Time Thief

Reads: 502  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 6

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A day can seem pretty long when you live the whole thing.

Submitted: May 17, 2015

A A A | A A A

Submitted: May 17, 2015

A A A

A A A


Several years back, I began losing track of time. I would do some activity that would take no more than five minutes, but the clock would indicate that an hour or more had passed. Most people said that I was just absent minded, but a few of my relatives fretfully hinted that it might be the onset of dementia, maybe parkinson's or alzheimer's or something like that. They recommended that I see a neurologist straight away, but I resisted that idea.

It started around the time that the last of the children graduated from college and moved away. I noticed that I was aging at a rapid rate. I was prematurely grey by my 45th birthday. My teeth fell out, and I contracted cataracts shortly thereafter. It wasn't long before I had swollen prostate problems and nagging bouts of urinary infections. My face grew all wrinkled, with bags under my eyes and a double chin. I began a shuffling walk with a hunched over posture.

Meanwhile, Carol, my wife, maintained her youthful vivaciousness throughout all the years that I had known her. She looked and acted barely a day older than when we had first met. The situation seemed to be so unnatural that I began to suspect there was more to it than was meeting the eye. Thinking back on it, I began to see a pattern. Our children had matured at unusually early ages, showing signs of puberty as early as six or seven years old. Doctors claimed it was due to the children's Eastern European genes, but a much darker thought began worming its way through my mind. Carol must have been stealing our time, shortening our lives to extend her youth indefinitely.

Carol wasn't her original name. I can't even pronounce her real name in her native language. I met her while I was in the military, stationed in West Germany. Her family was a migratory tribe that moved around constantly in search of unskilled labor jobs. I hesitate to say they were Gypsies because that is considered to be a pejorative term. Anyway, she was looking for a way out of that lifestyle, looking for a free ticket to America. My commanding officer refused my request to marry her, but a local German church minister hitched us on the sly.

Carol was always the odd sort. She spent a lot of time with her silly spells and incantations, and her magic potions would stink up the kitchen all night long. Nevertheless, I put up with it because she was a good wife otherwise. I never imagined she was actually accomplishing anything sinister until it was almost too late. When I confronted her with my suspicions, she laughed in my face. She said nobody in their right mind would believe me, and, even if they did, there was no law against extending her youth by occult means.

The next day, Carol up and left me. She simply disappeared. I filed a missing person report with the police, but nothing ever came of it. No trace of her was ever found. The authorities presumed that she had returned to her family in Serbia or wherever. I never told them any different.

Please don't judge me too harshly. What choice did I have? The handwriting was on the wall for me, and, by the way, have you any idea how long a day seems when, suddenly, you actually get to live all 24 hours of it yourself?

Copyright © 2015 W.C. Bell; All rights reserved.


© Copyright 2020 Whiskey Charlie. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply