It was a cold, bitter wind that blew through the town one late evening mid-December when the phones began to ring. One, then another, then another and if you stood on the street and cupped your ears, you would hear them in all directions. When people answered their phones, they could only hear the voices of other citizens doing the same. Hundreds of “hellos”, hundreds of “who is there”, hundreds of hang-ups, many of them angry as the phones would ring again and again. Then at once, the ringing stopped.
Then minutes later, some parents, angry with what had just transpired in the midst of Sunday dinner, or Sunday football, or other Sunday family traditions, turned around and wondered who turned the lights out. Then when the lights came back on, wondered where their children had gone, wondered who had left the back door open, what had happened, what was all that yelling outside, who was that, screaming.
And the sky above the town full of stars and cloudless cold night went dark.
And the wind blew.
And Johnnie, who had fallen asleep in his room while reading, leapt to the window that he kept open just a crack for he liked the cool breeze on his face. He looked out and saw night and looked up and saw thick blackness above that seemed to coil and curdle before his eyes. And he recognized The Dark.
And Janie who had been listening to music as she drew, heard her parents talking to a neighbor, an upset neighbor, at their door. “No” they hadn’t seen Tommy. “Yes” their phone had also rung. “Yes”, they would help look. And they yelled to her and she rushed to the phone and called Johnnie as she looked out into the street, people yelling, talking, shining lights in bushes and sheds and she too looked up and saw it.
And the dark hung above the city.
And the wind blew, cold and bitter and found its way into the seams of the searchers clothing.
And the children were gone
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