Jordan Antle narrates this story by prolific horror author Matt Dymerski – author of the acclaimed tale Psychosis – about a group of boys who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, stalked by an eclectic, possibly disturbed man from their neighborhood. The boys take refuge under a nearby porch, but when they realize that one of them isn’t with them, things take a decidedly horrific turn.Help support narrator Jordan Antle's voiceover narrator, entertainment and animation career by donating to him monthly via Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/user?u=86812 To see more of Jordan Antle's work, visit his official social media pages here: PRIMARY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: http://www.youtube.com/user/TheFearRaiser TWITTER: https://www.twitter.com/TheFearRaiser FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/TheFearRaiser TWITCH: http://www.twitch.tv/thefearraiser See more of Jordan Antle's narrations on Chilling Tales for Dark Nights: http://www.chillingtalesfordarknights.com/tag/Jordan-Antle/ To see more work from author Matt Dymerski, check out his official website here: http://www.MattDymerski.com Help support Matt's career by purchasing one of his books, available for sale on Amazon.com: Click here! You can also follow Matt Dymerski via his social media pages here: FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/MattDymerskiAuthor TWITTER: https://www.twitter.com/MattDymerski SMASHWORDS: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mattdymerski Nick Ledesma is a producer, audio engineer, graphic artist, musician, and author for Chilling Tales for Dark Nights. To see more of Nick Ledesma's work, visit his official website and social media sites here: Official Website: http://www.nickledesma.com Nick's Official Band Website: http://www.penrosestairs.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nick.ledesma.583/ DeviantArt Portfolio: http://nickledesma.daportfolio.com/ Nick Ledesma can currently be scheduled for music engineering or production. To inquire about rates for freelance audio production, artwork, or live sound: Email: nicholas.ledesma (at) gmail (dot) com Phone: (815) 557-3844
Author: Matt Dymerski
Narrator: Jordan Antle
Sound Design: Nick Ledesma
Post-Production: Nick Ledesma
Music Production: Nick Ledesma
Artwork: Craig Groshek
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Author: Matt Dymerski
I’d actually seen him on our way home from school. He looked dirty and disturbed, and stared straight at us as our bus went by. We even made jokes about him, probably as our way of pretending we weren’t afraid. He was incredibly out of place in our middle class suburb, so his mere presence felt threatening… thus our panic when the three of us got off at our stop and saw him at the corner, about to look in our direction.
He was between us and our houses, and the bus had already pulled away, so we bolted for the bushes of a nearby yard. We weren’t sure if he had seen us, but we peered through the leaves and saw him stalking our way, muttering randomly. Tim, my neighbor, insisted that he’d seen a large knife in the man’s ragged clothing. Danny, a kid I hardly knew who had just moved into the neighborhood, insisted that he was imagining it – that Tim’s glasses must have reflected the sun wrong or something. Still, we were terrified, and the sidewalk was going to bring him right by us.
It was Tim that broke and ran first, keeping low. I followed, my heart pounding, as we dove into the darkness underneath the porch of the unfamiliar house we’d been hiding near. As we squeezed our bodies against the dirt, the grimy wood pressed into our backs, barely giving us enough room to breathe. From our hiding place, we could see the disturbed man turn into the yard in front of us and begin searching around, hitting the bushes and muttering angrily.
I realized then that Danny wasn’t with us, but I hadn’t seen where he’d gone. Tim had lost his glasses back at the bushes, and he just huddled in the shadows next to me in near-blind terror. We stayed there in silence, waiting. Every so often, whenever I almost thought it was safe to come out, footsteps would creep across the wooden porch above us. Tim almost sneezed, once, but I covered his mouth and nose in stark fear.
We waited there so long that the tone of the sunlight began to change. We hadn’t heard the man searching about in awhile, and I was just getting ready to peek out, when footsteps clattered and a thud hit the wood directly above us. A split second later, Danny’s face appeared in front of us upside down, and he looked at us through the lattice. A look of shock and surprise crossed his features at finally finding us. He whispered something, but I couldn’t hear anything. He seemed to be saying “come closer,” so I figured the horrible man was still around and we had to be quiet, and I inched forward.
Danny’s features grew fearful, and he kept indicating something above us. Strangely, I still couldn’t hear him… his eyes seemed to dim then, and I inched forward a little bit more. I froze for a moment in horror, then backed up. Tim mouthed to me: “What did he say?” and I just shook my head, completely in shock. Danny hadn’t conveyed “come closer,” he had mimed “he’s up there.” The drifter was unknowingly sitting right above us, waiting, because he knew we had to be somewhere in that yard.
There was nothing to do but wait in silence, trying not to scream. I was glad Tim had lost his glasses. I lay there as darkness descended, waiting in unwavering terror and trying not to feel the glassy stare of Danny’s severed head as it rested in the grass a foot away.
© Matt Dymerski