The Experiment Part 4: Fight or Flight

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The Experiment (Cont)

Instinct overcame reason. I lunged at the shadow, and I hit asphalt. My face scraped the street and I could feel the warm trickle of blood on my cheek. The shadow laughed. A sickening laugh. Low rumbling, just like every sound it made. I rolled to my side, stood, and brushed myself off.

“Where’s Kate?” I screamed. I think I screamed. Still, every sound I made was swallowed in the deep freeze around me. Why could I hear the shadow, but not myself?

“Where’s Kate?” The shadow mocked. And laughed. I could taste bile in my mouth every time that thing laughed.

“Where’s my wife!” I charged the shadow again and swung my fists through the air.

“Robert?” A faint echo so far away.

I stopped swinging. “Kate?”

“Robert, babe, are you okay?” Sweet music. Oh, so sweet music. Where was she? Where was her voice coming from?

“Kate?” I yelled into the void of sound. I ran from the shadow. North down the street half a block. Nothing. South, past the motionless shadow. Still nothing. “Kate!”

That laugh. The hair stood on the back of my neck. My arms goosepimpled. “Kate is sweet, Robert. So sweet. We’re watching her, Robert. We’re watching.”

“Babe, please. Are you all right?”

My eyes open. The diner is gone, the street is gone, the shadow is gone. The only vision before me is a perfect face cloaked by mussed brown hair long enough to cover the sides of my face. Green eyes with sunflowers in her irises stare at me with concern.

“You were screaming. Are you all right?” Kate said.

I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her down to kiss her. Warm lips. Warm bed. And I can hear every little sound.

Something scraped. A rattle in another room. I pulled away from Kate and rolled out of bed.


“Did you not hear that?” I ran to the bedroom door and threw it open.

A fading laugh down the hall. I ran to follow it. Nothing. I see nothing.

Time’s up again! I’m surprised where this went, too. What will happen next?

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