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The Haunted Moon

Updated on March 23, 2014


Screams ripped the night as the moon shown through the window of a tiny two room loft cabin deep in the woods. Jumping up from her chair in the living-room, April ran to the window, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end, her eyes glazed and bewildered.

"Wow, did you hear that Jane?" she said from the window while peeking behind the curtains. "What was that?"

"Just the wind," Jame said lazily without hesitation. It often sounds like that at this time of the year."

"Why would it sound like that? I know what I heard, and I heard screams outside."

"it didn't sound like a scream to me April. I think it was your imagination playing tricks on you again."

"Why do you always patronize me?"

"Growing up on a farm far from civilization with no one to talk to about what is real and what is not, gave you quite the imagination. Reading about murders and watching too many horror flicks didn't help either."

"I might have quite the imagination and have kept to myself all these years but growing up on a farm or reading too many mysteries has nothing to do with what I hear and what I don't." April whined.

"You know you have always had a problem with a vivid imagination. Remember the last time you thought you saw a dead person and when investigated it turned out to be a false alarm because the body was gone when the police got down there. You looked pretty stupid then, too."

"I don't know where you get off telling me what I heard or did not hear. Who died and made you queen of the night?"

"Well, if you must know, April, it was your dad when he died. I am the oldest in this family, you know. And I was put in charge of you while your uncle is off hunting."

"Well you might be older but I know what I heard and I heard screams. Who else lives close to here? Maybe we should go help?"

"What? Are you insane? There is no one out there and even if there were what are you going to do about it? It would be stupid to let a stranger in the house because we don''t know if they are the stalker or the victim. If someone comes knocking, you are not to open that door."

"Why not? They could be hurt?"

"Because I am the boss. Besides, my dad would kill me if anything happened to you or to me."

Plopping herself down on the couch April said with a sigh, "is there anything on TV tonight? What do you want to do? Heard any gossip lately?"

"Boy, your old man was right about you."

"What are you talking about?, April said.

"You are annoying and too curious for your own good. Now shut up and watch TV. I'm going to take a shower and relax and I don't want to hear anything more about you hearing screams."

As Jane left the room, April went down the list of programs with the controller till she found something she wanted to watch. As she sat there she tried to get the sounds out of her head. Distraction is what I need, she said to herself. Maybe Janie is right. Sometimes my imagination gets the better of me. If I don't knock it off, I won't be able to sleep.

Minutes turned into hours and before she knew it, April was fast asleep on the couch. The phone rang and bolting upright, she answered the phone. "Hello", she said sleepily and a little shaken, her heart beating in her chest. "How can I help you?"

"Are you alone in the house?" the caller said in a deep voice.

"What?" she said as if she had not heard him.

"Are you alone in the house?" the caller repeated in a deep voice.

"No, my cousin is in the next room. She'll be here in a minute", she lied.

"No she isn't", the caller said. "Guess again."

"She is too." April said as she took the portable phone into the bathroom where Jane was supposed to be taking a shower. "She is right. . . " April paused as she realized that the caller was right. Jane was not in the house.

"What do you want?, she asked the caller on the phone. "My uncle will be home any minute. Do you want to talk to him when he gets home?"

"No, I want to talk to you. What are you wearing? I bet you look cute in those pajamas and bright yellow slippers with the monkeys on them. Can you come out to play?"

"No!" she screamed into the phone. "Where is my cousin?"

"Your cousin left a few minutes ago. You can come outside to check if you want."


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