You know why I keep letting Jack Frost hang around? Because he doesn’t talk. In the 250 years I’ve known him. He’s never said a word to me. Don’t get me wrong. He digs those cheesy 80 anthems.
I just want to reach out and touch you
You make my fire come alive
All I need is to be near you
You get the picture, right?
These things always start blaring through the air just as he comes strutting down the street
Or popping up beside me
Or my cigarettes freeze.
Tonight was no different.
He was sitting in the window. His white hair covering his eyes.
He handed me a cigarette this time. Without freezing it. And a drink.
“I’ve been here before Jack.”
He looked out at the street.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. He’s shaken. I’m a scientist. I’ll just fix him.”
Jack laughed and hopped down flashing over a bench.
“I’m an immortal scientist. I’m still part human. At least in form. I have tendencies. I’ll talk to him.”
Who was I kidding, I went back inside. Opened my books and settled down in the darkness. All I could do was wait.
3am Full Dark
Midnight is considered the beginning of night. But everyone knows 3am is full dark. It’s when all of your night terrors hit. Your demons come out to play.
My subject was asleep. All you could hear was the clocks in the room. The light in the bathroom flickered before dying. The room was quiet. I closed my book. Looking over the room slowly. I could hear Clayton’s heart beat…thump thump thump the air went cold like a freezer. This was different than when Jack comes around. For one, everything was layered in darkness. This was different, like a living darkness. For another, Clayton’s heart beat started hyping. Faster and faster. He was in terror.
I looked over at Clayton. I could hear him trying to talk. His hands shaking. He was staring into the ceiling.
“Nooo! Go away! Stop it!”
He sat up in the bed rubbing his face.
I walked towards him.
“Clayton. Do you know what just happened? Can you tell me what you saw?”
“I thought you were supposed to see those things for yourself?” He said while fixing the covers around him.
“I tried, I couldn’t read anything in the room. It’s just a regular night. Which suggests this is just your insomnia again. ”
Clayton looked at me. “No. this is r r real. Something was here. In the room. I saw it and felt it. It was dark, and absolute fear. I could smell it. Like sulfur. It was standing beside my bed. Just tall and dark. It kept saying ‘Harvest’.”
I looked around. “Harvest?”
“I don’t know. This feels familiar.”
I walked out into the hall. The words ‘Harvest.’ Were carved into the mirror on the wall.