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    Dark Musings, Special Edition
    Dark Musings, Special Edition
    Dark Musings, Special Edition
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    Dark Musings, Special Edition

    By Jason Mott

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    Dark Musings, Special Edition is a combination of Dark Musings, Volumes 1 and 2 with additional editing and polish.

    Prepare to experience things that go bump in the night, haunted dolls, twists of fate, and even an old west showdown.
    Dark Musings, Special Edition manages to bring forth the same experience as its predecessors, with a more polished and complete work.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJason Mott
    Release dateAug 4, 2013
    ISBN9781301442034
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      Dark Musings, Special Edition - Jason Mott

      Dark Musings

      Special Edition

      Jason Mott

      Published by Jason Mott at Smashwords

      Copyright 2013 Jason Mott

      Cover Art : The Nightmare by Brianna Fithian, used by permission.

      Copyright © 2013 Jason Mott

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

      Table of Contents

      Acknowledgments

      Foreword

      Them.

      A Ghost Story

      Android: a short story

      Hot Date

      Balloon Animals

      The Showdown

      Porcelain Skin

      The Perfect Life

      Totaled

      About the Author

      Acknowledgments

      I would like to thank everyone who has had a hand in the making of these books, without them, I'd probably still be sitting in front of my laptop, wondering if I'll ever be a 'real' writer.

      So, thank you all, (you know who you are).

      Foreword

      This book is the combination of my previous two volumes in the Dark Musings series.

      Slight editing has been applied in order to differentiate this book from its predecessors, but it is essentially just a compilation.

      If you've never read the previous volumes, then this book would be the one to get, as it manages to give the same experience as the others, but in one location, rather than two.

      If you have purchased the previous two volumes in this series, then this book will not offer you anything new, other than the above mentioned editing, and a picture of me (yay for you!).

      In either case, thank you for the opportunity that you've given me to invade your world with my own.

      Jason Mott

      Them.

      Kevin McCauley entered the front door of 23 Orchard Street and said aloud Mom, Dad, I’m home!

      He sighed as he told himself it didn’t matter. They were gone now and he owned the house.

      As he turned to close the front door, Kevin noticed a weathered newspaper sitting on the front step, he glanced at the headline as he turned back into the house and closed the door and read: ‘3 LOCAL CHILDREN DEAD OF HEART ATTACK. STATE SURGEON GENERAL WARNS PARENTS OF SYMPTOMS IN KIDS’

      No shit…, he said to himself as he tossed the paper into the wastebasket. He had no children and a full plate of his own to deal with, with an inherited home to prep for the market and very little vacation time to do it in.

      Kevin’s mother Edna had passed away in her bed of pneumonia just one week prior and Kevin felt the guilt of not having visited her recently, he’d called her of course, but driving 45 miles from Whitendon to Godfrey was out of the question with his limited time off.

      It wasn’t that he didn’t care about her welfare, it was simply that life had gotten in the way and drawn him in other directions.

      He put his suitcase down in the entryway of the house and began to walk around and take inventory of his alien yet extremely familiar surroundings.

      He passed through the kitchen and looked at the appliances that had all been in the exact same condition and positions when he was a child; the refrigerator was covered with notes and magnets and a Bargain-Mart calendar that his mother no doubt had put up long before she’d died.

      Died. She was gone. He paused as the memory of his mother bustling about the kitchen making dinner and reminding him of his chores swam into his mind.

      Well Ma, I guess I’m gonna have to remember to clean my room on my own now, He said to no one.

      His wanderings took him into the master bedroom where his mother had died in the bed that his late father had shared.

      His eyes fell on the dresser, still crowded with his mother’s jewelry and pictures of siblings long passed; An invisible hand clenched at the base of his throat and he choked back a sob.

      I can’t sleep in here.

      With a feeling of loneliness, Kevin turned his lean, six foot frame in the doorway and made his way up the stairs to the room he would eventually choose to sleep in, his.

      The two twin beds were made as they had been for years. Mom was always ready for me to come home.

      It was the other bed in the room that brought more memories swimming into his waking thoughts. It had belonged to his older brother, Michael.

      Mikey had been an admirable brother, he was always looking out for Kevin.

      When he’d died in his sleep 30 years ago, Kevin had been at summer camp while Mikey had been condemned to summer school for poor grades and couldn’t go that year.

      Kevin remembered being called into the head counselor’s office and told that he had to pack his things because his parents were coming to pick him up.

      There had been a Family emergency and he was going home.

      It wasn’t until he’d been told to sit down at the kitchen table by his Dad that Kevin realized his brother wasn’t going to be a part of this discussion, at least not listening to it.

      Your brother died, Kevin. He went to sleep and just, he just didn’t wake up son, his father had said while choking back tears.

      He remembered that his mother hadn’t been able to get herself to sit down with them for that talk.

      Heaving another sigh, Kevin entered the room and lay on what had always been his bed. Folding his arms behind his head he stared at the ceiling and let the flood of memories pour over him.

      Kevin! Michael! Dinner’s ready! Okay Mom, we’re coming! Make sure that your room is clean and your hands are washed! Okay Mom, Gosh!

      Hey Kev, wanna see something neat?

      Here Kev, Dad showed me this, move your hands up the bat a little bit. Like this. It’ll make you swing faster.

      A single tear ran down his face as Kevin allowed emotions long suppressed to overtake him and then, he fell fast asleep.

      Kev, make sure you keep a flashlight under your pillow. It’ll keep Them away if you need to pee or something at night.

      Who’s Them?

      You know how when you wake up in the middle of the night, you can hear stuff in the room?

      Like things moving?

      That’s Them. Don’t you EVER let them see you Kev, If they see you awake, they can get you.

      What’ll they do to me Mikey?

      You don’t wanna know. Just don’t ever let them see you awake ok?

      Promise?

      I promise.

      Kevin awoke with a start. It was now late afternoon and he’d been asleep for a couple of hours.

      Shit. I must’ve needed that.

      Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Kevin got up and headed to the kitchen to make something to eat.

      His thoughts wandered to the dream he’d had while he put peanut butter and jelly onto some bread.

      He remembered odd childhood conversations with his brother about Them. Who were they? What were they?

      30 years had sliced and diced his recollection immensely, though he did remember sleeping with a flashlight under his pillow for years.

      Sitting in the living room as he ate his sandwich, Kevin decided it was time to go through the house and look for anything that he could donate or give to more distant relatives.

      His childhood curiosity was piqued as he considered the different areas of the house that he hadn’t seen in decades.

      I’ll go through Mom’s stuff later. I just don’t think I can do it right now, he said to his invisible audience.

      God, it feels like I’m on a sitcom or something, the way I’m talking to myself out loud. I

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