Below you will find my submission to the DARK SIDE THURSDAY event. The idea is to write something dark and scary using 500 words or less. This is part 2 of Amy’s story. I hope you will check back next week for it’s continuation. Enjoy part 2 of Amy’s Freedom. (Part 1 can be found in July Archives…7/24 to be exact)
Amy floated in and out of consciousness as she hung in an old root cellar. Exhaustion and pain, from gravity, and her own, body weight, made even shallow breathing near to impossible. The vessels in her brain bulged heavy with blood, so no matter how hard she willed herself to stay awake, she eventually could do nothing but surrender to the pain.
In those short waking moments, she tried to remember what had happened to bring her to this place of hell. Memory came and went in flashes, and the very moment she thought she understood, darkness clouded her mind and once again she fell into unconsciousness. At first this was frustrating, but then, in a sick sort of way, it became a game of cat and mouse. Amy conditioned herself to capture, hold, and tuck away every memory from each awakening moment.
Conscious once again, Amy began to sort the snippets of memory she had collected…a cabin…a phone call…Rudy… barking and growling…utter fear and confusion… Slowly, ever so slowly, the pieces fell into place and Amy was able to remember the sequence of events that had led her here…
She and Rudy had finally arrived. The thunder-boomer had made the crooked roads difficult to maneuver, so the two hour trip had turned into three. Rudy, eager to escape the confines of the truck, scratched at the closed window. Poor baby, he had been cooped up for hours, so it was no surprise to Amy, when he jumped out and rolled vigorously in the fresh rained upon grass.
Smiling, happy to see him so excited, she chuckled and began to gather her suitcase, satchel and easel. Carrying all three, Amy opened the front door of the log cabin, she and Sky had built together.
The musty air, that had been trapped all winter, assaulted her nose causing her to pause for a moment, but Rudy nonchalantly padded past her and went inside. He busied himself sniffing here and there as Amy opened windows. A cool mountain breeze rushed in and Amy breathed it deep into her lungs. Looking at the rustic walls, Amy felt a peace that she hadn’t known for months. She now, secretly, thanked Sky for insisting that she take this week to rest and relax.
The cabin, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains, sat in the middle of a “dead-zone” with no signal reception, therefore, a land-line phone had been a necessity. The old black rotary, hanging on the wall, began to ring. Simultaneously, Rudy, who had sniffed or heard something of interest outside, began to bark.
Amy picked up the phone with the intent to say, hello, but was interrupted by the voice on the other end,
“Amy…Oh my God I’m so glad you answered…lock…”
Sky’s voice could not be heard over Rudy’s barking and vigorous scratching at the screen door, so Amy couldn’t hear to remainder of the sentence,
“…lock the door…he’s there…Oh my God, Amy he’s there…”
Oblivious to Sky’s warning, Amy laid the phone down and went to let out the frantic dog. Rudy rushed outside. Amy turned to pick up the phone but stopped when she heard a deep and low guttural growl.
Rudy, a happy-go-lucky Golden Retriever, rarely growled, so a wave of fear urged Amy to go inside; but love for her dog wooed her to make sure he was okay. Love winning, she turned to go outside. Stepping out the door, Amy became face to face with Rudy, who crouched low and snarled at her with bared teeth. Amy, shocked and confused to see her loving Golden transformed into something so vicious, began to coax her dog,
“Rudy…Rudy…what is it…”
The word boy never left her lips because Rudy lunged forward and all she saw was golden hair and gnashing teeth. After that came the darkness.
Amy cried alone in the darkness as she thought of Rudy. Confused and cold she hung naked from the rusty shackles around her ankles. Awaiting her captor…
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Poor Rudy, he tried warning her, this story is going so intense and I’m very intrigued to know what follows. Great story telling!
Aww…thank you so much! 🙂
Excellent!!!!! It’s Thursday! Does that mean part 3?
Thank you!! I was a little late last week because of an article I had to write for church. So it may be a few days late…perhaps Saturday! Thank you again so much! 🙂
Looking forward to it 😄