Deadly Medicine part 12 – It’s Watching Me
It’s Watching Me
Jessica heard someone moaning. She slowly looked around and realized she was sitting on the floor in front of the dresser, rocking back and forth. The moaning was coming from her. Her skin was sweaty and cold and she felt sick to her stomach. Why am I on the floor? What happened? Try to remember, try to remember. Oh what is happening to me? Why can’t I remember things? Get a grip – Right Now! You have to get up before he gets here. Wait is he coming here? Mike? Why would he? He doesn’t know where I am. Don’t be stupid. Get up and lock the doors and windows. If he does know where you are then you have to be ready. I have to be ready, right. Ready for what? It doesn’t matter just do what you have to do.
She stood at the foot of the bed looking at the box with the little vials of medication inside. Huh, medication; is that what you are going to call it? She took a vial out of the little box. Keep it together this time. She held it up to the light and this time kept herself steady as she studied the contents.
The vial contained a light yellow liquid that appeared to be thicker than water. When she held it up to the light she could see there was something moving inside. Holding the vial as close as she dared she concentrated on one spot. It’s some kind of wiggly thing. It looks like a pollywog…no a snake. As she considered what it looked like, it turned and looked at her. It has eyes. That doesn’t make sense. But there they are looking right at me. And Jessica remembered what had happened earlier. She remembered looking into the vial before; remembered that she saw the snake like thing and that it stopped moving then turned and stared at her. Now she turned the vial this way and that, watching as the thing inside watched her. Deciding she could not look at it any longer and remain calm, she put the vial back in the little box and the little box back in the big box, wrapping it back up in the cloth and closing the top.
Jessica walked through the house, through the kitchen door and back out to the garage. Determine to stay calm she tried to think about other things, but it didn’t work. She thought she could almost feel the things moving around in the box; causing the box to jump in her hands. All she wanted to do was get it away from her.
Once she was in the garage she walked around the front of her car and stopped in front of an old potato bin. She threw the box in, turned and walked back to the house. Maybe I should put a lock on that bin. Where could I find a lock? It doesn’t matter; the bin is over three feet tall. That box can’t very well crawl back out on its own.
Jessica was right, the box wouldn’t get back out by itself but she would see it again soon.
Join me next Friday for the next installment of Deadly Medicine.
Dawnda Schaefer