Then Mr. Black sighed, pulling Dr. Phine back from his story, back into the stale, dimly lit room. “So these are his own words?” ask Mr. Black “How did you get such, vivid, information into your notes, Dr. Phine?”
“I must have gone over the tape with him at a later interview.” The doctor replied, “Standard procedure, and I’m sure we would have documented as much detail as he could recall.” Phine found it a strange question; of course that’s what they would have done. Isn’t it? He couldn’t remember.
“So you remember going over the story with David or do you just remember the story?” The man asks as he tried to straighten his strange tie again. It seems to curve on its own accord as soon as his hand would let go.
Dr. Phine started to think. He could hear David’s scream “No! No!!”
“I’m sorry, please continue Dr.”
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In a flash a bight light I could… “No! No!!” I could see pain, then blood, and then darkness.
“What is it David, what’s wrong.” Ask a soft voice.
Then I heard them, I heard them again. “David, let us, David.”
“Blood, there’s blood everywhere,” I could see it running up the face of the cliff, up as far as the eye’s could go. “My hands, my cloths, the cliff, covered, they’re all covered in blood!” Then it happened, another flash. With another flash of light the cliff was gone.
“Where did the blood come from David? Why is it on you?” The voice echoed softer then ever in my mind. But my eyes and my mind where on other things.
“Mom, mom, why can’t you hear me?” I kept trying to say, she was crying and screaming. Dad was pacing behind her.
The voice, that annoying voice, “What’s happened David, where are you?”
“I’m at home, in my room.” Strange I could feel my shoe in my hand. “I’m seven, my shoe in my hand. I can smell the blood. It’s starting to dry.” I can’t move, can’t talk. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Sarah David, is this about Sarah? Is that the night it happened?”
“My mom is hysterical, my dad is screaming behind her. I can’t move; I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything. There’s so much blood. I can hear them, they’re calling to me.” The dark voices are calling me.
“Them who, David? Who is calling you?”
“The dot’s, it’s the red dots. I can see them, in front of my room; in front of my parents, in front of my shoe, even when I close my eyes. They’re there in front of my eyelids calling to me.” I can’t move the dot’s hold me down, paralyze me.
I can hear my mom, crying, ‘What happened David? Are you bleeding?’ My dad was screaming, ‘Where’s Sarah?’ Then my mom would ask, ‘Where did you go?’ I heard my dad yell, ‘Where is your sister?!’
“My parents are devastated, screaming questions and I can’t move. They want to know where I’ve been. If I’m bleeding, where Sarah is? Why isn’t my sister with me? Why can’t I move?”
“David, what happened to Sarah? David. Take us back to what happened.” I could hear the voce plead. Take us back, how. How do I take us back? Then I remembered, it’s just a dream, just a dream. I closed my eyes.
I could hear the voices, the dark voices. “Let us, David, Let us.”
The soft voice echoes, “What happened to Sarah?”
I could feel the answer roll from my lips, in a deep voice I replied. “SHE FELL.”
“Where David, where did she fall.” I could see another flash, woods falling around me, a face, blood, the angel.
“FROM THE SKY, she feel form the sky.”
“Where are you David?”
“The wall, I’m at the wall. I can hear Sarah’s voice, ‘come on David.’ She saying. ‘But we shouldn’t Sarah.’ ‘Oh don’t be such a baby.’ She wanted me to clime the wall.”
“David…David.” I could hear a voice calling my name.
“That’s when I saw him for the first time.” The man, the dark man, I could see him in the shadows calling my name.
“Saw who David, who did you see?”
“The brown man, he looked black in the trees. But I came to know him as the man in brown.” I started to walk to the man, feeling pulled as much as wanting to see who he was.
“Tell me what he looks like David?”
“He’s dark, hidden in the trees. He keeps calling my name. He’s wearing a dusty brown coat. The kind you see in the old cowboy movies. It almost matches his dark brown skin, leather brown skin. He’s tall, very tall.”
“What about his face David?”
“Nothing, he didn’t have one.”
“No face?”
“Nope. No lips, or nose, or eyes, just leathery brown skin where they should have been. But there was also something strange.”
“Stranger then no face?”
“Yes, the moths, there are moths flying around his feet.”
“Moths? Where is Sarah, David?”
“I’m not sure. The brown man keeps calling my name. I couldn’t look away. I think Sarah is climbing. I can feel the man opening his eyes.”
“I thought the brown man had no eyes.”
“No, not eye’s something else. They rippled like pools of blood, two small pools where eyes should have been. That’s when Sarah screamed.”
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