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Higher Beings (2)

By: TWO

Page 1, The second instalation of my soon-to-be-published novel.

(chapter four) {Saturday}

I had another dream that night, I don’t know what was supposed to be happening. I couldn’t see anything, everything was so dark. I couldn’t move my arms or legs, like my limbs were bound, tied down to the ground. I struggled to free myself but the tethers flatly refused to give away. It was very cold, my body ached all over. I was shivering. Suddenly, something in the darkness moved. Out of the dark came a pink fleshy hand that reached for me and touched the side of my face. When it touched me, I felt warm and I didn’t feel the aches and pains that I did previously. The tethers broke and I was free. I didn’t get up though. I woke up. I laid in bed a bit more and tried to go back to sleep. I eventually got sick of doing nothing and got up. I went downstairs and got breakfast. Then I watched the news. Having antennae TV made the news just about the most interesting thing to watch. There was a story of the Red Leaf building being attacked by some homeless people with pistols. They killed three men and stole multiple automatic weapons from the armory.

“Wow.”

I said aloud to myself. I wondered what a bunch of homeless men would do with automatic guns. Mr. and Mrs. Oberlin came out of their bedroom and joined me. We watched the television for a little while longer. Then there was a knock at the door. Mr. Oberlin answered it. I heard Jezzabel on the other side of the door.

“Hey, is Wayne home?”

“Yeah, he’s right here. Wayne!”

Mr. Oberlin replied and called my name. I got up and went to the door beside Mr. Oberlin.

“Wayne, is this that little friend of yours you’ve been spending so much time with?”

Mr. Oberlin asked. I nodded.

“Pleased to meet you Mr.-… What’s your last name?”

Jezzabel said and shook hands with Mr. Oberlin.

“I’m Mr. Oberlin, Wayne’s father.”

He explained.

“Nice to meet you.-”

Jezzabel said sweetly.

“-I was just wondering if Wayne had some time on his hands.”

“Well, as far as I know, he has all the time in the world.”

said Mr. Oberlin. Jezzabel looked at me pleadingly.

“Yeah, I got time. Let me change clothes first.”

I said. I went to my room, put on some clean clothes, then went outside to meet Jezzabel. Jezzabel was waiting for me on the sidewalk.

“Hey, what’s up?”

I started.

“Not much. Just… Stuff.”

“Just the sky?”

“Yup.”

I could hear a plane flying over head. I looked up at it and immediately identified it as a Cessna 182.

“Hey, look, a Cessna.”

Jezzabel giggled a little bit and murmured,

“Haven’t changed a bit.”

to herself just loud enough for me to hear.

“What was that?”

I asked.

“Oh, nothing… You like planes?”

“Yeah, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to fly one.”

She sighed a long sigh, not a bad sigh, more like a glad sigh. The kind of sigh you make when you look back on good memories.

“Which one’s you favorite?”

She asked.

“The F4U Corsair.”

“What’s that one like?”

“It’s an old World War two plane. Probably the best plane America had, next to the P-61.”

“Really? What’s a P-61?”

“The P-61 was THE MOST badass plane on the planet in the nineteen forties. It had two prop engines, twin boom fuselage, and it was the first aircraft incorporated with a radar.”

“Sounds cool.”

“It is the awesome-est plane you can possibly lay your eyes on.”

“I think I could see somebody like you being a pilot. Do you think you’ll ever fly a P-61?”

“If I do, I’ll be the luckiest pilot in the world. There’re only four of them left, and three of ‘em are incapable of flight.”

“What happened to all of them?”

“Well, when World War two ended, they built bigger and better planes and didn’t need the P-61s anymore so they just used them for scrap parts.”

“Oh…… So, do you know anything about planes from World War One?”

I had to think for a second.

“I only know of a couple. The Bi-plane, Tri-plane, the Pup, The Camel, and the Curtis Jenny.”

I named all the planes I could recall. I never paid much attention to the planes of World War One because they were not used as much as the planes in World War Two. In World War One, planes were not used very often because they were very unreliable and easily damaged, and so an Air force was not a great determining factor in the outcome of a war.

“The Pup, Tell me about that one.”

“Uhh, I think.. It was used by the English air force, but it wasn’t very reliable and it was easy to shoot down so, later, it was replaced with the Camel.”

“Hmm… That’s interesting.”

“Yeah… I’ve always found the World Wars interesting.”

“They are.”

There was a long silence between us.

“Okay, so do you have anything planned for the day?”

I asked.

“I don’t. I was hoping you did.”

“Well, sorry. I don’t.”

“Hmm… How about we just go find someplace to sit back and relax and talk a little bit?”

Jezzabel suggested.

“Okay.”

I said. Jezzabel led me across town to the park.

“What other planes were used in the World Wars?”

She asked as we walked.

“There were tons of other planes. I couldn’t possibly name them all.”

“Well then, just name the ones you like most.”

“There are too many of those to name in one day.”

“Heh heh heh..... Have you ever heard of a P-51?”

“Yeah. That one was a nice one.”

As we walked, she asked me lots of questions about different war planes. She seemed to take joy in listening to me answer her endless array of questions. We arrived at the park and she found a nice picnic table under a tree. That’s where we rested.

“What are ailerons?”

Jezzabel asked after I had mentioned them while answering her previous question.

“Ailerons are the flaps on a plane’s wings that make it roll.”

I said, drawing a circle in the air with my finger.

“That’s interesting. Have you ever flown a plane?”

“No, but I plan on doing so, soon.”

“Hmm…”

It was quiet for a moment.

“What about you? What do you want to do for a career?”

I started.

“I always wanted to be a biologist. A botanist to be exact.”

Jezzabel replied.

“A botanist? That’s a plant scientist, right?”

“Yeah, they study plant life.”

“Tell me a little about that.”

“Uhm, okay… Like what?”

I thought about what I should say for a second.

“Well, what’s your favorite plant?”

It was such a weird question when I said it out loud.

“Well, I’ve always liked the carnivorous plants best.”

“You mean like the ones that eat flies and stuff?”

“Yeah. But not all of them eat flies, some of them eat fish.”

“Fish? How does that work?”

“Well, it’s this kinda bottle shaped bud that has these really sensitive hairs on it and it’s usually deflated and flat, but when the hairs detect movement of some kind, like when a fish or something gets close to it, it inflates itself and sucks up whatever was bothering it.”

“Cool. What kind of plant is that?”

“It’s called a bladderwort.”

“That’s a funny name. Bladderwort.”

I said it slow with a lot of emphasis on syllables. She giggled and then continued to tell me a whole lot of stuff about different plants. For instance, the traps on venus flytraps can only catch two flies before falling off of the plant and dying. Interesting fact. We shared our interests again and again until we had nothing more to talk about. When we ran out of things to talk about, we decided to just walk around the park and see what was happening. We roamed all over the park. We saw some children all gathered around a tree. I asked what they were doing and they said that their ball was stuck in the tree. I looked up and could see a little red kickball stuck in a fork in a branch that reached far away from the tree. I was feeling a little kind that day. Actually I was just trying to show off for Jezzabel, so scaled the tree trunk in order to get it down for the children. I was inching my way down the long branch that the ball rested on. Struggling to keep my feet on top of the round and oddly slippery limb while grabbing onto nearby branches to keep my balance. I was nearly there when Jezzabel leaped into the air and hung on the limb where the ball was stuck. She took the ball from the fork in the branch and dropped back down to the ground. I was astonished. I jumped out of the tree, my legs slipped out from under me, and I landed on my butt.

“Ow!… You should be gymnast.”

I told Jezzabel.

“I dabble.”

She said and gave the kickball back to the children.

“What, are you kidding me? That was amazing!”

I said.

“Well, thank you.”

Jezzabel had just jumped SEVEN FEET into the air, it was pretty amazing. She helped me to my feet and we went on with our stroll. When we had seen all there was to see, we sat down at the same table as we did before.

“Now what?”

I asked out of boredom.

“Well…-“

Jezzabel groaned while checking the time on her phone.

“-Ugh, I need to go now.”

“Oh. Okay. Was I wasting your time?”

“Oh, no, not at all. I enjoyed it.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

She said before going her separate way. I enjoyed it too, I liked the time I spent with her doing things of that sort. I sat at that table for a few minutes before walking home. I walked passed the alley without disturbance. I got home and went inside to meet Mr. and Mrs. Oberlin. It was about time for lunch and so I just sat down on the sofa with Mr. Oberlin and watched the news. We liked to watch the news a lot, mostly because there wasn’t much else to watch. I watched the news for a little bit before going to my room, I played a flight simulator and read a few things about insects out of an encyclopedia that I had. I liked all kinds of animals but I was particularly interested in insects. I sat in my room reading about an insect called the assassin bug and wondered what Jezzabel thought about entomology. Then Ally pounced on something that rolled across the floor. I looked down, Ally had found a pecan on the floor, I looked at my window, it had been left open. There was a big pecan tree just outside my window, it had been there ever since I could remember, some of the pecans must have fallen in. I got up to shut the window. I know I said it was circular, but it had a rectangular section in the center that could be opened, it was just big enough that someone could crawl through it. I know it’s probably the strangest window ever made. Before I could get to the window to shut it a hand stretched out from the other side and gently closed the window. My mouth hung open and I felt cold all over. Someone had been in my room. I grabbed a baseball bat I had laying on the floor of my room and ran down the stairs.

“Someone broke into our house!”

I yelled and then went outside, I looked around my yard franticly trying to find whoever had snuck into my house, I don’t know what I would have done to them, but I know what Mr. Oberlin would have done. He came hobbling outside as fast as he could with a shot gun, he looked around ready to pump lead into somebody. I saw the back of someone run just out of sight behind the house next to us, I ran down the street after them. I could see someone running away much further ahead of me, they were so far ahead of me I couldn’t see who it was. I thought it was Randy or some other punk, still I chased them, they turned and went into the alley between the two large apartment buildings where the suburbs ended and the large buildings of downtown Filger began. When I got there and realized where they had fled to, I froze. I looked at the alley timidly. Something had grabbed me in that same alley, it might not have been much contact but something about that place gave me a sense of immense danger. The stranger stuck their hand out from behind the building and motioned for me to come to them with one finger. I went from being the guy with a baseball bat, ready to kill someone to the, gutless and harmless softie I really was. The dreams ran through my head, in one of them I was dying. That’s what disturbed me, I felt like if I went in there, I would die, because of that dream. The stranger motioned for me again. My feet felt like they were made out of lead, I managed to take a few more steps toward the alley, but then I felt Mr. Oberlin’s hand on my shoulder, I turned and looked at him.

“It’s okay, son. We scared ‘em off.”

He didn’t have his gun anymore, he walked me back home. I looked over my shoulder at the alley, nothing happened. We went home. I was scared out of my wits, I felt that something unearthly was in that alley, and it wanted to hurt me for some reason.

“What could it possibly want with me?”

I was shivering from fear, my own house wasn’t safe anymore. I got inside and ran up to my room to make sure nothing was missing, but I found something much worse. I rummaged through my stuff making sure everything was there. None of my CDs were gone, all of my movies and stuff were still there, then I looked at the wall just over my bed, and my eyes grew wide.

“Oh my God!”

On the wall over my bed was a pentagram. It was drawn in blood.

“Oh my GOD!”

Mr. and Mrs. Oberlin came upstairs to see what was wrong. When they saw it, they said the same thing as I did.

“Oh my God!”

We stared at it for half a minute. I was horrified, this kind of fear wasn’t the kind of fear you get when you watch a scary movie when you’re five, it was not the normal kind of fear, it was much worse, it was the kind of fear that immobilizes you, it slows your ability to think, it holds onto you tight and doesn’t let go. It’s the kind of fear you feel when your life is at stake. I was terrified for a very long time after seeing that horrible, symbol. I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, I was just so scared I became sick because of fear, I probably spent thirty minutes in there. I don’t know what Mr. Oberlin was doing but Mrs. Oberlin was right beside me flushing the toilet between barfing spurts. I soon got to the point that I was dry heaving. When I was finally finished I was starving so I went downstairs to get something to eat and keep my strength up. As I walked by my room I saw Mr. Oberlin desperately trying to scrub the pentagram off of the wall with a mop and a bucket full of soapy water, it wasn’t coming off it was just getting slightly smeared, the basic shape was still there. I walked to the kitchen and got a bottle of water and a protein bar. When I was finished I was still very uneasy, my breathing was heavy and I was just so terrified I couldn’t pay any attention to what was happening around me, I was so caught up in worrying about myself. Mr. and Mrs. Oberlin had been talking this whole time but I was just so frightened I didn’t listen to them. I went and sat down on the living room couch, all the weird things that had happened were running through my head again and again. The alley when someone grabbed me, the dreams, the voice, and the most mind numbing, Jezzabel.

“Does she have something to do with this? If so why is she doing it? What’s happening? Who or what is she?-”

Her voice was the same disembodied voice that had been harassing me, this made me very suspicious of her. My mind was focused on her and the strange things happening everywhere, I kept asking myself the same questions, and I couldn’t come up with an answer. The pentagram was the worst yet, it got me to realize that these events weren’t just strange but they could have a purpose. Someone was trying to scare me. I was being targeted.

“-Could this have been a joke?”

I asked myself. I analyzed the situation carefully.

“-Or am I being stalked by some sort of unearthly beings?”

I thought.

“Ghosts? Demons? A satanic cult?”

Those theories seemed a little bit too much for the size of this ordeal.

“Someone’s just playing a cruel trick. But who would want to paint that on the wall in my room?”

I thought for a few seconds and then I was hit with an idea.

“I bet it’s Randy! That little bastard’s always bothering me!”

Ally jumped onto the sofa and licked my hand, knocking me out of my daze. I looked down at her, she looked at me as if she knew I was uneasy for some reason. Just then I decided to go take another look at it to make sure it was what I thought it was, I walked up the stairs and toward my room. Ally followed until I got to my bedroom, then she stopped just outside the light that projected out the door, supplied by the big circular window. I looked down at her, I was kind of surprised that she was scared, it reminded me of those paranormal documentaries on TV. They say animals have stronger reactions to the paranormal than humans. It made me think that this could actually be a supernatural event. I saw Mr. Oberlin still desperately trying to scrub the blood off of my wall, I walked up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder, he jumped when I did that.

“I think we should leave it.”

I told him.

“LEAVE IT?!”

He said, very scared.

“We can call the police, and they might be able to figure out who did it.”

“Your mother already called the police.”

“You don’t think this could be used as evidence?”

“Oh! I suppose so.”

He put down the mop. I took another look at the pentagram, he hadn’t managed to get any of it off the wall, it was almost untouched. I looked into the eyes of the goat, it gazed back. I couldn’t stand to look at it, it put an oppressive, revolting feeling in my stomach so I walked out of the room and back to the sofa. Mrs. Oberlin sat down beside me.

“Son, I called the police, they said they’ll be right over.”

She calmly told me.

“Okay.”

There was a knock at the door. She got up and walked to the door.

“Maybe that’s them.”

She said kind of exited. She opened the door.

“Is everything okay?”

I heard Jezzabel on the other side of the door. A chill ran up my spine.

“Is she connected with this?”

I thought about everything at once while they had a short conversation. While they were talking, fear took over again. I tuned out of the real world and was sucked into my own mind, contemplating what might happen next. Afraid of the unknown, I was so scared I was shivering. I came to my senses at the end of their conversation, all I heard was Mrs. Oberlin telling Jezzabel,

“He’s just a little shook up.”

I was afraid of Jezzabel now. I wondered if she was the one doing this or if she had something to do with it.

“What’s she here for?”

Jezzabel walked into the house and looked at me with concern on her face.

“I saw you running after someone with a baseball bat. What happened?”

She asked.

“Someone broke into our house and I tried to catch them.”

I said very quickly and timidly. I tried not to show how scared I was but failed.

“They did just now!?”

She sat down beside me.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God! Is everything alright?”

“Not exactly.”

I got up and led her upstairs to my room, when she saw that horrible goat head pentagram she winced in disgust.

“Is that BLOOD?”

She was even more scared than I was. I looked at her intently, I was studying her, I was studying her to get a hint as to whether or not she was connected to this or not. I looked at her with extreme zeal. She had a scared expression, I could almost feel her fear, she wasn’t acting. She walked toward the pentagram and looked it over thoroughly, gingerly daubing the blood with her fingers to see if it was still wet. She looked over her shoulder at me.

“Have you already called the police?”

She asked.

“Yes.”

I replied.

“..... I’m sure they’ll figure it out.”

She said sarcastically.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I asked. She didn’t answer and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

I asked her. She didn’t answer and walked out the door.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

I asked again.

“I have things to be doing.”

She said before jogging away down the street in the opposite direction of the two apartment buildings in a hurry.

“Well, I guess this is MY problem, not hers.”

I said to myself. Before she got too far away she turned around and yelled

“You’re in my prayers!”

to me at the top of her lungs.

“Thank you!”

I yelled back. I don’t think she heard me. I just took my MP3 player out of my pocket and listened to some music to calm myself down. Approximately a minute later, a few police cars arrived and dropped off a handful of officers and two men wearing long black coats. They both approached me on the porch.

“We got a report of a robbery here. Is this correct?”

One of the men said.

“Yes, Sir.”

I answered. We walked into my house where Mrs. Oberlin greeted them.

“They got in up here.”

She told them and walked up the stairs, they followed her but I just sat back down on the sofa and thought a little more about Jezzabel.

“… Her voice.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about her voice. Her gentle high pitched voice. The disembodied voice that was talking to me.

“Am I going insane?”

I thought maybe something was wrong with me. Maybe I was losing it. Maybe I was imagining everything. But one thing I knew for sure is that I didn’t imagine the pentagram, that horrible symbol. It’s disgusting to look at. If you’ve never seen one, consider yourself lucky. I brought my mind back to the question, ‘who would do this?’ And, ‘why would they want to put a pentagram in my room?’ Then I remembered the conclusion I came to earlier. Randy. It might have been an act of spite by Randy. The two men in the long black coats came back down from the second story.

“We’re already looking for them, Mrs. Oberlin.”

One said. The other walked over to me and sat on the sofa beside me.

“Don’t worry, things exactly like this have been happening around town a lot. You’re not the only one.”

His words struck me.

“There has!?”

I practically yelled it into his face. I was surprised to know this was happening a lot.

“Yes, only most of the other cases have included murders.”

He answered.

“MURDER!?”

“Yes, but there’s nothing to be afraid of, our job is to make sure that doesn’t happen anymore.”

He said it as if I was seven years old.

“What do I do about the pentagram?”

“We’ve taken all the pictures we need so you can clean it off now.”

“I think I’ll go do that right now.”

I got up and went to my room. I picked up the mop Mr. Oberlin had left on the floor, I started scrubbing the pentagram off of the wall but it would not come off. After thirty minutes of scrubbing I decided I needed something more affective. I went downstairs and out the back door to the small shed we had in our back yard. I rummaged through the multiple tools and things we kept in it until I found a paint scraper. I was going to scrape the pentagram off, but I would have to repaint the wall because it would leave a big blank spot so that the plywood would be visible. I didn’t like the idea, but it was better than just leaving it there. I took the paint scraper back into the house to my room where I scraped the paint off of my wall in order to get rid of that horrible figure. I scraped all of the paint off of the wall and stood back to look at the clean wall. It was gone, the pentagram was finally gone. It made me feel so relieved to have it out of my house. I went downstairs and got Mr. Oberlin to show him what I had to do to erase it.

“Well, that’s okay, we can repaint your room later.”

He said.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe we can get it a new color.”

“Nah. I like this color.”

My room was painted forest green. Well, it was not exactly forest green anymore, it was a little faded now which made it more of a sludge green color. I liked it because it gave my room a kind of ghetto feel. It felt different and that’s why I liked it. My dad went back downstairs to the living room, I stayed and turned on my stereo to listen to some of my CDs. I really liked heavy metal back then because it made me excited, it was fast, and powerful. The thing I liked most of all was that the lyrics were never about some dudes tragically ended relationship with some random chick. I stopped caring about getting a girlfriend a long time before. I thought there was no point in even trying, they would just reject me like everyone else anyway. I guess I got kind of jealous when I heard someone on the radio sing about how amazing his girlfriend was. I had convinced myself that I didn’t need anyone other than myself in life, and that kept me from feeling depressed. I just told myself ‘Marriage sucks anyways. Just look at your parents’. My parents would often disagree and fight with each other so often they could barely stand to be in the same house and I used that as a reason for not planning on marrying. I decided to sweep the floor while I listened to my music and retrieved the broom from the kitchen. When I was finished sweeping, I just sat back, relaxed and listened to the heaviest metal I had possession of for the remainder of the day. No more worries, no more thoughts, no more terror.

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