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Storm Dreams
By Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
Monday, February 27, 2006

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The Graveyard Shift

Chapter Two

“Storm Dreams”

Ah, well, a few weeks after my last entry, I pushed hard to get back on the day shift, I finally told them, Look, move me, or I’m gone. I had push to get back on days; the night shift was just getting too creepy for me. Now I keep wondering if it was my imagination or what, but it seemed like after that night with Tara and Alain, every time I came into the break room, the others would look at me like they were expecting something. It was just too weird. I kept wondering what the hell they were thinking and smiling about. Before that incident, they just ignored me like I wasn’t there, which suited me just fine. Now suddenly, I seemed to be the center of their attention, and I didn’t like it one bit.

Things got creepy in the back room too. I kept feeling like someone was watching me, waiting for me, waiting for what? I couldn’t figure out if it was just my nerves or if something was really going on. But, I trust my instincts, and they were screaming, get the hell out of there. I got to the point where I was scared to go to the cage. Yeah, I work in a cage, with bars and doors that I can lock and bar. I still didn’t feel safe, as a matter of fact, I began to feel trapped.

I went to my manager and told him, I couldn’t work nights anymore. It was just too hard on my nerves. He gave me a strange look and asked if anyone was bothering me. I didn’t want to tell him his freaking vampires scared the hell out of me, that isn’t good P.R., so I just told him I couldn’t adjust and needed days or I was going to look for another job. He hemmed and hawed and said he would see what he could do. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Well, consider this my two weeks notice then.” He let me go back on days the next day.
Then Alain came to see me. I nearly fell off my chair when he walked in. I mean the man has that much presence. Scary presence, the kind that makes you rock back and hold your breath, wishing he would leave. Suddenly, my office was much too small. I wanted to leave the room and got up so fast that my chair fell over. He was blocking the door and I had no where to go. I wanted to say excuse me and get around him, but not a single sound came out of my throat. He reached passed me and over the desk, picked up my chair with one hand and set it back on the wheels. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked softly. I kept trying to say, I was just leaving, but I still couldn’t speak. My hands were trembling so I hid them behind my back and turned away from those eyes. I nodded my head and reached for my purse. Before I could pick it up, he caught my wrist in his hand and said, “You don’t have to leave.”
Man, my thoughts were going a mile a minute. I was thinking, Buddy, you just don’t know how bad I need to leave right this minute. He smiled and said, “No, you don’t. You’re perfectly safe, no one will harm you.” I still wouldn’t look at him, so he stepped closer and turned my face to him. He smelled like Sandal-Wood, sweet and spicy…. I was forced to look into his eyes. Oh God, they were like gray storm clouds, swirling, I felt like I was going to faint. I closed my eyes, and he released me. When I opened them again he was gone.

Now my whole body was shaking. Not only was I scared, but I felt like I had done something wrong. Hell, I have the right to change shifts! But still, deep inside, I felt it. I was wrong, and I could still smell him, still feel where his fingers had touched my chin. Somehow I got through the day. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in a daze. I felt numb, unreal, like when you have a bad head cold and your mind is all foggy. I couldn’t think coherently. I kept seeing his eyes.

That night I had storm dreams, gray clouds that came up suddenly, split open by lightning that arced across the sky, icy rain splattered on my face and I woke up. I was standing outside in my nightgown, tears on my cheeks. God, I am going crazy, I thought. I haven’t sleep walked since I was a child. I ran back in my house and locked the doors. I was shaking again, so hard my teeth were chattering. I was so cold my bones hurt. I went in the bathroom and turned the shower on almost pure hot water. I practically ripped off my nightgown and climbed inside. Let the hot water burn me until I finally began to get warm again. When I finally got out my skin was bright red and raw. I didn’t even care. Just climbed into bed hoping the pain would keep me awake until morning, I didn’t want to dream again. I didn’t want to think about where I was going when I was sleep-walking. I didn’t have to. I knew where I was going, that was the worst part. I was going home.


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Reviewed by P-M Terry Lamar 4/28/2007
Wow. This definitely leaves me wanting more.
Reviewed by Cynth'ya 3/12/2007
The coming spring reminds me that we'll be seeing lots of storms this way. . . part of nature's saying "I'm BAAAAACK!"
blessin's, enjoyed,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor 10/28/2006
A good one!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 10/16/2006
An enthralling story, Retta. Well done! Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 4/27/2006
What suspense, Retta! Hopefully there is more!

God bless,

Reviewed by B Thomas Daniels 4/26/2006
sweet story, man I'm jealous, you can do it all.

Great job

Reviewed by Aberjhani 3/3/2006
An intense and absorbing story. You pull the reader right inside the beating bleeding heart of suspense with well-drawn characters and captivating situations.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/1/2006
Great read Retta!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Felix Perry 2/27/2006
Edge of seat suspense that could rival Steven King if you continue in this vein. Look forward to another installment.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 2/27/2006
Hope it all will work out...
Stay safe.........
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 2/27/2006

Taut, compelling reading and dialogue make for a dramatically told story. I look forward to more. This is my kind of write! :) Well done and I love that pic.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton 2/27/2006
Altough you read my poems, but not MY short stories, I can't be that fickle. This was well done. I liked the way you used both dialogue AND narrative to good effect. So many times people get all involved with "telling" us what is happening, versus "showing" us, that it becomes boring. Not so this chapter, your narrative was as good as the dialogue. Good chapter.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 2/27/2006

There is something about the night shift that creeps people out. Glad I work days! :) (Hope I continue TO work days; it's better for me! I would have to walk in the dark, and not having a car, that's not good! Too many creepazoids out there!) Chilling write that had me hooked; well done! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)

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