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Enjoy an excerpt:
"What was the problem, Roger? Why are they here?" I asked, still trying to figure out what had happened to make him call the cops.
The officer shifted uncomfortably, staring at the ground but said nothing.
"Roger? Why are they here?" I asked, pulling him by the arm, turning him to face me.
"I heard voices under the house," he said flatly. It was clear his mind was struggling with it.
"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"I heard voices under the house," he repeated, giving me a stern look.
The officer kicked at the ground as if waiting for me to give him permission to leave.
"Roger," I began...
"They were talking about me. Three of them. I could hear them shushing each other. But, Ben... I heard them." His voice held a level of desperation. His face twisted, his eyes begging me to believe him. "Benjamin. I swear to you... I heard them." His voice, little more than a whisper, quivered.
Before I could react the harsh crackle of the officers walkie-talkie burst to life.
"Ten four," he said into his shoulder. His eyes, clearly serious, shot to me.
"Thank you, Officer." I barely got the words out of my mouth and he was marching toward the gate.
I turned to follow him but Roger made a beeline in the opposite direction.
"Benjamin, come over here. They've just begun working. Come on. I don't know how long it will last. Hurry," he called excitedly, running back and forth.
About the Author:
The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.
It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told.
I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.
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