To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 90) Serene And Hypnotizing
Time has passed but Lyla has no concept of how much. Crispin releases his hold on her leg, she can even feel that he has, but something about her is different now and she does not try to flee. They sit there in the low light of the flashlight looking at each other but saying nothing. Gradually Crispin begins to change back to himself and has a kind and caring expression. He is saying something to her, she sees his mouth moving but she cannot hear him. It is difficult to see him now too, she feels as if she is behind a wall of moving water and he is staying very still, watching her. Gradually all sounds become normal again, she can now hear his voice clearly.
“Lyla, please calm down,” he says in a peaceful compassionate voice as he stays where he is. He is not holding her nor is he attempting to get any closer. “Please hear me out.” As he talks his eyes flicker with brilliant green shades of light in a fascinating and soothing way. The blend of color is unlike anything she has ever seen before and she cannot help but want to watch them shift and shimmer in slow, smoke like swirls. Watching their movement is very serene and hypnotizing as Lyla slowly lowers the flashlight to the floor. She does not turn it off as she sets it beside her while concentrating on Crispin. Gently closing her eyes, she lays back on the floor with her hands over her face. She is exhausted and worn and feels completely drained of energy. She wants it all to stop.
“There, see, relax,” says Crispin as he begins to slowly crawl closer to her. He is moving in a gentle manner, not hurried or harsh and Lyla can feel him now at her legs as he slides up almost laying on top of her. She lowers her hands resting them on the floor above her head but keeps her eyes closed tight as she feels Crispin’s breath on her neck and face.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 89) Dream State
Kicking and screaming, Lyla turns on the flashlight and shines it directly at Crispin’s face trying to blind him. Still holding on to her he puts one hand up to shade his eyes from the light but he will not let go; he holds her leg even tighter than before. Slowly he drops his hand from blocking the light as he regains his composure.
All the while, Crispin does not loosen his hold on her ankle. He looks at her without saying a word and she seems to be frozen as she watches his face, unsure of what will happen now. Crispin’s features begin to shift, slow and steady subtle and delicate. His eyes reshape and his nose grows more pointed and the hairline realigns. Little by little Crispin changes from himself to Marcus.
Lyla stops moving and lowers the light as her eyes fill with tears. “No, not Marcus, please tell me you didn’t harm Marcus,” she says as she slowly shakes her head from side to side fearing her best friend is dead. Crispin as Marcus, is looking into her eyes and she does all she can to avoid his stare. However, the impulse is too strong and she feels herself being drawn in, pulled almost willingly, and she cannot control it.
It is not like before when she felt warm and faint. This time is much different, this time she feels as if she is in a dream state of sorts and everything is moving at a slow rate around her. She has the sensation of floating on very thick ripples of air as time travels in slow motion. It’s difficult to move and all sounds are muffled and subdued.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 88) Spider After His Prey
Holding her breath, Lyla opens her eyes and tries to focus. She has an overwhelming and horrid feeling in her gut that someone is there, just out of reach, watching. Spike like needles of energy are tingling up her spine as a forewarning of imminent terror. It is almost painful and relentless and she knows she must move away quickly. As Lyla leans up to roll back into a crawling position, lightning lights the end of the attic, which reflects off Crispin’s face! He is within inches of her feet!
He too is crawling through the rafters on his hands and knees. For a man this size, it makes him appear very spider like as if chasing after his prey. His strong arms are holding up his muscular build with ease as he grabs at her left foot attempting to stop her from moving. Lyla screams loudly as she frantically backs up pulling herself through the beams as Crispin continues to reach out for her.
Lyla has no idea of what is behind her as she tugs and slides through the joist and timber. A nail snags her lace top holding her in place as flash lightning strikes over and over again outside. The constant bursts of light is so repetitious that it’s causing a strobe effect in the attic as their movements are caught in choppy intervals which make it all the more frightening.
Finally, Lyla rips free of the nail by tearing a gash in the sleeve of her top and she begins to move again. She hurries to get closer and closer to the window but she can see that Crispin is rapidly gaining ground on her. She is now in a state of panic as she pushes and kicks trying to put some distance between them. This works well until Crispin lunges forward, almost inhuman like, and grabs hold of her leg just above her left foot.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 87) Far More Sinister
Moving quietly in the dark, Lyla finds herself in another small area with hard wooden floors. This gives her hope that she is approaching an open room similar to where she just came from. Suddenly she hears a heavy thud. Whatever fell was not too far from where she is and it was big, she felt it jar the floor. Stopping instantaneously, she rolls onto her back to look behind her.
Partially sitting up and leaning back on her elbows, Lyla peers into the blackness. It is incredibly dark and she feels as if a veil is over her face. Afraid to use the flashlight for fear of giving herself away, she quietly sits. With eyes open wide, she is watching for anything to catch her attention.
Thunder pounds loudly as she closes her eyes in response. Again she tries to calm herself down by resting but this task seems to be impossible. Abruptly, she feels a rush of pressure as if someone is running upon her and she wants to scream! It is worse than the feeling she had on the staircase just days ago. It feels far more sinister than the dark mass she saw in her bedroom. Something or someone is there, she can feel it!
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 86) She Freezes In Place
Quickly pulling her foot up, Lyla steps back from the ladder so if anyone is looking up, she will not be seen. The only problem is, the light, it is on when normally it should be off. Standing there for a moment, she listens for the sound of someone approaching but she does not hear anything except for the pounding in her head.
Angst begins to take over again as she looks around for a place to hide. Thunder rolls deeply through the air as the wind and rain starts to pick up once again. This makes it much more difficult to hear while in the attic space. “Shit!” says Lyla to herself as she looks around. She knows she is trapped.
What if it is Marcus and he is looking for her? What if it’s not? What if it’s Crispin? After all he looked up as if he knew she was in the attic and he did step off toward the kitchen only moments ago. Lyla begins moving in the direction of the attic where earlier, she saw the lightning flicker. She knows no matter what she needs to get moving and to find a place to hide.
“There has to be windows over there somewhere.” she whispers as she crawls on her hands and knees toward the far end of the house. It is tedious and very slow going since she has to practically pull herself along as she weaves in and out of beams. Lightning crackles in the air and thunder hits almost immediately.
With a loud pop the power goes out again leaving Lyla in complete darkness. She stops immediately in a crawling position and turns her head to look in the direction of the hole where the ladder is. She freezes in place and she waits.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 85) Pop Open
Sitting there in the dimly lit attic, Lyla’s heart is racing and she can feel the blood pumping through her head and she knows she must get moving. “He knows I’m here.” she says to herself as she quickly and quietly starts to move back to the main area of the attic. Crawling and carefully placing herself on the beams has made her knees and hands dreadfully sore but she is working through the pain as best she can, she has to.
“He’s going to come up! I know it; he’s going to find me! Damn it, damn it!” she says as she tries to pick up the pace. Even though the small light is on Lyla still cannot see very far into the eaves and angles of the house. The glow of the single bulb is casting odd shadows back through the beams and rafters creating a dizzy effect. It almost looks like there is movement in the shadows, which causes Lyla even more distress.
“I need to hide,” she says to herself, “where can I hide?” Crawling back through the dusty rafters as fast as she can, she finally reaches the ladder. Standing there, hesitating, she is not sure if she should try to go down stairs or continue in the direction she is going. She feels she should try to reach the other end of the house where there might be a window.
Wavering back and forth with her thoughts, she decides it might be better to get away from the house altogether and that would be by going back downstairs to the kitchen and out the front door. Lyla places her left foot on the first rung of the ladder when suddenly she hears the little pantry door pop open two floors below.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 84) Holds His Stare
“Hum, would you look at that?” says one of the men as Crispin slowly walks toward them. “We must have really been bringing down the house, eh?” he says laughingly as he picks up the piece of spackling and places it in Crispin’s hand. “Yes, I would say you did a marvelous job indeed.” says Crispin as he shakes hands with each of the band members. He then very slowly glances up to where Lyla is and holds his stare for a long time. It was much too long for Lyla. She quickly pulls her eye away from the little hole as if she had been shot.
“Damn it!” she says gritting her teeth. She can feel her entire body tense up as her heart begins to pound loudly. She then hears Crispin talking again. “You guys did a remarkable job, with and without power.” He says in a rather upbeat manner. All of them laugh, then he continues with “I may require your services in the future.” He sees the musicians to the door. Hearing this, Lyla looks back down at the foyer as Crispin comes into view once again.
In a very casual manner, he puts his hands in his pockets and glances into the living and dining room to see if anyone has stayed behind. He is very calm and cool as he looks straight up at her trying to make it as obvious as possible that he knows she is there. He grins as if he can see right through the tiles of the ceiling.
Crispin looks down for a second or two and when he glances back up at her, he has a big wide smile on his face. Slowly he turns and steps out of view as he heads in the direction of the kitchen. Lyla knows he will find the little door to the attic and ultimately, her.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 83) She Freezes In Fear
“Good timing, now I can really see what’s going on.” Lyla quietly peeks though the hole to the brightly lit room. She watches as several people cruise from the foyer to the living and dining rooms, drinks in hand. A few individuals are saying goodbye to each other as they head home now that there seems to be a slight break in the storm.
“If you ever find Lyla, tell her it was a great party!” says Rachel as she and four others walk out the front door. “Oh Rachel, I’m so glad you are okay.” Lyla whispers as she spies on the group from above. “Where are you Crispin?” As if on cue, Crispin slowly walks from the dining room into the brightly lit foyer. He looks perfectly put together as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened tonight. He has his suit jacket on and his tie loosened in a relaxed way.
“It was a pleasure to meet you.” says a man to Crispin as the two shake hands. “Likewise.” replies Crispin as he smiles without a care. “Give me a call if you’re interested in doing business.” One man says to Crispin as they too shake hands. He and his wife head for the front door. “Oh that I will, that I will.” repeats Crispin as he slowly looks around.
Lyla knows he is looking for her and this makes her incredibly nervous. The music has stopped and it seems that more and more of the group have decided to call it a night. Crispin walks out of sight and Lyla is overcome with a very uneasy, sickening feeling. She does not see him anywhere. The musicians have loaded up their gear and have stopped directly underneath the light fixture where Lyla is lying. One of the men begins to tap at his jacket and then his pant pockets. It appears he is looking for his car keys.
“Oh, I found them!” he yells in the direction of the dining room. At that moment, as if in slow motion, a tiny piece of the ceiling falls from around the light fixture landing on one of the musician’s instrument cases. Lyla freezes in fear. She lies there, perfectly still, holding her breath and hoping they do not notice it. Her eyes are wide open as she watches them closely.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 82) What If
Lying flat and across open beams, Lyla peers through a small hole where the wiring of the light is strung through. The power is still out and she needs to let her eyes adjust from using the flashlight so she flips it off. Lying face down in the dark, she stays incredibly quiet and shuts her eyes. Again, her hearing seems to magnify itself as she can now make out voices and words as the sounds from below become easier to hear. A few minutes later thunder breaks the quiet as the house shakes in response; Lyla keeps her eyes closed tight.
She tries to imagine what it would be like if she had stayed in the city and never answered the email from Crispin. What if Marcus, Penny, and Marnie could not be tied to her in any fashion, their lives would be calm and normal today. Oh how quickly things can change. In a split second, the lives of many were disturbed and it was so very easy to do. As these thoughts run through her head she finds herself getting angry and she tries to focus again on her breathing.
Deeply she inhales and slowly exhales through her mouth trying to relax when there is a loud cheer from the group below. Opening her eyes, she sees the power has come back on and the attendees below are clapping and laughing.
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To Dance With A Fetch (Excerpt 81) Ceiling Over The Foyer
“I need to see what’s going on downstairs,” Lyla mumbles to herself as she tries to calm her nerves. One thing she knows she can count on is that Crispin is down there and he will not leave, not until he finds her. She looks around trying to get her directions straight in her mind so she will know which way to go.
“I’ve got to get to the ceiling over the foyer so I can see all the way down to the first floor.” She shines the flashlight in the direction of the music, which is now terribly hard to hear. Most of the attic is hard wood flooring but over near where she must go there are only beams, sheetrock and plaster. “Looks like I’ll be crawling.” She gets on her hands and knees and slowly crawls through the rafters and beams of the dark attic being careful not to step through the ceiling.
Many years of debris has gathered on the wood and a couple of times Lyla has almost sneezed as she makes her way along. Her hands are dirty from the breakdown of building materials that has lightly coated the entire space. Her dark blue pants have now turned to golden beige as she slides through the powdery dust. It takes several minutes but she finally makes her way to the light fixture of the two-story foyer.
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