Call of the Moon

Call of the Moon

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

Call of the Moon is a Horror with lashings of Erotica, lightly inspired by Silent Hill and The Forbidden Game by LJ Smith. Lindsey is a normal woman trying to get through life, but life is biting back and is in total chaos. To make matters worse, she is getting prank calls, her ex-boyfriend seems to have vanished off the face of the Earth and Lindsay's boss keeps giving her mounds of work to do. She is thrust into a dark world and may lose everything... For more https://enjaytaylor.wordpress.com/

Summary

Call of the Moon is a Horror with lashings of Erotica, lightly inspired by Silent Hill and The Forbidden Game by LJ Smith.
Lindsey is a normal woman trying to get through life, but life is biting back and is in total chaos. To make matters worse, she is getting prank calls, her ex-boyfriend seems to have vanished off the face of the Earth and Lindsay's boss keeps giving her mounds of work to do. She is thrust into a dark world and may lose everything...
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Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter One

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 13, 2018

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 13, 2018

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The night was still and had only just begun. The sunset, dissolving into a vibrant purple sky, looked very serene as Lindsay Delfino walked the pavement, listening to the flat slap of her own footsteps. She passed shuttered shop windows that wouldn’t be opening any time soon. They were closed, abandoned and a reflection of the world’s financial despair. On the other side of the street there was a park, usually teeming with people but like the street, seemingly empty of life. A stray dog scampered past the entrance to the park, sniffed a lamp post and a bin that had overflowed with trash. Lindsay stopped walking for a moment to watch the dog pick out its evening meal from the paper wrappers and discarded fast food boxes. The dog looked up and saw her as it munched a leftover burger. The dog looked beautiful with a long grey coat, a black stripe down its flanks, patches of white on its underside, and startling blue eyes that seemed intelligent, humanly so, she thought. She wasn’t sure of the dog’s breed, a Husky-cross, maybe. Lindsay considered that it may not be a stray but a runaway; it looked groomed and well fed.

She left the animal to its adventures and headed home, wanting to rid herself of the day. It had been a long ass day at that. Having woken up at four-thirty in the morning, showered, dressed and caffeinated, she had walked to work. Her office had been immensely busy. The mounds of data she had to input appeared unreal and felt like it was never going to end. She had taken a few quiet moments during her lunch hour to call the garage where her car was being repaired, only to be told it would be at least another three weeks before they could get the parts needed.

Now she reached her garden gate. With a frustrated sigh at the thought of walking to work for the foreseeable future, Lindsay reached for her front door keys as she walked down the path towards the door. As she fumbled around inside her handbag, something caught her eye at the garden gate - the dog. Lindsay gasped. The sight of the dog and those eyes so close startled her. The dog gave her a strange glare before looking away then continued its journey. She went back down the path to the gate with the keys in her hand, but the dog had gone. Confused as to why the dog had followed and not approached her, she went back to the front door and let herself into the house.

The small house, nestled in a small suburb of Chicago was run down and in need of redecorating and refurbishing. It would have been cosier if it wasn’t for the litter of her ex-boyfriend - Steven’s stuff. He'd left it when he walked out on her, a week before. She hadn’t been able to get in touch with him after that night of violent arguing. Message after message left, and he hadn’t returned any, not even to yell at her. Lindsay felt relieved to be out from under Steven’s control and laziness. He'd been unemployed for almost a year and sunk into deep depression. He drank heavily, stayed up all night. Jealousy plagued him and everything came to a head a week ago when she went out with her girlfriends for drinks. Making her way to the kitchen, she pondered trying to call Steven again then changed her mind.

She put a light under a pan containing the remains of some chicken stew that she had cooked a day ago. She wasn’t the obsessive type and knew that she was giving Steven more thought than he deserved. Ten years they had spent together and this past year proved more of a nightmare with every passing argument. Lindsay read her mail and listened to her answering machine, still not a word from Steven. She shook her head as she made a pot of tea and buttered bread, trying to dismiss him from her thoughts. The evening ritual began. This was her time and she relished being able to wind down over supper at her laptop on the kitchen table. Her social networks were just as de-motivating as life seemed to be at that moment. Her friends and family complained about work, kids and the weather as well as each other. Finding things to feel good about had become hard, but she was never the sort of person to give up. She was interrupted by the phone ringing and went to answer it.

“Hello?” Silence…“Hello?” she repeated. 
Lindsay heard a dragging and a scratching sound through the receiver. She pulled the phone away, stared at it with confusion and then returned it to her ear. 
“Hello?” Lindsay repeated again and just as she was about to hang up, she heard a voice. “The moon will be high, the moon will be bright and it will call on you upon the night.” The harsh whisper sounded like a lullaby. Who is this?” she asked, irritated. The phone line went dead and she had to hang up. Lindsay held her head beneath her chin and clutched her hair with one hand as if it was too heavy for her body to keep upright.

She gave a heavy sigh; she didn’t need prank calls on top of everything else. Lindsay cleared the remains of her meal, no longer hungry. She poured a large glass of Chardonnay from the fridge and took it upstairs. She would drink it while taking a bath. She felt tired and the steep stairs hurt her calves. Wearily, she reached the top and entered the bathroom. Lindsay perched her wine glass on a small wooden stool beside the tub and began to run the taps. She shook in some bath salts and lit a couple of vanilla scented candles to help her relax. Laying back in the hot steamy bubbles and let them soak her aching muscles. She found it hard to be in the moment as she lay there, her mind swimming with thoughts of work, the car, Steven and the phone call. She washed her face and tried to quiet her mind. The loudest thoughts were about the strange caller’s words - nagging at her and rattling around her mind. She took a sip of wine and rinsed her hair. She massaged a soapy sponge around her shoulders, neck, her chest and breasts trying to rid her muscles of stress and tension. The moon will be high, the moon will be bright and it will call on you upon the night, floated through her mind like a nursery rhyme, loud and clear. She felt like the rhyme was outside her head for a moment; the words and voice seemed next to her ear. She felt dizzy and a cool breeze drifted over her. She shook her head hard. Why can’t I rid myself of that call? Heaving her body out of the bath, she slipped into her bathrobe, wrapped her long, ash-blonde hair in a towel and took her glass of wine into the bedroom. She lit her bedside lamp, perched the wine glass beside it and flopped onto her bed. Lindsay picked up her kindle and found her place. It was an anthology called ‘Bloody Sexy’, edited by one of her favourite authors, Carmilla Voiez. She was just about to read ‘Blood Drenched Eyes’, by Pamela Marie Osmond, when the phone rang downstairs. With an effort, she ignored it. She was too tired and wanted to relax. Answering the phone at this time of the night wasn’t something she relished, especially if it was another prank call. 

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