting read that I voted UP & AB, mar.

    • Dday50627 profile imageAUTHOR

      Darrel Day 

      7 years ago from Iowa

      qudsia... I in no way will ever be offended by the pointing out of typos. It is through readers such as you that I grow and learn and I too want my writing to be the best it can be. Thank you again for your comments. they are powerful to me. I dont not know how to link them together teach me so I learn. Thank you.

    • QudsiaP1 profile image

      QudsiaP1 

      7 years ago

      Again Darrel, now this is what is pure talent; for you to keep each of us engrossed the entire time in search of answers for the mystery you have created. You have done a wonderful job displaying the curiosity of a young boy.

      Moving on to part 3, p.s: part 1 and 2 have a few typos. I hope you don't mind that I pointed it out. I simply want you to correct them because in my mind I just fell in love with this story.

    • Dday50627 profile imageAUTHOR

      Darrel Day 

      7 years ago from Iowa

      thank you for reading this.

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      angelace 

      7 years ago

      good one

    • Dday50627 profile imageAUTHOR

      Darrel Day 

      7 years ago from Iowa

      Thank you so much for reading and continueing with me. I enjoy sharing these stories as they start with you. Thank you again... Always, Darrel

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      Ladysnowtiger 

      7 years ago

      Very good. Love the suspection this holds.

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      fatgrammy 

      7 years ago from North Carolina

      Wow, so glad you found some extra time in your busy life to keep this going. As usual very good and I can't wait for the next chapter. Bravo

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      Becky Katz 

      7 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Terrifying. Why doesn't he shut the door?

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