Leave Me Alone
A.D. Phillips
This book is a
work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events,
and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or
locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. Also, the views
expressed in regards to Jesus and Christianity in no way reflect the author’s
personal beliefs. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by
any means without the prior permission of the author.
Library of
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Printed in the
United States of America
Copyright © 2012
by A.D. Phillips
All rights
reserved.
For Tonia, My Loving Wife
The one that helped me get on the
right track
Acknowledgements
Thanks to My wife Tonia, Mom, Dad, Alicia, Anthony, Aaliyah,
and Alexandria.
Tonia - tolerated my addiction to success and helped me get
on the right track
Mom – Always believed in me, even when I didn’t.
Dad – Gave me the inspiration to seek something better than
working a sucky job
Alicia - For believing in your big brother
Anthony, Aaliyah, and Alexandria – Gave me the need to get to
a higher level.
Prologue
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” I yell at the top of my lungs, all the while
hoping that Heaven, Hell, and everything in between will hear. I know what
these things in my house want. They want me! It’s not all in my head. It can’t
be all in my head, they’re here right now. My dreams are coming true, but not
in a good way! I can see my breath in front of me as it escapes my warm
ninety-eight degree body. I feel the cold numbing air. The temperature in the
room has dropped significantly. Death or something like it is present. Max
stands near me paralyzed with alertness; his fur is standing on end. I feel
goose bumps forming. A crawling sensation invades the surface of my skin. I’m
flooded with intense fear as I stare deep into something that is there, but not
there. A semi-transparent shadowy creature with red piercing eyes stands in
front of me. The red piercing eyes are like eternal fires. They burn their way
into my core. I’m at my wits end with this poltergeist shit. I’m done being
afraid. I conquered the darkness years ago, and put the Boogieman in his place.
This is my house, and my life, they have to leave, because I’m not going
anywhere! I’m ready to face whatever these things are. I’m tired of this
bullshit! It has to end!
“It is your time, you must transcend. You
must become what we need you to be. Spill the blood of the unworthy one. He is
near. Sacrifice him to your cause.” The robed figure says as the others
surround me. I don’t know who or what they are talking about. I feel their
strong cold hands grab my wrists, I attempt to break free, but my efforts are
futile. The more I struggle the stronger they get.
“No, leave me the fuck alone!” I yell as I
struggle for freedom. My father comes from out of the shadows. He has a
sinister look of glee. The creature in front of me moves aside as my father
steps directly in front of me.
I never really did take much stock in
ghosts, demons, angels, or the whole paranormal world at large. I figured that only
people craving attention or afflicted with mental illness believed in those
types of things. Now I don’t know what to believe. First, you see them, now you
don’t. I really thought that Ghost hunting shows were just a bunch of bullshit!
Orbs, EVP’s, Doors opening, Mysterious footsteps, haunting reoccurring dreams,
these things didn’t happen to someone like me. I was the type of person that
stuck strictly to the facts. Now I’m
trying hard to cling to my belief system. What is really waiting for us on the
other side? Where do we go when our time is up? What happens when the clock
stops ticking, when we leave this world?
When bills become irrelevant and saving for the future ends. Right now,
all of these thoughts are rumbling around in my head as I stare face to face
with a man that has been dead longer than I have been living!
He reeks of brimstone. He eyes slowly
transform into piercing red pits of fire. He extends his hand towards my head.
As he extends his hand, his form begins to change. I jerk back, as if that will
prevent him from touching me. I watch in horror as my father transforms into
me! He turns into an exact doppelganger. I fight and frantically move my head
in an attempt to avoid his touch. The shadow creatures grab my head and hold it
still as my dead ringer’s hand gets closer and closer. I feel an intense
burning sensation as his fingertips touch the skin on my forehead. His fingers
begin to merge into my flesh. My head begins to throb and a loud ringing sound
begins to bounce around in my ears. The pain is so intense. It’s like having an
earache to the tenth power. I feel myself getting weak. My legs are getting
heavy. My posture begins to slump. The pain is unbearable. It merges further
and further into me. A dizzy sensation sweeps over me as everything fades to
black.
THE SOUND of
birds chirping and rays of sun sneaking in through the slats of the window
blinds work collaboratively to awaken me. I try desperately to rustle out of my
semi comatose state. I’m in my living room sprawled out over my couch in a
weird unnatural manner. I notice dark red spots smeared in its fabric. My
hands, arms, and torso are covered with the same spots. At first, it doesn’t
really hit me. However, as I continue looking myself over, I begin feeling very
uneasy. Something isn’t right. I try to remember everything that happened the
night before, but most of it seems like a dream. It’s starting to get difficult
to distinguish what’s real and what’s a nightmare. I try calming myself down as
I give the room a quick glance over. My eyes stop at the trail of bloody
footsteps leading into the dining room. As I walk through the dining room, I
look over myself again; this time checking for any cuts or other fresh wounds.
I don’t find a single scratch.
“What have I done?” I mumble as I
reluctantly follow the mysterious trail. I step into the kitchen. I immediately
notice a shovel with pieces of fresh dirt caked on it. I can tell that it’s
fresh because it still has a clumpy, moist appearance. “Did I kill somebody?
And how did I dig through the cold hard pre-winter soil?” I question as I try
to CSI the facts. I walk through the
kitchen, and head out the back door. I examine the back yard for any freshly
dug or covered holes. I’m glad that my backyard has a tall wooden fence that
encloses it. The last thing I need is a neighbor to see me covered in blood
looking like a serial killer. I see a small hole near a tree. I go over to have
a look in the hole. It’s empty. Now I’m confused. What did I remove from the
hole? I rack my brain trying desperately,
to retrieve any memories of what transpired the night before.
I try to recall the last person I saw.
“Becky!” quickly illuminates my conscious. In a panicked haste, I scramble
around the house for my smart phone. I begin removing every couch cushion and
metaphorically leaving no stone unturned. I find it of all places, in my
pocket. I swiftly swipe in the pass code and scroll through the recent call
list. Becky’s contact info pops on the screen, accompanied by the sound of
ringing. The phone picks up.
“Hello” interrupts the silence.
“Becky?” I respond feeling partially
relieved to hear her voice.
“Hey Teddy what’s up Babe?” She says in a
sweet warm tone.
“You’re still coming over today right?”
She inquires for reassurance.
“Uh yeah sure baby” Shoots forth from out
of my mouth. “You know we miss you,” She says in a warm manner.
“Hey baby let me call you right back
okay?” Like a flash of lightening, another person pops in my head, MELISSA! I quickly hang up and scroll until I locate
her number. I click on it and it begins to dial. I say hello as soon as the
rings stop.
“Hey Teddy, I was waiting on you to call
me.” Lissa says in longing sincere manner.
“Hi honey” I reply.
“I see somebody is happy to hear from
me!” she says obviously mistaking the relief in my voice for simple
happiness.
“Of course” I reply. “Hey honey...” I
pause, mid sentence. In the mist of panic, I clearly forgot to check for one
thing, Where is Max? “Hey Lissa baby, Imma call you right back okay?”
“Okay” She responds before hanging up.
“Here Max, here boy!” I call out as I
search through the house. I check the rest of the rooms on the first floor, no
Max. I check the upstairs rooms, still no Max. I make my way to the
basement…surprise, no Max. The sound of
scratching stops me dead in my tracks. I follow the sound; it leads me to the
front door. I open the door and see Max!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.D. Phillips was born in Cleveland, Ohio 1980. This
is his first full length book. He lives in Lakewood, Ohio with his wife,
stepson and cat. He is also a father of three. Creating stories for others to
enjoy, has become an all consuming passion. He is deeply engrossed in his work
as an author. Simply put, he loves what he does
