For those of you who like a little paranormal horror with your Christmas eggnog, check out
Silent Night, Final Night, written under my pen name of Gail Smith. And enjoy this little excerpt:
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When she emerged from the
bedroom, Kem found her husband standing near the window overlooking the front
yard. Going over to him, she drew her arms about his waist and pressed her
cheek against his back.
“Maybe
we should have told her Santa Claus doesn’t exist,” Armand murmured.
“It
would have destroyed every last chance she has at having any sort of
childhood.”
“You
know in the morning she’s expecting to see a wrapped gift or toy beneath that
umbrella tree.”
“Maybe
there’s something in the garage,” Kem suggested. Armand cast her a dubious eye
and snorted. “Hey, I haven’t checked all the closets yet,” she argued softly.
“Maybe there’s wrapping paper hidden somewhere and we just haven’t found it
yet.”
He
took her arms and turned around to pull her into his embrace. Kem waited for
his kiss, needing this rare private moment to reaffirm their love for each
other. It had been months since they’d had sex. She wondered if they ever would
again.
He
nuzzled her hairline, sighed, and pulled her closer. “Kem?”
The
tears rose in her eyes. She didn’t try to fight them. Neither did she try to
keep the sobs from choking her.
“We
can’t stay here, but we can’t leave. There’s nothing out there but death. But
if we stay here, sooner or later we’re going to run out of food. And the
weather’s only going to get worse. We have no future, Armand. Teela will not be
able to grow up.” Pulling away slightly, she looked up into his concerned gaze.
“If something happens to us, I dread to think what will happen to her. What
kind of horrors is she going to have to face when we’re no longer there to
protect her?”
Armand
guided her over to the sofa and had her sit beside him. “It’s time we talked,”
he announced, deliberately keeping his voice low. “Kem, we need to make a
decision. I agree with you. There is no longer any future for us or for anyone
else. Eventually everyone will either starve to death, or they’ll turn to cannibalism,
which will only accelerate the decimation of humanity. The plague will take
over all of us, one way or another. If something happens to us, you and I both
know Teela won’t last five more minutes.” He pressed her thigh against his. “I
have nightmares about being forced to watch our little girl being tortured and
killed before our eyes.”
Kem
shuddered. “I have, too. Armand, what are we going to do?”
He
gave her another squeeze. “Kem, I think we’ve come to the end of the line. I
think this is the end of us. We were damn lucky to find this place. I think
we’ve been pressing our luck these past couple of months, but it won’t last. It
can’t last. Sooner or later, we’re gonna hit that big brick wall that is the
end of the road. Honey, if this is the end of us, I want it to be at our hands.
I don’t want an infected or, God forbid, someone like Kreek taking our lives.”
More
tears fell. Her face felt hot. Reaching up, she wiped the wetness from her
cheeks, but more warm drops rolled across her fingers. “H-how?” she finally
managed to ask. “How will we end ourselves?”
Armand took a deep
breath. “It will be done as painlessly as possible.”
She
nodded but remained silent and waited for him to continue.
He
dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a prescription bottle. “I found these
in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. They’re sleeping pills.”
Kem
sat up and gave him a surprised look. Armand quickly shook his head. “No, I
didn’t give her any. Not yet. I wanted to talk with you first.”
She
peered at the bottle. “There’s not that many.”
“It’s
all right. I will give her a couple to knock her out. While she’s asleep, I’ll
put a pillow over her face. She’ll never be aware of what’s happening to her.”
Kem
pressed her face against his shoulder to muffle her sobs. Armand continued.
“I
can do the same for you. You won’t suffer.”
“I
kn-know. What about you?”
He
took a shaky breath. “I’ll slit my wrists. I hear bleeding to death is very
painless. I’ve heard it’s a lot like going to sleep.”
Clutching
his shirt, she buried her face in the cotton fleece. “When?” she finally
managed to ask.
“I
was thinking tonight would be as good a time as any. That way, Teela won’t wake
up in the morning and lose what’s left of her childhood. That way we won’t have
to wonder how much longer we can remain here and try to decide where to go
next. That way we—”
A
thump sounded against the front door. Armand leaped forward to shutter the
lantern, throwing the room into darkness, and took a stance against the wall.
Kem went to stand behind him, flattening her back into the corner as they
strained their ears. After another long minute, she thought she heard more
movement coming from outside. She debated whether to sneak into the bedroom to
awaken Teela when someone knocked on the door. They both jumped at the sound.
“We
know someone’s in there. We saw the light, so you gotta be human like us! Those
goddamn things ain’t got the brains anymore to do that.” It was a male voice,
his words muffled but legible. There came another pounding knock. “There’s just
the two of us. Please let us in. We’re freezing our asses off out here!”
SILENT NIGHT, FINAL NIGHT
A Christmas Horror
Story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count: 20.3K
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A family on the run, searching for
food, shelter, and others not infected.
A plague is wiping out the
population, stealing the humanity from people and turning them into
monsters. Kem and Armand are willing to do whatever it takes to
protect their daughter and survive. Nothing is promised, not life,
not their next meal, not even a decent night’s rest.
The quality of life is quickly
diminishing. How much is too much? How long until the fight for
survival is no longer worth it, and it’s time for a dignified end
rather than a slow, painful death?
