Dark City: The Set Up

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!” Kaleigha whimpered as Mr. Jim’s heavy footfalls moved up the stairs.  She pressed her weight against the old door and tried to come up with a plan.

“Amina!”  she called again, but her aunt was asleep.

“Your fate is ours to create,”  the voice was just on the on the other side of the door.  This was just like the nightmares she suffered.  The ruse, the chase, then the torture.

“No, I can’t,”  Kaleigha felt queasy when she thought about how this could play out in real life.  She put her ear to the door and listened. A vision of Mr. Jim standing just left of the door. There was just enough room for her to slip by and get to her mother’s room.

“Ok, let’s go,” Kaleigha steeled herself then opened the door.  She stayed low and scurried down the hall. Her mother’s bedroom door was in reach when his arms closed around her torso.

“You are ours,” the soft voice tickled her ear sending chills over her body.

She let out a soul-rending scream and tried to twist free.

“What the hell is going on?”  Her mother emerged from the bedroom, baseball bat in hand, poised to strike.

“Mama!” Kaleigha reached for the woman as Mr. Jim dropped her.

“I- I- I don’t know,” Mr.Jim’s voice was normal and the man seemed truly confused. “She was in the kitchen.”

“GET OUT!” the woman screeched.

Mr. Jim backed away and disappeared down the stairs.

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