The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

"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

finally got Deborah Lundgren in the sheets last

Appearing as if his friend's news went into one ear and clear out the other,

up astonished. "Professor Lundgren!" He said as if Jeremiah should have known all along. "The same hard ass professor that said you and I were both too young to

Giving a nonchalant grin, Jeremiah handed the man a tedious clap before sitting back

looking body on that campus. You see what happens when you make it?" He slapped Jeremiah on the chest. "Who ever imagined two menschs like you and I would be at the very top of our game

Jeremiah sat and studied Paul with two of the most lazy eyes he could give the man. "You must be very proud." He

bitch from day one, but you're the one

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

"Ok, I give, what's going on with you?" Paul

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

"Ok, what's

get my best friend telling me that he just

this is about me or your patient." Paul drew closer

Jeremiah hesitated for the longest time before he dropped backwards on the sofa. "Julie kicked

before he inquired, "Oh, would it have anything to do

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

said yourself she was hard to resist. I

me to keep my damn hands off of her

"C'mon, Jeri, I've seen Justine, the woman is a knockout. You've got the rest of your life

had lost his mind before he

weird all these months

"It's not so much that,

"Then what else

Just then, the urge to blurt out the first thing that came to his mind became so intense, but he held his wrath

"Do your

out then they'll make

"Well, do you need a place to

Holiday Inn down on Meads. I'll be

"You look like you haven't slept in days." Paul turned up

divert his thoughts to another subject that wouldn't offend him so much. Paul, however, just sat and continued to stare on

like he were about to be hit

friend, Stretch Cunningham, dies. So, Archie and Edith go to the guy's funeral where they both end up

Jeremiah just sat and listened to his friend's story that he hoped and prayed would by some holy miracle wind up

the guy's eulogy, but of course fumbles and stumbles

sat and waited for the man to continue to talk.

into Jeremiah's eyes. "Tell your parents what happened between you and Julie." He slowly whispered into the man's face, sounding as if his words

his head; it was all he

said, "I can't believe I'm sitting here listening to a shrink talk about an episode of a TV

is supposed to be wrong with you anyways?" Paul flippantly probed. "Look at you," he pointed, "you're tie is falling apart, your shoes

head. "I just got done telling a guy to go home and 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,"

sat and listened to the air-conditioner come

"I, uh, I don't know what else to say to that effect." Paul remarked in

happened to look over at the man. "How are things

at the man with a

Jeremiah watched as Paul got up from off the sofa and went back over to his desk. "I sat here and told you

"I can't help it that you're

that...ever since she was sent to Ashlandview, she seems to be a