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Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.






Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 9 - Conclusion

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 9


Carcass, noun: The dead body of an animal; the trunk of an animal such as a cow, sheep, or pig, for cutting up as meat; the remains of a cooked bird after all the edible parts have been removed; the remains of something being discarded, dismembered, or worthless.

Geek, noun: An unfashionable or socially inept person; [usually with modifier] a knowledgeable and obsessive enthusiast; a carnival performer who performs wild or disgusting acts; verb: Engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail; be or become extremely excited or enthusiastic about a subject, typically one of specialist or minority interest:

Slash, verb: Cut (something) with a violent sweeping movement, typically using a knife or sword; reduce (a price, quantity, etc.) greatly; noun: A cut made with a wide, sweeping stroke; a wound or gash made by a cut with a wide, sweeping stroke.

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The Gravel Pits-Part 9 -Conclusion


     Just when she thought she might have lost him a hand reached out from in front of her and grabbed her saying, “Found you.”
     “Don’t panic it’s me Karl.” he said, “Are you okay Kathleen? He didn’t harm you?” 
       “I have some bruises, but I’m okay.” she answered, I'm so glad you're here.

      Kathleen relaxed for a moment in Karl’s arms that he put around her, but then she remembered the man was still out there.

     “I saw his car parked in front of the Sulphur springs, you weren’t in it and I saw him enter the woods so I assumed you were in here. I slashed one of his tires, but he's the kind of geek to drive on it. We better get moving to my car before he gets here. My car is that way,” Karl said pointing.

     Kathleen heard a noise behind Karl and then saw the man come into view. He swung a log at Karl’s head and then with the other hand reached out to grab Kathleen but missed. As Karl fell down, Kathleen ducked, grabbed a log herself with her other hand and swung it at the man connecting with his head. The man’s head bled profusely and he dropped like a stone. Kathleen bent over Karl and helped him up as he pointed the way to his car. Kathleen dragged Karl to the car where he insisted she drive.
      “I can’t. I don’t know how,” Kathleen protested.
    “You can do this I can direct you, but I can’t see well enough to drive. I’ve got double vision.”

     Karl then showed her how to shift the gears and drive before buckling himself and her into the car. Kathleen wanted to take him to the hospital, but Karl insisted they go straight to his dad. Kathleen floored the car driving as fast as she could to the police station, but it was at least twenty miles away and it seemed like forever as she drove. she was terrified but she would not let this man catch them she decided as her adrenalin kicked in.  Karl seemed groggy and Kathleen kept talking to him to keep him awake. Just before they got to the out skirts of London the man caught up to them and banged the back of Karl’s dad’s car almost pushing them off the road. Kathleen kept the car steady and headed towards the police station. Kathleen raced through the city with the man on her tail. Finally turning into the police station driveway, the car disappeared. Kathleen got out and took Karl into the police station.
    “Can I help you?” asked the policeman at the desk.

    Kathleen burst into tears and then still shaking, she blurted through sobs, “I....kid ...”
   “You’re not making sense miss. Did this boy hurt you?”
   Karl took Kathleen in his arms and let her cry into his shoulder as he explained, “I’m Karl Ward, my dad works here.”
   “Oh you’re Lieutenant Peter Ward’s boy,” the policeman acknowledged.
   “Yes, I am,” Karl replied.
   “So what happened Karl? Can you tell me while I summon your dad?”
  “This is my friend Kathleen Jones. You have a BOLO out on her. That weirdo that you look for, kidnapped her. You know the guy who may have killed that girl Gina Waterstone? I spotted his car and I found Kathleen running from him in the woods. He caught up with us and hit me on the head but Kathleen saved me hitting him on smack dap on the head when he tried to grab her again. Then we drove here and he followed,” Karl said.
   “Your head bleeds.  I believe you both need to go to hospital. Now is the perp still out there?”
   “No, he took of once we turned into the station. But he did hit the back of our car when we were on the highway outside of town. There may be some paint scrapings you could get there,” Karl said and then finishing he said, “My head hurts.”
   “And here’s help right on cue,” the policeman said.

     The ambulance attendants arrived and diagnosed the Kathleen was in shock and said that Karl needed stitches and probably had a concussion. They loaded the two teens up and into the ambulance.
     “I’ll have your father meet you at the hospital Karl,” the policeman promised.

    The teens were seen almost immediately, though Kathleen refused to be far from Karl; so they set him up in a bed near her with the curtain drawn so they could examine her.
   Great-Aunt Frieda arrived at the hospital a half an hour after the ambulance and crying she said, “Thank, God you’re alive.”
  After the tears and reunion took place, they recommended an overnight stay for Kathleen because of shock. Karl’s father arrived three hours later to find Karl sitting beside Kathleen’s bed holding her hand his head sewn with twenty stitches.
    “We got him. You’re safe,” Lieutenant Ward reassured them.
    “You got him dad?”
    “I’m safe? He won’t get out on bail?” asked Kathleen
    “No he won’t get out of jail. I’m afraid he’s dead.”
   “Good! I'd like to kick his carcass, ” Karl exclaimed vehemently, “How did it happen, anyway?”
    “Karl!!”
   “He hurt Kathleen. He would have raped and killed her and he killed other women. He deserved to die, dad. you have to admit that,” Karl insisted.
   “No one deserves to die. Jail can be a terrible punishment. He tried to get away, but he was trapped and when he got out of the car he shot at us and my colleagues fired back. He died in a battle of gunfire,” Lieutenant Ward explained.
   “He can’t hurt me...”Kathleen said and then began to cry again.
   Karl went to her and hugged her again as the nurse came in and told his father and Karl that they had to go.
   “I’m not going home. Kathleen needs me,” Karl insisted.
   “It’s very unusual and I better be able to trust you young man. This young lady needs you for assurance only understand?”
  “Yes, ma’am,” Karl replied politely.
  “Fine then you can stay, but only if you lie down in that bed there. You have a head injury and should rest. She’ll hear your breathing and know you’re there. I’ll check you in a couple of hours,” the nurse said.
   Karl’s dad left smiling, reassured the teens were going to be fine and went back to work. In the morning Kathleen was escorted home by Karl and his father. Karl saw Kathleen to the door.
  “Terri is anxious to see you, but dad said she had to wait until tomorrow,” Karl stated.
   “Thanks for coming to save me Karl,” Kathleen said.
  “It’s nothing any boyfriend would have done. Besides you could have saved yourself. You are so brave,” Karl insisted.
  “Karl, are you my boyfriend now?” Kathleen asked surprised.
  “I’d like to be,” Karl said.
  “Then it’s settled you’re my boyfriend,” Kathleen claimed then kissed him gently on the cheek and said, “See you later, Karl.”
 “See you later Kathleen,” Karl cried planting a soft kiss on her lips and then leaving.

   Kathleen danced as she came in the house, “My first real kiss, because you can’t count Tommy Gunderson,” she called out to no one and then said, “I have a boyfriend and he’s handsome and older. All the girls will hate me. I love it!”
Then she giggled happily. Great-Aunt Frieda heard Kathleen’s record player turn on and the song ‘And then he kissed me’ by the Crystal’s come on full blast and sounds of Kathleen dancing around the room.

   Great-Aunt Frieda went into the kitchen made herself a cup of tea and took out a cookie from a batch she kept back from the bake sale. Great-Aunt Frieda smiled, Kathleen sounded herself again after that horrible kidnapping.She had come out of this with very little harm thank goodness. It had been a hairy situation but it was over.The boy Karl had finally declared himself. Karl was a good boy brought up properly he wouldn’t take advantage of Kathleen.  God had seen their family through this tribulation and all was right with the world. She could relax for a while until the next teenage drama, of course, hopefully not anytime soon.
      Next on her agenda making a fabulous picnic lunch for Kathleen; Karl and his family were meeting them at the gravel pits for a swim and a picnic. Time to make peace with the gravel pits and the terrible thing that almost happened nearby. They could make some new happy memories for the all the teens Terri, Karl and Kathleen. It would be a beautiful day the weather was perfect. If she hurried she could just about make her German potato salad in time, before she let Kathleen know about the picnic and swim.
The End

©Sheilagh Lee  September 17, 2014


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 8

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 8


Carcass, noun: The dead body of an animal; the trunk of an animal such as a cow, sheep, or pig, for cutting up as meat; the remains of a cooked bird after all the edible parts have been removed; the remains of something being discarded, dismembered, or worthless.

Geek, noun: An unfashionable or socially inept person; [usually with modifier] a knowledgeable and obsessive enthusiast; a carnival performer who performs wild or disgusting acts; verb: Engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail; be or become extremely excited or enthusiastic about a subject, typically one of specialist or minority interest:

Slash, verb: Cut (something) with a violent sweeping movement, typically using a knife or sword; reduce (a price, quantity, etc.) greatly; noun: A cut made with a wide, sweeping stroke; a wound or gash made by a cut with a wide, sweeping stroke.

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                                        The Gravel Pits-Part 8

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     Stuck in the trunk Kathleen panicked she needed to find a way out, She found her mind going to the car magazines that had belonged to her dead father. He had considered him self a car geek and she had loved to browse those magazines with him. Kathleen remembered seeing in one of those magazines with a description of this car. Karl had been correct that it had been a Ford Fairline but this was also a muscle car and a rare edition that. It was some kind of weird name like a snake or something. Cobra, that was the name. She’d remembered the name for all the good it did her trapped her in its trunk.
     She hit her arm out and hit the spare tire. Banging it she managed to dislodge and move to the front of the trunk so she could get at the seat. Some of these seats folded down if she could somehow get it to do so she could escape. If only she could find the switch. She pushed at the seat at several places. Nothing happened, no movement. She began to think she’d die in here. She took out the knife again and tried to slash through the edges of the seat and triggered something. The seat began to fold down.
     She was free she could escape as long as he didn’t come out. It was dark and the parking lot was empty she observed through the bag Plexiglas window. She saw the bar with its name in neon lights After Hours.
     Kathleen had never heard of the bar. Where was she? She looked and saw woods at the edge of the property on the other side of the property and on the other side the gravel road that the car had travelled in on. If she escaped to the road, it’s the first place he would look for her.  She’d have to brave the woods and hoped they would come out to somewhere she could seek help.
   Kathleen climbed over the seat and opened the front driver’s door quietly as she watched the bar hoping he wouldn’t see the light on in the car. She entered the woods stealthily and ran quickly through the woods. She came upon a path and followed it to a clearing. The dim light from the moon revealed a sulphur water fed spring. She was at the Sulphur Springs and the nearest home was four footballs fields away but it was there. She could seek help and be safe. She ran around the front of the springs to the road and then she heard it. With the rumbling of a car Kathleen darted to the woods, but not soon enough as she was caught in the headlights. She picked up her pace as she heard the car door open and him call to her.
   “Give it up little girlie. I’m not going to kill you. I won't leave your carcass on the road, if you come to me now. I kind of like your feistiness. I’ve decided you’re the one I’ll keep. After all we were destined to be together.”
   This sent chills down Kathleen's spine. Kathleen picked up her pace, but heard him hot on her trail, as branches started hitting her in the face. Just when she thought she might have lost him a hand reached out from in front of her and grabbed her saying, “Found you.”

©Sheilagh Lee  September 10, 2014

To be continued

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

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Stalking the Demon by Writer CIARA BALLINTYNE 


The cracks in our souls bleed darkness. High fantasy. 

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STALKING THE DEMON
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Date of Publication – 31 October 2014

Genre:  High Fantasy (Adult)
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Alloran lost his hand to thwart his renegade friend–but the 
world is still going to hell. 

Six months after Ladanyon's defeat, Gisayne is fading away
 from a baffling illness. Alloran is desperate for a cure, but he has 
a secret–the seven circles of hell are unstable. His worst fear is that 
the terrible mirror spell cast upon Gisayne has wrought some connection
 between her and the demon dimensions. 
As everything Alloran loves races toward destruction, he does the 
unthinkable and refuses to obey the council of wizards. The only people
 who can help him are the two research assistants assigned by the
 council–but he knows he can't trust them. All the answers are 
locked away in the last place anyone wants to go: hell!! 


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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 7

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 7


Bribery, noun: The giving or offering of a bribe.

Clobber, verb [with object] hit (someone) hard;
treat or deal with harshly; defeat heavily [with object].

Skeptical, adjective: Not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.

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                                        The Gravel Pits-Part 7

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     Terri came over and for two days they baked and cooked. Terri and Kathleen made muffins and cookies and cakes. Great- Aunt Frieda offered bribery some of the baked goods, but the job was tedious. They made casseroles and other meat dishes and Jell-O salads, until they thought they'd scream because it seemed so boring. Great-Aunt Frieda said they'd soon be done but Kathleen was skeptical, at least until they took the last cake out of the oven. 

  “Kathleen we need some linens, there are about fifteen white table cloths in the far closet upstairs near your bedroom. Please bring them here,” requested Great-Aunt Frieda just when Kathleen thought she take a break.

   Kathleen ran up the stairs and went to the cupboard and took out the linens that Great-Aunt-Frieda would loan to the church for the sale. She then started thinking about her lucky escape two days ago and grew frightened. Even going to the church seemed terrifying so she decided to tuck her dad’s Swiss army knife down her go-go boots before she went to load the car with the linens and food; after all better safe than sorry.
They loaded up the car and Great-Aunt Frieda drove them Terri and Kathleen to the church while she went to pick up Terri’s mother and the food from there house and a few other church ladies houses. There she opened the church with a key she took out of her purse. Then she helped them set up one table and then they placed all the food at that one. Great-Aunt Frieda instructed them to set up the tables, (twenty of them) while she left to pick some other foods from Terri’s house.
    The tables were soon set up and Terri became bored then she said to Kathleen, “I need to go to the bathroom. Want to come?”
   “I don’t have to go besides I want to put the Jell-O salad in the church fridge until it’s served,” Kathleen answered, “Do you think my chocolate cake will do okay in the raffle?”
   “Yes and my dorky brother will probably bid on it. See you in a couple of minutes,” Terri replied.
   A few seconds later Kathleen heard footsteps and asked, “Terri is that you,”
   “Hardly brown eyes,” a voice answered.

  As Kathleen turned she saw a man sticking his whole hand into her raffle cake and taking a big chunk.
   “Mmm yummy cake,” he said.

    Kathleen’s whole body filled with chill and her feet felt cemented to the floor. Then without thinking, she turned to flee, but in seconds her hands were grabbed and twisted behind her back.
   “Now is that anyway to treat a guy who offered you a ride the other day?”
   “Please, let me go!” Kathleen begged as he propelled her towards the door.
   “No I’m taking you for a ride, unless your friend Terri is here? She could join us too.”
   “No, I’m alone. But my Great-Aunt and Terri are due back any minute,” Kathleen insisted.
   “Then we better take that ride before they get back,” the man demanded.

   Kathleen struggled kicking back with her feet and even biting his left hand, but he still managed to push her into the car. Instead of putting her in on a seat, he opened the trunk. He clobbered her on the head, took out some rope trussed up her hands and feet and threw her in the trunk. Kathleen started crying as the car started up and her whole body felt the bumps as the car when down a gravel road. At least Terri was safe maybe Terri had heard and would call the police to save her? No, somehow she had to save herself. She tried moving this way and that and then realized if she bent her right wrist back she could slip it out of the rope. Being double jointed did come in handy. She managed to get her wrist out and reach down for her dad’s Swiss army knife in her boot. It had moved almost to her foot. She had to move around awkwardly, in the small space of the trunk to get it dislodged and to propel it to the top of her boot. This seemed to take hours but she knew it was really minutes as the knife dropped into her free hand.  She cut away at the rope on her left wrist and then was able to remove the rope from her feet. Now how could she get out of the trunk? She worked at the catch but it wouldn't budge. She was trapped and the car was still moving. would she become a statistic like that poor girl they had found two days ago? No, she had to think of another way before he stopped this car. 
    The car's engine came to an abrupt stop and Kathleen's heart felt like it had entered her mouth. This was it, her time was up he'd open the trunk and do whatever he was going to do to her, she thought. She heard a bang on the trunk and she hit her head on it. 
    "Hey little bitch, I'll be back to deal with you in a few hours after I have some beer. Maybe the time we'll teach you not to bite the hand that holds you. If you're a good girl when I get back we'll have some fun and maybe I'll even bring you a beer. No, maybe not, you're not old enough to drink. Are you?" he laughed.
   Kathleen then heard his boots hitting pavement. So they were in parking lot? Parking lots meant people. She started to scream and bang, but no one came. What kind of a dive had no people. The kind of dive a serial killer hang out at a little voice said.
   Kathleen felt herself baking in the late afternoon sun; it was so hot in the trunk. She had to find a way out not only because he was coming back to kill her, but because the heat in the trunk might kill her before that.

©Sheilagh Lee  September 3, 2014

To be continued


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 6

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 6


Entanglement, noun: The action or fact of entangling or being entangled; a complicated or compromising relationship or situation; an extensive barrier, typically made of interlaced barbed wire and stakes, erected to impede enemy soldiers or vehicles

Death, noun: The action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.

Heartless, adjective: Displaying a complete lack of feeling or consideration.

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                                        The Gravel Pits-Part 6




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      Another girl was dead? How could this have happened? This girl had been only a year older than Kathleen and yet she had met her death. How had she gotten in such an entanglement Kathleen grew scared. This man that she thought so interesting; could he have kidnapped and murdered this girl? Had Kathleen escaped the same fate and this girl been snatched because she dressed like Kathleen? Had he followed her to the concert to kidnap Kathleen? Did he know where Kathleen lived? No, she’d met him at the Sulphur Springs. He couldn’t know where she lived or he’d also have known Karl wasn’t her brother. The sooner they caught this man the better. Should she go down to the police station and help them draw a composite picture of the man? She’d call Karl and ask him he’d know. She dialed but there was no answer.

   “Kathleen, put that phone down and hurry up we’ll be late for church. You’ll have to eat properly afterwards but here’s some oatmeal cookies,” Great-Aunt Frieda cried holding out the cookies.
   “I’m coming,” Kathleen answered putting on her shoes.

    When they arrived at church it was almost time to start so they quickly sat in their pew. When the service was over, Kathleen spotted Karl and Terri. Kathleen thought about her grounding and knew Great Aunt Frieda would frown on her speaking with them. Kathleen glanced at her great-aunt.

  “Go over there, you have ten minutes to speak with them while I speak to Reverend Clarke then we’re leaving,” Great-Aunt Frieda advised.
  “Did you hear the news?” Terri whispered as soon as she saw Kathleen.
  “You’re talking of that poor girl? Yes, I heard and it scared me,” Kathleen replied.
  “It should that could have been you,” Karl admonished.
  “Really Karl, don’t be such a dork, you're so heartless. Kathleen has to be scared and won’t do that again. Besides and it was partly that Tommy Gunderson’s fault,” Terri censored.
  “That guy’s a turd.”
  “Karl watch your language in church,” Karl’s mother, Rosa said walking over to him.
  “Sorry, Mom,” Karl commented.
  “Kathleen, Rosa and I haven’t been able to speak with Reverend Clarke or Elsa Brimmer about the upcoming bake sale so I’m going to be a little longer. Why don’t you wait for me outside and take your conversation outside. Just don’t go anywhere, or speak to anyone else.”
  “Thank you Great-Aunt Frieda,” Kathleen said, “And don’t worry I’ll be safe.”
  “I’m not Karl will be with you and he’s a good boy.”

Kathleen hurried outside before her great aunt changed her mind.

Karl yawned.

  “Do we bore you Karl?” Terri asked.
  “You know dad had me down at the station in the middle of night doing a composite of this guy. I’m tired,” Karl complained.
  “Sorry Karl. I’m just glad Dad didn't wake me up.”
  “So if they sent out the composite. They should catch this guy soon right?” Kathleen asked.
  “Dad didn’t want me to tell you girls, but they think this guy is a serial killer. He thought you’d be scared, but I think you being scared is a good idea. Then you know to be careful.  Some girls have been taken in the area over the past three years and he fits the pattern,” Karl admitted.
  “That girl last year in London?” Kathleen asked.
  “No, she doesn’t fit his pattern,” Karl answered.
  “I’m scared Karl. He knows we know what he looks like what if he comes after us?” Terri asked.
  “He won’t but if he did I knife him. See I have my old bowie knife strapped to my left leg,” Karl answered pulling his pant leg up long enough to show them and then quickly putting it down lest anyone else see.
  “After church you're coming to our house?” Terri asked.
  “Huh, I’m lucky I can still speak to you. Great-Aunt Frieda grounded me for a week,” Kathleen explained.
  “Kathleen, since you are grounded for the week I’ve volunteered your services for the bake sale. You can help bake and set up the sale with us,” Great-Aunt Frieda said walking out of the church and over to Kathleen.
  “It’s a hundred degrees out,” commented Kathleen.
  “And the church needs some help, which we are very happy to give, because we are thankful,” admonished Great-Aunt Frieda.
 “Fine. See you in about a week Karl and Terri.”
 “Actually I think you’ll see Terri sooner. Rosa generously offered Terri’s services too.  Terri will be over later this afternoon to help us bake.” Great-Aunt Frieda, Then the two of you will go over and get the church set up on Tuesday for the bake sale Tuesday evening.

   Terri actually looked happy and Kathleen thought even though it was hot, this punishment wasn’t that bad she could spend time with her best friend, Terri. When her punishment had ended she looked forward to going to the gravel pits with Terri and Karl again.

©Sheilagh Lee  August 27, 2014 
to be continued.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 5

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 5


Impulsive, adjective: Acting or done without forethought.

Morose, adjective: Sullen and ill-tempered.

Sparse, adjective: Thinly dispersed or scattered; austere; meager.
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   Karl drove the rest of the way home to Delaware in silence. Kathleen tried to figure out how to confess to her Great- Aunt Frieda what she had done. Would Aunt Frieda want to throw her out? She had lied to Great-aunt Frieda and broken all her rules. She’d also gotten Terri and Karl into trouble. Would they still want to be friends to her?
Frankly Karl had grown on her. She looked at him through her long hair as he concentrated on driving. His hands were at ten and two, showing that he never violated the rules, but he had for her. He’d risked condemnation from his police dad just to save her. How had she not known how handsome he was? And he how smart and brave he was.  Look how calm he’d been with that drowning victim. He’d issued orders and other obeyed then he’d breathed life back into her. That girl was lucky Karl had saved her. Kind of like prince charming he’d saved Kathleen too. Could he ever look at Kathleen as other than his sister’s friend?
    He was really angry at Tommy, on Kathleen’s behalf. Maybe that meant Karl liked her just a little and would forgive her for getting him in trouble? Terri didn’t seem mad but she wasn’t talking to Kathleen. Terri looked like she pretended to sleep or maybe the truth was Terri was asleep?
   Kathleen thoughts were interrupted as she realized they were pulling into her Aunt- Frieda’s driveway. The front porch light was on and Aunt Frieda was on the doorstep.
  “Get in here! Where have you been young lady? Do you know how worried I was?” Great-Aunt Frieda yelled.
   Kathleen walked in the door and told Great-Aunt Frieda everything. Great-Aunt Frieda surprised Kathleen by taking her in her arms and comforting her when she cried about what Tommy had done. Then she surprised Kathleen even more by telling her of an incident when she was young.
  “Once, I was impulsive too and it really harmed me.
  “How?”Kathleen asked.
   “I snuck out and went to a dance with a boy, who had a car. My parents had forbidden me going to this dance, but when this seventeen year old asked me, I had to go. He was handsome older and monied. I was thrilled. I lied and said I stayed at a friend’s too. That’s why I should have known you were lying.
  “I shouldn't have lied, but you don't know how sparse good looking guys are in this town.
 “Kathleen there are more to men then looks there are qualities like kindness, gentleness, and bravery. 
  “We'll you tell me more of what happened on your date?” Kathleen asked.
  “Understand, I don't like to talk about this but because I think you must learn from my mistake, I'll share,  It's a very sad time in my life and after I tell you I don't want questions, or even this commented on, especially to others. Do you except my terms?
  “Yes, Great-Aunt Frieda.
  “On the way home the boy stopped the car and became morose. I begged him to take me home. He said he'd wined dined me and now he wanted his payment. He ripped my clothes and took what he wanted. I told no one. I blamed myself, after all I had lied. Five months later, I realized I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell my parents their fourteen year old daughter had been raped by a seventeen year old acquaintance and was now pregnant. So I remained silent, until it became obvious to my mother. When it came time for the baby to be born, an adoption was arranged for my son. I should have loved my boy, but I couldn’t look at the child without thinking of the rape.” Great-Aunt Frieda then turned and asked Kathleen, “Tell me the truth. did he rape you? 
   Kathleen answered “No, and I'm so sorry for my behaviour, Great-Aunt Frieda.”
  Great-Aunt Frieda continued pressing Kathleen, “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge you. I’ll arrange an abortion if you need one.
“I wasn’t raped Great-Aunt Frieda. He tried, but I kicked him,” Kathleen answered.
“Okay, I’ll drop it,” Great-Aunt Frieda countered “But if you need to talk at any time, I’m here. In the meantime I hate to do this, but you’re grounded for one week for lying to me.”
“That’s not fair. Did your parents ground you?”
“My parents sent me away to live with my grandmother in the country. I was taken out of school and worked on the farm until I turned eighteen. Then I ran away and got a job at a local cafe.”
“Did you ever speak to your parents again?”
“No, but I regretted, that after they died and I reached out to my siblings. Shortly after To your father and mother. Then you were born and I loved you from the very moment I saw you, pumpkin and when your parents died I fought the courts to raise you.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you, Great-Aunt Frieda, but I'm glad you took me in.”
“I know you are and remember I love you and want the best for you when you think my rules are archaic. I’m just glad you didn’t get in the car with that strange man. Promise you’ll never ever think of going with a stranger again. Here you keep this dime in your shoe and if you need to you call me and I’ll come and get you no questions asked,” Great-Aunt Frieda cried.
“I will,” Kathleen promised putting it in one of the shoes she’d just taken off.
“Now it’s time for bed,” Great-Aunt Frieda said pointing to the stairs. Kathleen obeyed and went up the stairs.


  The next morning getting up for church she turned on the radio and heard, “Police seek the whereabouts of Gina Waterstones, six teen years old; Gina, last seen entering a navy blue Ford Fairline car with man in a military style bearing. Gina Waterstones is described as follows: five feet four inches tall, one hundred and eight pounds, with brown hair shoulder length hair and brown eyes, wearing a short mini-style dress with white go-go boots. If you have seen Gina Waterstones, this man or his car, please contact your local police.

  Kathleen worried about that girl but thought they would find her safe and sound soon.

  A few seconds later she heard, "We interrupt this regularly scheduled program with breaking news: The body of a young girl has been found at the Sulphur Springs this morning. Positive identification has not been made at this time. We will update you on this story as more details become available."

To be continued next week.
©Sheilagh Lee  August 20, 2014