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Peaceful Guilt (A Short Story)

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I thought I would share a short story with you today. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Let me know what you think. Feedback is always helpful to a writer.

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Andrew Johnson walks to his car and places a box in the trunk. He gets in the car, starts the engine, and drives out of the parking lot. People are standing at the bottom of the ramp, huddled together in a group, talking.

As his car picks up speed, a smile crosses his lips. Are you proud of me father for finally completing a job?

Father chews on me about any and everything.He’s made my life miserable. Pulling up in front of the mansion, he puts the car in park and jumps out. It’s great having the garage man park the car. He lifts the trunk, takes out the box, carrying it to the front door. The butler, Wilson, opens the door.

“Good afternoon, Master Johnson.”

“Hello, Wilson. Where is my mother?”

“She has gone to a Women’s Club meeting. I believe she is giving a speech today.”

“Thank you, Wilson; I’ll be in my room.” Andrew bounds up the long stairway to the second floor landing. He walks around to the back stairs and takes those steps to his room on the third floor.

I’m feeling very pleased with myself right now. Life is changing for mother and myself. People ignore what they see because Anthony Johnson is an important man. Father puts out the persona around people that he has the perfect life. If only they knew. Maybe now they will get to know him now as mother and I do.

A knock sounds on the door. “Come in”, Andrew calls out.

A woman in her forties walks in. “Hi, mother, how did your speech go?” Andrew asks.

As his mother was walking towards his bed, he is thinking how beautiful she is. Her petite build, long blonde hair and clear blue eyes make her the envy of many women.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Margaret takes ahold of her son’s hand. “Andrew, we have to talk. Our lives are going to change.”

“Yep, they sure are. Isn’t it great? What’s on your mind, mother?”

“The police came to the Woman’s Club and brought me home. They told me your father was giving a speech in front of the bank and someone shot him.”

“Wouldn’t you expect the police to come and get you? You were the devoted wife.”

On the bedside table the radio plays softly. Andrew and his mother listen as a news report begins. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m sad to announce that our Governor, Anthony Johnson has been assassinated. At this time, the police will only say they have a lead. We’ll cut into your regular programing if there are further developments.”

A knock sounds on the door. “Come in”, Andrew says.

Wilson opens the door. “Excuse me, ma’am for the intrusion. There are men down stairs who identify themselves as FBI. They would like to speak to Master Andrew.”

“Do not open your mouth, Andrew,” his mother says.

“I’m Here”

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The door slammed echoing down the long hall.  I sat at my desk in the middle of the night acting as a guard to a young woman who was in seclusion.

I was an attendant working for a drug rehabilitation facility in Texas.  I usually worked on the three to eleven shift, five days a week.  The facility itself was once a world war one military base.  When the base closed down it became a state-owned mental facility.

This particular day, I worked my usual shift.  A young girl was having drug flash backs, which is a terrible thing to see when it causes the child terror.  This terror she felt could cause her to do harm to herself, so she was placed under twenty-four hour observation.  I volunteered to work a double shift to watch the girl.

The seclusion room was on the third floor of the girls’ dormitory.  This dormitory was just an old building redone on the outside, but had heating and cooling pipes running along the edges of the ceiling of a huge barracks’ type room.

I was alone on the third floor except for the girl in lockup.  The back entrance to the building had a metal door with metal stairs leading up to the floor.  I had a light on the desk, and a telephone.  I also had the Security Departments number, in case there were problems to be dealt with.

Three o’clock in the morning is a very quiet, lonely time.  I heard the metal door down stairs open and close.  That defiantly got my attention, and I could see and feel the hair standing on my arms.  I immediately got on the phone to security to
see what was going on.  They told me no one was making rounds, but they would send someone to check for problems.

I heard footsteps coming up the metal steps into the hallway.  I heard the metal door slam, and I saw the door open and close at the end of the door room.  I called out, “Who is there.”  I couldn’t see anything, but I knew something was in the room.

I had called security, so there was nothing for me to do except wait.  It took about thirty seconds after the door closed for the banging to begin.  It was as if someone had a broom handle and was going around the room hitting the heating/cooling pipes.  I
left the desk, and went into the seclusion room with the sleeping girl.    The banging continued until it had gone all the way around the room.  It stopped as quickly as it had begun. I never saw anything, but I sure could feel it.

Security was now on the scene, and could find nothing wrong.  The door down stairs was still locked and so was the door at the end of the dorm room.  I told them what happened, and they just looked at me, as if I had lost my mind.

This is a true story, and someone, or something from the past wanted me to know they were still around.  I paid attention, and it remains vivid in my mind to this very day.

I would like to hear from anyone who has also encountered strange times.  That’s my two-cents for today.