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Walking Shoes... chapter 6

Updated on August 12, 2011

July 5th,1936... nightfall in the pouring rain. The ground was flooded with mud and deep puddles that had filled quickly. Lightening pierced the clouds, lighting the ground like a giant beacon. The lights flickered in the old house and thenwith a loud Crack and fierce bolt of lightening that went from cloud to ground, the old house went dark. Eliza searched frantically for the shoes. She knew she had put them in the cubby. Joshua had to have taken them. The old shoes would have to work. The screams from downstairs had ceased. Only the sound of windows being shattered from the storm remained in the house.

"When you hear me scream, you run, Eliza. You run and don't stop until you find help!"

Ms. Lance was going to sacrifice herself to save Eliza. Perhaps she wasn't a mean lady after-all. She heard the screams and she ran. The house was dark and she would wait until the lightening lit the house and then she would run more. She could hear him now. He knew she was downstairs. Her little heart was pounding in her chest. She had never been so scared in her life.

"I am going to find you, little girl! Run all you want but I am going to find you and then you and I will get acquainted!" His laughter filled the house and scared Eliza more than any storm outside. "I have your new shoes in my hand. I took them from Joshua before I killed him. Poor little guy. I think he wanted to save you!"

"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you so mean?!?"

"I want you for my own. You and I will stay together for a long time. Just stop running or I will have to kill you too. Such a waste that would be, little girl."

"I would never stay with you! I hate you. You are a very bad man."

"Then I guess we will only be together once. Too bad for you."

Eliza pushed the front door open. She ran as fast as she could. her bare feet were sliced open by gravel and rocks. She cried out in pain as she tried to make it to the end of the drive-way. She could hear him running behind her. Suddenly, she tripped over something lieing in the drive-way. The gravel torn her dress and split her knees open. Blood ran from her knees and the water she laid in turned red. Eliza looked back to see what she had tripped on. She screamed as she looked into the wide open eyes of Ms. Lance. Suddenly, a form rose from the body. Ms. Lance stood in front of her.

"I will not let him violate you, little Eliza. You must trust me."

"What are you? How can you be here when you are dead?"

"Shhh, child, he will hear you. Just do as I say. When he reaches you, take the shoes from him. No matter what he does, Place the shoes on your feet. I can only be here for a little while. When it is done, we can all go to rest forever."

"Ms. Lance, I don't want to die. Please don't let him kill me."

Ms. Lance hugged Eliza and then gently kissed her forehead. "I am sorry, child, I can not change that part. You are going to die tonight and then you will return to the attic. After that, we will go to see your mom and dad. I love you, Eliza, and I know now it wasn't your fault. Please don't cry, child. I am with you."

"I am so scared, Ms. Lance. I can't stop crying! Please help me!"

"Shhhh, I know you are scared. I was scared too when he came for me, but you must be brave. It will be over quickly, I will see to that."

She felt his hand on her arm. He turned her around and smiled a haunting smile. His breath was rank and smelled of alcohol. His eyes were wide and looked frightening to her.

"I gotcha now, you little imp! Now we are going to play house. You are the mommy and I am daddy. He ripped her dress from her little body. Eliza kicked at him and screamed. She scratched his face from his eye to his chin. The old man yelled out and grabbed where she had scratched him. Eliza saw the shoes fall from his hand.

She quickly grabbed them and sat in the puddle she stood in. Slipping them on, she felt his hands wrap around her tiny waste. "Why am I doing this, you asked?!? Because sometimes, people are just bad and I... am just a bad man."

"Why did you have to kill them all?!?"

"I killed them because they got in my way. See, Eliza, nothing special, no big secret... I just wanted You!"

As she stood, her new shoes tightly gripping her tiny shoes, She saw Ms. Lance appear again. She could see her smiling at her. Her voice came through loud and clear.

"It will only be a moment, Eliza. Be brave for me this time so we can all go home."

The old man felt a tug at his shirt. He slapped at it and then slapped Eliza, knocking her to the ground. As he knelt in front of her body, shedding what clothing she had left on, he felt a tug again. Turning to see what it was, the old man screamed. He looked at Ms. Lance, her face filled with anger and pushed his legs down to hold Eliza. He pulled a long knife from his jacket.

"What-ever you are, I will kill you too. Then I will finish with the little girl!"

He felt his body lifted from the ground. He jerked as electricity flowed through him. He heard the voice of Ms. Lance.

"No you won't kill me... you already did that! Now It is my turn..."

chapter 6

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      Linda H 6 years ago

      This story just keeps getting better with each chapter. So different from what I used to reading and I must say this is great as usual.

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      Karen A Szklany 6 years ago from New England

      Great job again, Dday. :0) Very descriptive...great scene and mood setting...can't wait to read more!

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      Darrel Day 6 years ago from Iowa

      Thank you for the wonderful compliment. I think the "trick" is not knowing myself what is coming next. I guess we will All know in about 1/2 an hour ;) Thank you for reading.

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      Paradise7 6 years ago from Upstate New York

      The story is developing...we are getting a few of the answers we've been waiting really know the trick of cliffhanging your stories, again and again.

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      Darrel Day 6 years ago from Iowa

      More is on it's way, Becky. Thank you for the support.

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      Becky 6 years ago

      I want more. This was so good.

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      Darrel Day 6 years ago from Iowa

      Thank you so much for always reading and supporting me. As for new novels, I will have novels six and seven in print in about a week I am hoping. The new novels will be a selection of 4 short stories in each one. I think they will be popular and snatched up in a hurry. They will be available on both Kindle and Nook and as always, they will be in print and availaible for signed novels directly from me.

      Thank you again for always supporting.

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      fatgrammy 6 years ago from North Carolina

      Great job! You turned this out without the details which should satisfy all. I think the way you did it was excellent and as usual you always leave me hanging wanting more! When will your next book be available do you think? I have read all your work and am so looking forward to another novel. Hope you have something up your sleeve. Great job as usual.