The Great Storm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A violent storm tests the sanity of three people.

Submitted: February 15, 2019

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Submitted: February 15, 2019



The Great Storm

By Joseph Logsdon

Robert listened to the sound of the rain, his anxiety far beyond the point of salvation. It was only a matter of time, he assumed, before the storm truly arrived, with a powerful vengeance that would destroy everything worth living for. His employer, Henry Castle, continuously stared at the window, delighted by the sight of the rain. There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes, almost as if he wanted the storm to arrive. The room was dark and unpleasant, there being a certain sense of death in the air. Robert held his tongue, tightened his lips, in protest of his voluntary slavery. There was some part of him, something deep down inside him, that just couldn’t be controlled.

Robert slowly turned his attention towards Henry’s wife, Loretta, who by all accounts, was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She covered her ears, clenched her jaw, some aspect of her completely unbalanced. She smacked her head against the sofa, fully aware that with every thrust, the chance of getting injured would become higher. Henry silently sipped his wine, in such a way that nothing seemed to bother him, not even the sound of impending doom. Robert patiently observed them, one part of him disgusted, while the other part remained quite fascinated by their wealthy lifestyle, of which he could only ever be an observer.

“Robert, you have been, for many years now, quite bad at your job. I don’t ask for much, only that you be prepared to do what is necessary. It’s quite apparent, to both me and my wife, to many people, that you’re thinking about leaving here. Is there any truth in that, or am I just hearing rumors?”

“Even if I did decide to quit, what right do you have to control my life? I’m your employee, the last time I checked, not some slave. There really is no use in talking with you, when seemingly all I get, all I’ve ever got, is hate and accusations. When this storm ends, if it ends, I’m leaving here, hopefully for good,” he stated.

“You’re really leaving here, after all I’ve done for you? Why, it’s an insult, outright offensive,” Henry huffed, rising off the sofa.

“What have you ever done for me, is the real question, other than shout and intimidate? You’ve been quite the little bully, in a rather pathetic sort of way,” Robert chuckled.

Thunder suddenly shook the foundation, further disturbing Loretta’s emotional state. She tightly clenched her stomach, on the verge of collapse, fear clearly playing the biggest role. The wind, from outside, started to violently push itself against the very foundation of the house. The walls, the floor even, vibrated with an intense amount of forceful anger.

“Make it stop,” Loretta begged, panic in her voice.

“It’s not going to stop, Loretta; if I were you, I’d just start enjoying it,” Henry chuckled, nearly spilling his wine.

“Why must it torment me? It’s definitely here, out somewhere among the clouds, my death already certain. It’s just a matter of time, before we get what we deserve, for all of the nasty things each of us have done. It will be beautiful, there’s no doubt,” she cried.

“You’re crazy,” Henry grunted.

“She’s right, I’m almost inclined to say. This storm, what it has become, for you and for Loretta, is a type of warning; I’m caught in the middle, right between you and your destiny,” Robert voiced.

“I’ve been creating my own destiny for many years, by making sure that I’m always successful, in both wealth, fame, and most of all, my importance as a man of great honor. What are you, at the end of the day, except an ungrateful servant?”

“I’ll tell you what I’m not: a coward,” Robert huffed.

The floor, already weak from years of decay, continued to shake with force. Henry turned his gaze towards the window, almost hypnotized by the haunting power of the storm, with the way that it subtlety took control of fate itself. Something drove him to move closer, further towards the window, where things appeared to be more than just a little strange.

“The window, the closer you approach, will only bring death,” Loretta moaned.

Ignoring her warning, Henry moved closer to the window, towards an unknown fate. He watched the rain touch the glass, again and again, each time gaining more force. It captivated him, nearly drove him mad with fascination. He was lost in time, throughout the very fabric of existence itself. There was a flash of light, quickly proceeded by the shattering of glass. Blood, the blood of Henry, splattered on the floor. There was an intense scream, far unlike anything Robert had ever heard. Henry was on the floor, very near death.

“I knew this would happen, way back before all of the spending, our countless sins that we ignored, instead of trying to do good things with what we had. I suppose it’s my fault, all the ways I let him corrupt us, because the truth is, I also wanted it,” Loretta cried, kneeling beside her husband.

Robert walked towards the edge of the room, quite frustrated with what he had just witnessed, the countless things that constantly played through his mind, namely images of pain and death. He gazed at his fallen employer, mixed emotions within his heart. The look on Loretta’s face, something that could only be described as hopelessness, ripped away at his spirit.

“Well, go on then, leave us in death,” she cried.

“I’m sorry, for you especially,” Robert stated, opening the door.

The rain was heavy as Robert ventured into the night. The house slowly faded away, into the darkness of the storm, the rain never once showing any sign of remorse. Robert didn’t look back, out of fear, or perhaps something worse. He knew that if he did turn around, there would be nothing to see.

The End




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