War of the Worlds, Chapter 6
By Lucky_Ladybug
Mr. Smith couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone. He quickly cast a
glance around the property. Nothing. But the feeling persisted. Whoever was
there, if anyone, most likely wasn't mortal. The scary part was that he
couldn't tell whether they were from Heaven, or from . . . the other place.
"Who's there?" he asked. His own voice echoed off the stone castle the manor
had just morphed into.
Suddenly a weird, clawed, hazy hand reached out and took hold of Mr. Smith,
holding him captive.
"Definitely from the other place," Mr. Smith muttered. "Hey! Let me go!"
The thing clutched him tighter. Another hand grabbed him around the throat.
Mr. Smith gasped and tried to loosen the thing's death grip.
"Help me!" he whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Please!" I don't
know what to do, he thought, panicked. I've never been strangled by an evil
spirit. I don't know how to fight such a thing!
Mr. Smith continued to wrestle with the thing, which wasn't about to let go.
Its sharp claws dug into his arm and into his neck. He tried to grab it with
his free hand, but he couldn't seem to get a firm grip.
How come it can touch me, but I can't seem to touch it? he wondered.
The thing continued to clutch Mr. Smith around the throat and gradually went
tighter. Mr. Smith gasped, the pressure and the lack of oxygen overwhelming
him. He slipped into oblivion.
******
"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith, can you hear me?"
The voice penetrated Mr. Smith's consciousness. What happened to me? he
wondered.
Now he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Smith!"
Mr. Smith slowly opened his eyes and found himself looking up at Judge
Othniel. "Judge . . . What happened?"
Othniel smiled kindly. "You were attacked by an unsavory being," he replied.
"You blacked out from lack of oxygen. I rescued you."
Mr. Smith sat up shakily. "Thanks a million, Judge. I didn't know what I was
going to do. Please tell me I don't have to go back to that manor!"
Othniel sighed. "Well, Mr. Smith, it actually plays a big part in this, so
I'm afraid you will have to."
"Oh great," Mr. Smith muttered.
******
Meantime, Mark was discussing Jack and Amanda's strange experience with
them.
"You say you fell through the mirror?" he asked, unable to comprehend.
"Mark, I'm tellin' ya, that's what happened," Jack said.
"I went to look for him and then I fell through too," Amanda chimed in.
"Are you sure that maybe you weren't drugged and you dreamed the thing about
the mirror?" Mark asked.
"Mark, it really happened," Jack insisted.
Mark sighed. "Okay." He shook his head. "More is going on than meets the eye
here.
"Now, about that man you saw," he went on. "What did you say he looked like
again?"
"Well . . ." Amanda opened her mouth to describe the hooded phantom, then
suddenly stopped and gasped. She stared directly ahead.
"What? What is it?" Jack asked.
"He looked . . . like that," Amanda choked out, pointing.
Mark and Jack followed her gaze. A tall man with long, sandy hair and hazel
eyes was standing in the doorway of Mark's office. He gave them an evil
smirk and suddenly disappeared.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Mr. Smith couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone. He quickly cast a
glance around the property. Nothing. But the feeling persisted. Whoever was
there, if anyone, most likely wasn't mortal. The scary part was that he
couldn't tell whether they were from Heaven, or from . . . the other place.
"Who's there?" he asked. His own voice echoed off the stone castle the manor
had just morphed into.
Suddenly a weird, clawed, hazy hand reached out and took hold of Mr. Smith,
holding him captive.
"Definitely from the other place," Mr. Smith muttered. "Hey! Let me go!"
The thing clutched him tighter. Another hand grabbed him around the throat.
Mr. Smith gasped and tried to loosen the thing's death grip.
"Help me!" he whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Please!" I don't
know what to do, he thought, panicked. I've never been strangled by an evil
spirit. I don't know how to fight such a thing!
Mr. Smith continued to wrestle with the thing, which wasn't about to let go.
Its sharp claws dug into his arm and into his neck. He tried to grab it with
his free hand, but he couldn't seem to get a firm grip.
How come it can touch me, but I can't seem to touch it? he wondered.
The thing continued to clutch Mr. Smith around the throat and gradually went
tighter. Mr. Smith gasped, the pressure and the lack of oxygen overwhelming
him. He slipped into oblivion.
******
"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith, can you hear me?"
The voice penetrated Mr. Smith's consciousness. What happened to me? he
wondered.
Now he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Smith!"
Mr. Smith slowly opened his eyes and found himself looking up at Judge
Othniel. "Judge . . . What happened?"
Othniel smiled kindly. "You were attacked by an unsavory being," he replied.
"You blacked out from lack of oxygen. I rescued you."
Mr. Smith sat up shakily. "Thanks a million, Judge. I didn't know what I was
going to do. Please tell me I don't have to go back to that manor!"
Othniel sighed. "Well, Mr. Smith, it actually plays a big part in this, so
I'm afraid you will have to."
"Oh great," Mr. Smith muttered.
******
Meantime, Mark was discussing Jack and Amanda's strange experience with
them.
"You say you fell through the mirror?" he asked, unable to comprehend.
"Mark, I'm tellin' ya, that's what happened," Jack said.
"I went to look for him and then I fell through too," Amanda chimed in.
"Are you sure that maybe you weren't drugged and you dreamed the thing about
the mirror?" Mark asked.
"Mark, it really happened," Jack insisted.
Mark sighed. "Okay." He shook his head. "More is going on than meets the eye
here.
"Now, about that man you saw," he went on. "What did you say he looked like
again?"
"Well . . ." Amanda opened her mouth to describe the hooded phantom, then
suddenly stopped and gasped. She stared directly ahead.
"What? What is it?" Jack asked.
"He looked . . . like that," Amanda choked out, pointing.
Mark and Jack followed her gaze. A tall man with long, sandy hair and hazel
eyes was standing in the doorway of Mark's office. He gave them an evil
smirk and suddenly disappeared.