Jazz music playing and an elegantly dressed crowd mingling and swaying on the dance floor, the dinner party was on. Upper class whose who’s came out to celebrate the birthday of one of the neighborhood’s elite, Mr. Darlton; his wealth enough to buy a small country and a house that should have its own zip code. Among the invited was Molly Gray wearing a flowing red dress, a thirty-five year old medium toned black woman; a lawyer and fiancée to Richard Samson, a forty year old Surgeon and a coveted member of the doctor’s association. They had been engaged two years and were looking to tie the knot at the end of the year. Swaying on the dance floor, the two held each other close and looked into each other’s eyes like they were the only ones in the room.Nearing 10 O’clock Molly and Richard left the party and Richard drove Molly home. He pulled up in the front and parked, leaving the engine running.“Are you sure you don’t w
Molly sprung awake screaming like she was having a nightmare. She was in an office and when she stood up to look around at where she was, one of her co-workers burst in, with other looking on in the background wondering what was going on with her."Miss Anderson are you alright?" she asked as Molly just stood there breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. "Miss Anderson?""Where am I?" Molly asked."You're at work.""Where?""At Millings Properties," she answered."Who am I?""What?""What's my name who am I?" Molly asked."You're Miss Anderson.""Molly?""Yes Molly Anderson," she said."Oh my gosh." She held her head like she was about to pass out. "Oh my gosh . . . I died again.""What?""I died again . . . The thing that got me before . . . It got me again," Molly said."I'm sorry Miss Anderson but I have no idea what you're talking about.""I have to go. Can I bo
The end of the day came and Det. Brighton showed up at his apartment. Molly let him in and he made sure to lock the door behind him."Are you o.k.?" he asked."Yeah I'm fine," she responded."I brought us some takeout.""I'm still not hungry.""You have to eat something," Det. Brighton said."I don't have any appetite.""Did you at least eat something before?""Just a few cups of coffee," Molly answered."You haven't had anything to eat all day?""No.""You need to eat something," he said."I'm not hungry. There is far much more on my mind to think about than food.""You still need to eat something. Come on sit, I'll serve you a plate.""Detective.""Not much just a little something for you to nibble on.""O.k.," she said and they sat down on the long couch as Det. Brighton took his coat off and threw it to the single couch and got into dishing out the Chinese food he had
Molly walked into the apartment building, still with the blank look on her face, taken aback by what that woman who came out of nowhere told her. Her life being in grave danger and that the thing that was after her would always catch her, why would she say such things to her? How would she even? The words she said were hugely related to what she was going through but how would she know that? Because her life was in grave danger and something was after her, it was the strange thing she had been going through for the past few days but how could she possibly know about it? Unprovocked the woman just walked up to her and said those things to her and she was genuinely shaken over the words that were coming out of her mouth, why? What did she know about what Molly was going through that she didn't."Good morning Miss Anderson," the man behind the desk greeted. His name was Billy and he was around his mid-thirties."Huh?" Molly said and turned to him; coming back down from th
Molly went to check the door in the back alley to see if maybe there was someone there but there wasn't. All there was were two large overflowing bins with a stray cat rummaging through one of them. She walked to the back door and tried to open it but it was locked too. "Ugh come on," Molly shouted. She was just about to make her way back to the front when just then a portal opened out of nowhere behind her. It opened as quiet as the air and so she didn't hear it but she did sense it; the same feeling that came over her before when it showed up coming over her again, cold like ice down her back. Molly froze as all the hairs on her skin stood up, there was only one time she felt that way and that was when the thing was near her and about to suck her life out of her so she knew immediately that she was in trouble. She looked back and out of the dark portal walked out the Chasen. It was the first time she was seeing it face to face and she wished
At the same time, Det. Brighton was at his apartment sitting down on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand, his head low and with his leg shaking, with the TV on and tuned in on the news but with his mind still caught up on what happened earlier in the day with Molly. He had promised to take care of her and now she was gone.Just then a knock came to the door and he sat up, sharply turning his head towards it."Molly?" he whispered to himself as his face lit up and then put his beer on the table to go and answer the door.He swung it open quick eager to see Molly but seeing who was there the light in his face immediately dimmed down, not all the way but a good bit. It wasn't Molly. It was someone else and whoever it was made Det. Brighton's heart skip a little bit."Sharon?" he said."Hello Eric," she said and they just stood there looking at each other for a moment. She was a forty year old brunette with a boyish cut."What are you do
The police station was its usual busy and Det. Brighton was sitting by his desk; trying to work but with his mind constantly wandering off thinking about Molly. His heart was aching at how he let her down and he was lost in thought as to where she was, if she was o.k. and if she was even alive. He couldn't focus; he kept on thinking of how vulnerable like a child she was when she was crying scared to death in his arms and how she calmed her with them. She calmed down because she believed in him and in what he said and he totally let her down.Yes he told her not to go anywhere and she left anyway but he still felt responsible for her death. He kept on thinking about what more he could have done to keep her safe. Maybe he should have taken a few days off to just stay with her or he should have assigned one of the officers to watch her. Whatever it was he could have done it was too late for it now, Molly had been killed and he had no idea where she was."Eric?" someone w
Night time came and in her room Molly sat with Det. Brighton; she was sitting with her legs crossed on the bed and he was sitting on a chair in front of her. She was looking down at her phone vibrating from a call coming in and just pressed the side button ignoring it."Who's that who keeps on calling you?" Det. Brighton asked, with his coat off but with his shoulder gun holster still on."It's Molly Filbert's boyfriend . . . Adam," Molly responded."Shouldn't you answer it?""And say what?""I don't know and tell him you can't talk because something's come up," he said."I've already sent him texts telling him that I'm at home and just need a little space. It's better for him if he doesn't get involved.""He's your boyfriend he's already involved.""He's Molly Filbert's boyfriend not mine," she said."What's the difference?""I'm not Molly Filbert.""He doesn't know that. To him he's in his feels because h