in to the
dark kitchen behind me. I couldn’t make out anything but
shadows.
I looked back at Dex and at
Will. Will had his ear cocked, listening. Dex raised his finger and
motioned for me to stay quiet. He picked up the camera and aimed it
at the kitchen.
I looked again. Still, I
saw nothing. So I listened. And then I heard it. A small tap at the
kitchen window. Followed by another tap. I felt very
uneasy.
It was as if someone stood
outside the window and tapped a single finger on the pane. It was
low, quick and sporadic. It could have almost been a tree branch
bumping in the wind but there was no tree.
RATTLE.
We were surrounded by a
wall of sound, the taps, clattering, rattling of rocks falling on
the roof and flying at the windows. The sound was
deafening.
“ Holy shit!” exclaimed Dex.
He jumped up and ran for the kitchen.
I looked at Will, confused
and scared. “These are the rocks?”
His eyes were wide.
“They’ve never been this loud.”
He got up and went after
Dex. Naturally I couldn’t sit alone at the table while this storm
of sonic violence engulfed the house, so I got up and ran over to
join them in the kitchen.
Dex switched the night
vision on the camera and was aiming it at the window, which was
physically being shaken. You could see stones bouncing off the
glass and ricocheting back into the darkness.
“ This is unbelievable,” Dex
said, barely audible, and beckoned for me to join him by the
window. Though the rocks seemed to be coming harder, being beside
him felt safer than hanging in the kitchen doorway with my back
exposed to the depths of the lonely house, so I scuttled over and
sandwiched myself between the two men.
Up close, you couldn’t see
anything. It was a hailstorm of rocks. But only a few were actually
hitting the window. It seemed like a cloud had opened up above the
house with the roof taking the brunt of it.
“ So this isn’t normal?” I
yelled above the noise.
“ No!” Will shouted back.
“It’s never this bad.”
“ We’ve made it angry by
being here,” Dex said cryptically.
“ It?!” I cried out. What the
fuck was “it?” A rock shower was not the work of a poltergeist.
Opened cupboards were the work of a poltergeist. I didn’t know what
the hell we were dealing with.
“ I think you’re right,” Will
said.
“ This could just be a freaky
science thing,” I tried to reason. “Sometimes frogs fall from the
sky. I read it in a book.”
OK, I was really making
myself sound stupid but it was true. In that Charles
Burlitz’s World of Strange
Phenomenon book, there were a ton of cases
where things were sucked up somewhere and fell down somewhere
else.
Dex nudged me in my side
and pointed out at the moon which sat above the black
mountaintops.
“ Clear sky. The falling
frogs, and the corn that fell in Colorado in the 1980’s, was
usually linked to a weather pattern.”
The sound tapered off. The
rocks on the roof became less and less. They ceased to hit the
window. It looked like the stone storm was dying off. I slowly let
out my breath, my ears still listening to the peculiar
sounds.
I turned my head up at
Will, “Is that-”
CRACK!
A huge rock hit the window,
cracking it. I nearly shit myself. We all stepped
backwards.
“ That’s not good,” Will
managed to say. Dex focused the camera on the window, but his eyes
were jetting about nervously.
“ Yeah, maybe we
should-”
BAM! CRASH!
A rock went sailing through
the window right for Dex and I. Without thinking, I leaped to my
left, colliding into Will and felt the flying glass flicker against
my skin.
Will caught me and steadied
me. I saw the rock hit the ground and roll across the kitchen and
against the fridge. Dex was to my right, crouched with the camera
and his hand over his head for cover.
“ We need to get out of
here,” I croaked.
“ I’ll go get Sarah,” Will
said and hurried out of the kitchen.
I knelt down beside Dex and
put my hand on his shoulder, just as
dark kitchen behind me. I couldn’t make out anything but
shadows.
I looked back at Dex and at
Will. Will had his ear cocked, listening. Dex raised his finger and
motioned for me to stay quiet. He picked up the camera and aimed it
at the kitchen.
I looked again. Still, I
saw nothing. So I listened. And then I heard it. A small tap at the
kitchen window. Followed by another tap. I felt very
uneasy.
It was as if someone stood
outside the window and tapped a single finger on the pane. It was
low, quick and sporadic. It could have almost been a tree branch
bumping in the wind but there was no tree.
RATTLE.
We were surrounded by a
wall of sound, the taps, clattering, rattling of rocks falling on
the roof and flying at the windows. The sound was
deafening.
“ Holy shit!” exclaimed Dex.
He jumped up and ran for the kitchen.
I looked at Will, confused
and scared. “These are the rocks?”
His eyes were wide.
“They’ve never been this loud.”
He got up and went after
Dex. Naturally I couldn’t sit alone at the table while this storm
of sonic violence engulfed the house, so I got up and ran over to
join them in the kitchen.
Dex switched the night
vision on the camera and was aiming it at the window, which was
physically being shaken. You could see stones bouncing off the
glass and ricocheting back into the darkness.
“ This is unbelievable,” Dex
said, barely audible, and beckoned for me to join him by the
window. Though the rocks seemed to be coming harder, being beside
him felt safer than hanging in the kitchen doorway with my back
exposed to the depths of the lonely house, so I scuttled over and
sandwiched myself between the two men.
Up close, you couldn’t see
anything. It was a hailstorm of rocks. But only a few were actually
hitting the window. It seemed like a cloud had opened up above the
house with the roof taking the brunt of it.
“ So this isn’t normal?” I
yelled above the noise.
“ No!” Will shouted back.
“It’s never this bad.”
“ We’ve made it angry by
being here,” Dex said cryptically.
“ It?!” I cried out. What the
fuck was “it?” A rock shower was not the work of a poltergeist.
Opened cupboards were the work of a poltergeist. I didn’t know what
the hell we were dealing with.
“ I think you’re right,” Will
said.
“ This could just be a freaky
science thing,” I tried to reason. “Sometimes frogs fall from the
sky. I read it in a book.”
OK, I was really making
myself sound stupid but it was true. In that Charles
Burlitz’s World of Strange
Phenomenon book, there were a ton of cases
where things were sucked up somewhere and fell down somewhere
else.
Dex nudged me in my side
and pointed out at the moon which sat above the black
mountaintops.
“ Clear sky. The falling
frogs, and the corn that fell in Colorado in the 1980’s, was
usually linked to a weather pattern.”
The sound tapered off. The
rocks on the roof became less and less. They ceased to hit the
window. It looked like the stone storm was dying off. I slowly let
out my breath, my ears still listening to the peculiar
sounds.
I turned my head up at
Will, “Is that-”
CRACK!
A huge rock hit the window,
cracking it. I nearly shit myself. We all stepped
backwards.
“ That’s not good,” Will
managed to say. Dex focused the camera on the window, but his eyes
were jetting about nervously.
“ Yeah, maybe we
should-”
BAM! CRASH!
A rock went sailing through
the window right for Dex and I. Without thinking, I leaped to my
left, colliding into Will and felt the flying glass flicker against
my skin.
Will caught me and steadied
me. I saw the rock hit the ground and roll across the kitchen and
against the fridge. Dex was to my right, crouched with the camera
and his hand over his head for cover.
“ We need to get out of
here,” I croaked.
“ I’ll go get Sarah,” Will
said and hurried out of the kitchen.
I knelt down beside Dex and
put my hand on his shoulder, just as
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