The Spook House (The Spook Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

speak, and after several attempts, babbled words fell out of my mouth.
    “Who-who are you?”
    “God.”
    The light flashed brighter, emphasizing the word. Right then and there that I made up my mind. No more drugs. Ever.
    I kept telling myself I was tripping, but even Sampson reacted to the presence as well, so that proved that something was there and it wasn’t all in my head.
    God and I had a talk and after awhile I eased up a little. I asked a lot of questions. He had an answer for everything.
    Then things got weird. He went on about how I was “in the perfect place at the perfect time.” He wanted me to assassinate someone.
    He compared it to asking someone in the past to kill Hitler’s grandfather. That person would never know the evil he was preventing, he just had to trust that God knew what He was doing and that the mission was the right thing to do.
    My mouth fell open when I learned the name of target. I couldn’t believe who it was. It was Judge Tubb.
    Two nights later, that’s when things got really weird. I was ready to write off the whole experience as an acid trip when something even more bizarre happened that actually verified the whole encounter-with-the-divine thing. You won’t believe what happened next.
     
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    I came home and took a hot shower, which is my reward to myself after a long day. Sampson was running around out in the field in front of my house. After getting out of the shower, I put on my sweats and went out to the front porch to call Sampson in. The sun had gone down, and the sky was turning deep blue. There were no stars yet. Actually, there was one, right in front of a thin crescent of moon. The moon looked really big, the way it does when it’s near the horizon.
    My eyes scanned the field for Sampson, but didn’t see him. They went back to the moon. There was something odd about it. The star was still there in the dark side. I had never seen that before.
    Then it hit me. I’d never seen that before, because it was impossible. A star in front of the moon?
    The unreality of the situation immediately made me uneasy. Wasn’t that a sign of the Devil or something? It was unnatural. It was wrong. You would never see that.
    The light couldn’t be a star. So what was it? An airplane? A satellite? Something on the moon?
    I ran inside, found my digital camera, and returned to the porch. The light in the sky was still there. I thought, This must be my lucky night.
    I took several pictures but you couldn’t see anything. I guess you’d need a big professional lens for that. Oh well.
    I looked around. It was getting dark. Where the hell was Sampson? I called him and scanned the field for movement. I looked past it to the tree line. The woods were dark now. Nothing on the road. Damn. Where was that dog?
    I went back into the house, put the camera away, and found a flashlight. It was on of those big steel jobs – you know, the type cops use an excuse to carry a metal club. Twilight was turning into real night. I went to the door and opened it.
    My eyes picked up moment. In the dark field, there was an even darker shape. It rushed towards me like a torpedo. I raised my flashlight. I was momentarily relieved when I saw it was Sampson, but I immediately knew something was wrong. Sampson was normally full of energy, but it wasn’t like he was running happily in from the field. It was more like he was fleeing from it. He bolted past me and disappeared into the house.
    That was weird. I wondered if he was hurt. I followed him into the house.
    I turned to shut the door and shouted out in fear. There was a person standing there. My hands instinctively flew up to protect my face. I found myself holding the flashlight like a batter at home plate ready to swing.
    The person was a woman.
    “Sorry I startled you,” she said in a very relaxed voice. She smiled. To her credit, she didn’t even flinch when I raised the metal flashlight like a club. I lowered my guard slowly.
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