The Wall - Part Four

It’s been three days, and I haven’t been able to sleep, eating very little and my kitchen is getting to be a mess. I’ve still managed to write but it’s slow, slower than when I first started. All of three pages since the other night. Yet each night the voice repeats the same word and the hand appears.

I’ve been thinking about calling a paranormal expert to come out and get his feedback but if he did, I somehow suspect nothing would happen.

Last night did tell me in part who I was dealing with though I have yet to see a face. When the hand came through the wall, palm up as it has been and the voice saying, Come, another part of the body slipped past the wall and it was a sleek leg and bare-footed, belonging to a woman, or maybe a young girl, hard to tell, but at least I know who is trying to communicate with me, I just don’t understand why.

Why is she tormenting me so? Or is she asking, begging me for help? I just don’t know. But I do know I can’t go on like this much longer.

At least today, I can leave the house and take care of my Monday business. Hopefully that will take my mind off all this.

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The only downside to my day was the ticket I go from a policeman for weaving in and out of traffic as if I were drunk. He did a breathalyzer test on me which came up negative. But I had twenty days to either pay the fine or appear in court. I would just pay the fine. It’s my own fault driving without having any sleep for the last couple days. I didn’t bat an eye when I looked at the fine: $500. It was worth paying instead of explaining to the officer or the judge why things happened the way they did. I do that and instead of jail I’d probably end up in an asylum someplace. And even there I would think I wouldn’t be safe.

I need sleep.

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After stopping at a Big Lots and bought some muscle relaxers and sleeping pills, I had hoped that when I finished writing for the night, I could fall asleep. I really looked a mess. Unshaven for three days, bags the size of a suitcase under my eyes and my once in shape body, looked like it was going south—deep south.

But I had a schedule to keep and I had promised my publishers I’d have this manuscript to them in five weeks. If things went good, I could be done in two, then go back in and make any necessary changes. That part always sucked but even for as long as I’ve had a relationship with Bradley Publishing, I still didn’t trust they would catch any of mistakes, so I always went over very carefully.

Two more chapters and this baby is finished.

Jazzie drove over to Luke’s house to get him to drive her in his car to a warehouse near the docks. She was finally able to track King Dumango’ne again and this time there wouldn’t be any interference like the last time. Last time, she had him in her sights, but he sensed her presence and ordered over fifty of his followers to take her out. Luckily, she had enough extra firepower that she was able to dissuade them from advancing on her and she made her escape.

Jazzie knew she was good at what she does but even fifty crazy mind-controlled freaks were too much for her. This time, her sources told her it would just be King Dumango’ne, three of his thug underlings and four other people. A meeting was set to discuss transport of import chemicals to the Philippines and Moscow. Chemicals that would be distributed by more of King’s thugs to unsuspecting strangers.

Once she was able to talk Luke into taking her and having him wait two miles back for her return, they drove in silence before Luke finally broke the ice.

“Jazzie, I’ve known you almost ten years and I still don’t understand this passion you have about ridding the world of all these evil-doers you talk about. I’ve never seen them, none of my friends have seen them, but you can. Why is that? Why, just you?’

“Luke, it’s a long story—okay, six years ago I was in an accident in California. A bad one where I had to have brain surgery. I was pretty messed up. Right after it was over,

sometime during the night, I had this—vision, I guess. The vision was a man who told me my destiny and what I was to do. Shortly after that, I faded back into a deep sleep, but when I woke up the next day, mind you, I sat up in bed, felt perfectly fine, found my clothes, dressed and left the hospital without checking out. It wasn’t much longer after when I started to … see things, things no normal person could or would. And that’s the short and only version I’m going to talk about.

“You’ve always been a good friend to me, Luke, let’s keep it that way and don’t ask me any more questions about it. The less you know, the better off you are, even though you know too much now as it is.”

Just as she finished saying that, Luke pulled into the south end of the docks.

“Okay, you’re here. Do you know which warehouse it is. There’s like two dozen of them.”

“It has the number: 1623646 stenciled on the door. I’ll find it. Go back and have coffee over at Davy’s Locker and try to relax. Hopefully this shouldn’t take long.”

Not waiting for a reply, she hurriedly stepped out of the car and made her way toward the warehouses situated in four lots.

Luke stared through his windshield at her until the misty fog started to rise erased her from sight and ...

Come.

My head snapped back and turned to the left looking at the wall.

“Come where, dammit!”

That hand, sliding like melted butter came out of the wall, palm up and the tips were aimed right at me. Then one of her legs appeared.

Come. Take my hand. I want you and I know you want me. You have always wanted me.

As those words rushed over me, this time, a portion of her face protruded through the wall. Not really a pretty sight as her face and the wall seemingly blended together.

Whoever this is, she was trying to escape the confines of where she was held. If I ….

“If I take your hand, will I be setting you free, out of danger?”

Come. Take my hand. We will both be free. Forever.

“Who are you? Why me?”

Come. We will be free together. I know you love me, Andrew. You always have.

As she said that, the clock started to strike midnight again. Her face, leg, and hand retracted back to the other side of the wall and once more, she paraded back and forth uttering what I could only think of as foul obscenities and a vile anger.

But, she knows my name.