I will have another post later today in response to another challenge (it looks more like a Q & A) from Charles French. So, keep looking for that. For now, however, we’re going to continue this story. Is Bob going crazy, or is there something sinister going on here? To catch up, click here and follow the chain back to where you last read. Enjoy!
The Experiment (Cont)
“I’m all right,” I tell Kate again after she asked me for the fifth time in an hour. I hadn’t heard anything for some time now, but I’m edgy. Kate keeps trying to talk to me, but my mind is still trying to process everything. Was it just a dream? Could I have still been half asleep when I heard that laugh in my house?
We stood in the kitchen on either side of an granite topped island. It’s a small island, but it seems such a distance between us right now. The tile is cold beneath my feet. The stainless steel all around me is cold. The light green walls are cold. Everything is cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. I can’t take the cold. Everything frozen. No one moved, no sound, nothing. So, cold. That laugh. A cold laugh. Blood freezing laugh.
“Robert?” Kate gave me one of those exasperated looks. The kind that let me know I’m an idiot, but she still loves me.
“You’re still not listening, are you?”
“I’m sorry, I…I heard something, Beautiful. I heard something.” I looked toward the hallway. Kate let out a sigh.
“Babe, it must have been a really horrible dream, but it was just that. A dream. For what you heard in our house, there’s a million things that it could be.”
“Like,” she sighed again. “I don’t know. But there’s nothing in our house. We looked. Together, we looked. There’s nothing there.”
I nodded. What was the point of arguing? I couldn’t find it. I didn’t hear it now. I was beginning to think Kate was right. But, could I hear something from my dream when I was awake? Am I losing my mind?
No. One incident doesn’t make me a basket case. Dreams are crazy, right?
“So?” Kate asked. She walked around the island to me and wrapped her arms around me. Her eyes penetrated and dispersed all other thought.
“So?” I asked. I hoped my look of innocence covered my inattention.
“You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, I might have to hurt you.” A mischievous grin spread across her face.
Times up, again! I might have to lengthen the time some day. We’ll see. Hope you enjoyed it!
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