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Two young boys, living temporarily with their mother and sister at their grandfather's home, witness his murder.

Submitted: July 02, 2008

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Shh…

by Gerard Lebel

“Shh…,” whispered Nate, touching his puckered lips with his index finger, indicating to his younger brother Alan to hush, as he inched himself and Alan into the black depths of the closet. “Shh…”

Still shaking from the grisly vision of witnessing their Grandpa Jack mercilessly stabbed to death in the parlor as he sat reading the newspaper in his recliner, Nate and Alan listened agonizingly to each approaching footstep from the hallway as the timeworn, oak floorboards of the antiquated Garvey house creaked rhythmically.

Attempting to stifle their heavy breathing acquired from running full speed upstairs to seek refuge in their large, bedroom closet, Nate and Alan crunched themselves into the far right corner, hiding beneath a huge pile of loose clothing.

“I’m… I’m scared,” cried Alan.

“Shh…,” Nate admonished as beads of perspiration dripped down the side of his flushed cheeks. “We’ve gotta’ be quiet… or she’ll hear us!”

Nate and Alan had moved in with their Grandpa Jack in the old Garvey country house with their mother and sister, when their parents had separated and subsequently divorced the previous year. It was a messy divorce with Naomi receiving full custody of the children; fourteen year old Victoria, and the nine and six year old boys. She was also awarded the four bedroom townhouse condominium in which they lived but when Naomi had called her father a few months back claiming she feared for her safety and that of her children, even with a restraining order in place, Jack insisted that she and the children come stay with him at the family estate until the situation could be resolved.

Shuddering fiercely now and muttering soft, fearful cries in the pitch black darkness of the closet, Nate clutched Alan, cradling his head, attempting almost it would seem, to squeeze away the trembling. Placing his sweaty palm over

Alan’s mouth, Nate breathlessly whispered,

“Shh… she’s just outside the bedroom door, Alan. You’ve gotta’ be absolutely still now… please… or she’ll find us!”

The abrupt sounds of silence screamed within Nate’s head as he continued to hold Alan tightly. Buried beneath the pile of clothing, shoes and toys, the sweat was now dripping from both of them as it was becoming more and more difficult to remain perfectly still.

“Come out, Come out, wherever you are?” came the menacing song from the hallway mixed with a chilling cackle.

“You know I’m going to find you! Are you hiding in the bathroom? You’re probably… let’s see… you’re probably, right HERE behind the shower curtain,” as she simultaneously pulled it along the crossbar, ripping it from the hooks.

“Okay, ’I’ll bet you’re hiding under your beds,” her devilish voice clamored as she raced for their bedroom.

“You know I had to get rid of Grandpa Jack,” Victoria sputtered, still clutching the boning knife. “It’s all his fault that we are living here and can’t see dad anymore. He turned mom against dad too and he got the courts to forbid him from visiting us! Dad loved us… He loved ME! Don’t you understand… I WAS DADDY‘S LITTLE GIRL… I loved him more than anything in this world. They took him away from us... They took him away from me!”

As Nate switched hands covering Alan’s mouth, Alan released a soft, raspy moan as he gasped for air.

“Shh…,’ sighed Nate softly as Victoria immediately turned in the direction of the closet and swung the door wide open, staring into the darkness.

“I know you’re in there. I heard you, Alan. Just like a little, frightened baby. Is Nate protecting his little baby brother? I’ll bet you’re both in there hiding… but guess who’s got the knife?”

As Victoria began brandishing the knife wildly at the clothes hanging in the closet, the loud bang of the heavy, steel front door slamming shut could be heard and felt upstairs. “Oh my,” announced Victoria. “Looks like ’Mommy Dearest’ is home”

There was a sudden, bloodcurdling scream from downstairs.

“No, no, no,” cried Naomi. “Dad… dad, speak to me! No… what is happening? Nate… Alan… Victoria… where are you? HELP…,” she screamed, not knowing which way to turn.

“We’re up here, mom. We’re in Nate and Alan’s room, safe and sound,” Victoria blurted in a sweet, innocent voice.

Nate could hear his mother racing up the stairs and knew he needed to make a split second decision. “Alan… you stay right here,” he whispered. “I’m going to stop Victoria before she hurts mom. Now, Shh… be quiet… so I can take her by surprise.”

Nate peaked out from the closet to see Victoria wating by the door with knife in hand raised above her head. As he heard his mother approaching the doorway, he lunged from the closet at top speed throwing his body weight into the thrust as he plunged head first into Victoria, tumblng her to the floor and knocking the knife from her hand, sliding it under the bed. Victoria sat motionless on the floor as Naomi entered the room.

“Hold her down, mom! She killed grandpa… Alan and I saw her do it and she was going to kill us all.”

“I was daddy’s little girl, mom. Why didn’t you and grandpa let me see daddy? Why?” Victoria cried, staring straight ahead as if paralyzed, not attempting any sudden moves.

Naomi, shaking from the desperate circumstances, reached into her bag for her cell phone as Alan squirmed out of the closet, to join his big brother.

“Yes… please help us,” Naomi spoke into the phone to the 911 operator, crying frantically. “My daughter has… umm, OH GOD…!” she screamed.

“Ineed to report a murder.”

Copyright 2008 Gerard Lebel
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