The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 8

"Fact number seven. Prehistoric stone monuments called dolmens have been found over the graves of the dead in northwest Europe. Anthropologists speculate they've been placed at the graves to keep vampires from rising." The middle-aged, stringy Floyd enthusiastically read from his trusty flipbook as he paced back and forth across the floor in front Jeremiah and his desk.

All Jeremiah could do whenever Floyd wasn't looking in his direction was lean back in his leather seat and roll his eyes in agony as the man recited "so called" facts about something he wished to God he had never even brought up to begin with in their session together.

"Fact number eight, Vlad the Impaler was thought to be the inspiration for who we all know to be "Dracula."

"Ok, Floyd, let's take a break, and—

"No, no, you have to hear this." Floyd urgently pleaded. "This is where it gets really good!"

Jeremiah gritted his teeth and sat back once again before gripping his chair's arms and bearing down as hard as possible.

"Fact number nine, "The Count", you know, from Sesame Street, is believed to be—

"Ok, Floyd, I think our hour is up now." Jeremiah desperately shot up from his seat and from behind his desk.

Appearing completely confused, Floyd folded his book and said, "But you didn't hear the next fact, doc."

Patting Floyd on the back, Jeremiah replied, "It's not necessary. What you have to know is that your progress is coming along just fine."

"Really," Floyd looked up at Jeremiah with stars in his eyes. "But just last month you said that I may need to spend another two months in Ashlandview just for observation."

Jeremiah stood and just looked at Floyd's balding head. From a professional standpoint, there were so many things Jeremiah needed to say to the pitiful man, but subconsciously, he hadn't the desire to even make one point at that juncture. If the man had remained inside his office another minute he would have been tempted to toss him out the window that was only five feet away from where they were standing.

Clearing his throat, Jeremiah said, "I know what I said. Look, just go home and try to forget all about the vampire lore. I mean, even if vampires did exist, who's to say that they would ever visit Cypress?"

"So you're saying that it's possible they could come here?" Floyd's eyes lit up.

"I'm saying that your life is so much more important than some ancient European myth. Go home to your wife, make love to her and I'll see you next week."

Giggling, Floyd packed up his book as well as his Cincinnati Reds ball cap before saying, "I've never heard a psychiatrist tell anyone to make love to his wife."

"Believe me, it'll work." Jeremiah began shoving the man towards the door. "And put down the vampire books. Remember, you live in the real world."

Shrugging his shoulders, Floyd replied, "Whatever you say, doc."

As Floyd walked out of the office and down the hallway, Jeremiah caught sight of Gloria Cohen who just happened to be coming out of one of his colleague's offices at the same time.

Both her and Floyd passed each other, while all Jeremiah could do was stand at his own door and take ever so quaint glances at the young woman who herself appeared embarrassed to even be seen.

Jeremiah continued to stand and watch as Gloria stood and waited by the elevator. He knew that staring at her was unbelievably rude and uncomfortable, but the man just couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her until she eventually entered the elevator and out of his sight.

Just before he could turn into his office, his colleague from down the hall waved at Jeremiah for him to come and join him.

Truth be told, the last thing Jeremiah wanted at that point in the day was more company, but he sighed and reluctantly ventured down just three doors where he met his friend Paul who just happened to be grinning like an imp.

"Did Julie give you my message?" Paul asked. "I called at least three times last night."

Despondently shaking his head, Jeremiah replied, "Uh, no, I was doing something else last night."

Paul led Jeremiah into his office before shutting the door and racing back to his sofa. Jeremiah was leery of the man's erratic behavior, but also curious at the same time. There was something enticing racing through Paul's veins, and Jeremiah, despite his unenthusiastic demeanor, wanted to get down to the bottom of it before five p.m. arrived.

Jeremiah sat himself down on the plush sofa next to Paul and asked, "Okay, what's got you so happy that you look like you just won an Oscar?"

Unloosening his brown tie, Paul sat back, spread his arms wide behind him and sighed, "Last night, I finally did it."

"Did what?" Jeremiah shrugged his

in the sheets last night." He smiled like a

Appearing as if his friend's news went

along. "The same hard ass professor

Jeremiah handed the man a tedious clap before sitting back on the sofa and

forty-eight, the woman has to have the best looking body on that campus. You see

studied Paul with two of the most lazy eyes

me. You and I both wanted to nail that bitch from day one, but you're the one that did the dirty and got hitched. If you

face and put his hands across his mouth. He wasn't emotional, just drained of

going on with you?" Paul

head forward. "Do you realize that I just spent an entire hour listening to a fifty-six year old man go on and on

"Ok, what's

"And after that, I get my best friend telling me that he just had a one night stand with a professor

"Hold on, I highly doubt this is about me or

hesitated for the longest time before he dropped backwards on the sofa. "Julie kicked me out of

at Jeremiah before he

"Yeah, that's exactly it." Jeremiah quickly

resist. I mean, she's been living there since February. What

keep my

Jeri, I've seen Justine, the woman is a knockout. You've got the rest of your life to get it right.

Jeremiah only glanced at Paul as if he had lost his mind before he slumped even deeper into the

"Why do you look at me like that? You've been acting weird all these months

"It's not so

"Then what

urge to blurt out the first thing that came to his mind became so intense, but he held his wrath down under lock and chain for a while

"Do your parents

"Yeah right, if they find out then they'll make sure to tell the family all

you

I'm at the Holiday Inn down

"You look like you haven't slept in days." Paul turned up his nose. "To tell you the God's honest

so much. Paul, however, just sat and continued to stare on and on

abruptly caught himself just then like he were about to be hit by a car.

showing their summer reruns, but anyways, Archie's best friend, Stretch Cunningham, dies. So, Archie and Edith go to the guy's funeral

that he hoped and prayed would

"So Archie, being Archie, not only gives the guy's eulogy, but of course fumbles and stumbles

speaking. Jeremiah sat and waited for

parents what happened between you and Julie." He slowly whispered into the man's face, sounding as

his head; it was all he could do without

sitting here listening to a shrink talk about an episode of a TV show I can't stand

Paul flippantly probed. "Look at you," he pointed, "you're

make love to his wife. Mind you, this same guy beat up his wife just a year ago because he thought she was a vampire. And now...Julie," he

sat and listened to

know what else to say to that effect." Paul remarked in a somber

happened to look over at the man.

man with a humorous appearance on his face

Jeremiah watched as Paul got up from off the sofa and went back

can't help it that you're a

"It's just that...ever since she was sent to Ashlandview, she seems

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