Horror and Thriller Fiction posted August 9, 2018 Chapters:  ...11 12 -13- 14... 

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Gordon returns.

A chapter in the book Protect the Children and Kill Them

A face from the past.

by Thomas Bowling

Thursday was taco night at the Wilson house. They had tacos for supper, then gathered in the family room and watched an old movie. Tonight it was a collection of Laurel and Hardy skits. As soon as the comedians appeared on screen, the laughter started. Susan laughed hardest of all. “Those guys are so funny. My side hurts. Why can't they make comedies like this anymore? Now, they can't write jokes so they resort to vulgarities and bathroom humor. It makes me sick."

The telephone rang. Susan jumped up. “I'll get it. Hello?”

There was no one on the line. Susan couldn't even hear breathing. "Hello? What's this about?”

There was a long pause. “Hello, Susan.”

“God. No, please, Gordon, leave us alone. We're happy now. Things are going well.”

Gordon's voice was smooth and eerily comforting. “And how's Darrin?”

“He's fine.”

“And the children?”

“I don't want to talk about them. Please, leave us alone. Don't torment us anymore. Why did you call?”

“I want to see you, Susan.”

“Never in a million years.”

Susan tried to hang up, but something kept her drawn to the phone. “What kind of spell did you put on my phone?”

“Why? Isn't it working? I hear you just fine.”

“You know what I'm talking about. I can't hang up.”

“Why, Susan, you must miss me, how touching. I guess we still have the same old attraction. I know I do.  Nice to know you do too.”

“Stop it, you bastard. Why are you doing this?”

“I want to see you, Susan.”

“Go to hell!”

“Is that any way to talk to an old friend?”

“We'll talk in hell, Gordon. I know I'm going there after the things I've done.”

“I'm sure we'll meet there  I still want to see you now.”

“Forget it.”

“I've got a letter for you to give to Darrin. Can you at least do that for me?”

Susan began to softly cry. “Please, please, just go away.”

“You know I can't do that, Susan. When can I expect you?”

Susan was quiet for a long time. Gordon could hear her breathing. “Your breathing is rhythmic. You must have taken Xanax. I don't blame you. It's a stressful time. - Susan, I'm waiting for an answer.”

“I have to take the kids to their soccer game tomorrow. The earliest I can make it is Friday.”

“Great. I'll see you tomorrow, Susan”

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