The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Barricaded inside another apartment on a floor which Lynnette really didn't care to even identify, both mother and son sat on the floor with the window wide open as to allow smoke to escape and not suffocate them.She had hoped that with enough smoke escaping the building that it would alarm someone outside to contact the fire department.

The roars of the beast downstairs were becoming more like purring snarls. It sounded at times like it were growing weary and tired, but none of that set Lynnette at ease. She was wise enough to realize that her life would be required of her in order to leave the building.Isaiah slept away on the floor right next to the window. The smoke inside the room wasn't stifling enough to where no one could breathe as of yet, but the time was drawing nigh. More debris was falling from floor to floor and the noise of raging fire was becoming louder and more intense.

Getting up from off the floor, Lynnette made sure to take long drags of oxygen from out the window while rummaging throughout the darkened room for something sharp. She had no plans or schemes to free herself and her child, just raw anxiety and a stomach that was about to explode at any moment from both smoke inhalation and fear.She never bothered to revel in the destruction of one of the beasts, and truth be told, she didn't even know which one it was. All that mattered to her was her baby at that point, and if she couldn't free him then Lynnette was determined beyond all hope to be slaughtered right by his side.

The woman went from room to room until she happened upon a wooden curtain rod in one of the bedrooms that was still lanced upon the top of the window.She reached up and took it down before going back into the kitchen and searching through the sink and in the cabinets for something sharp.

When she couldn't find something like a knife she instead sufficed for three spoons and a fork.With her utensils in hand the woman went back into the front room where Isaiah was resting and sat down next to him by the window where she proceeded to go to work.One by one she bent and twisted off the top portion of the spoons leaving only the sharpened ends of the silverware exposed.

From there she ripped a piece of fabric from off the dirty old rug that was lying on the floor in front of her and bound the spoons and fork together tightly.Lynnette worked diligently while making sure to take puffs of oxygen from the window above her head.

As she kept on she could hear something from within the kitchen scratch and scuffle about. All she did was toss it up to a rodent or perhaps the fire crackling from the other side of the walls. The disturbance wasn't anything too distracting for her to halt her work.

As the young lady tarried on, she couldn't help but to mumble to herself incoherent babblings that not even she was sure what they meant. She was holding a dialogue with God, but her words were less than rational.

"I must've seen it at least a hundred times since I was a little girl." She whispered. "But for the life of me, I can't remember the name of it. It's like a Tootsie Roll or something like that. "C'mon, God, you can do anything, tell me what that candy was daddy bought me when I was—

Without warning, Lynnette's entire body froze. Even her tongue seemed to not want to move anymore. She stared off at the black wall ahead of her before her bottom lip began to tremble.

"God...are we gonna die?" She slurred so softly. "Why is this happening to us?"

The sudden feeling of desolation wrapped her up so tightly that the smoke that was seeping its way underneath the front door for a moment blew right past her on its way out the window.

Right then, the racket from the kitchen grew louder to where Lynnette snapped right out of her trance and went back to her detail.With her utensils wrapped up, the woman took one end of the curtain rod and positioned the utensils at the very tip.

"Mama," a child's voice suddenly spoke out in the blackness.

Lynnette dropped her newly forged weapon to the floor before scooting backwards. With bulging eyes she looked all around her before catching sight of a small silhouette coming from out of the kitchen.

Lynnette grabbed Isaiah and held him against her while shaking uncontrollably. What looked to be a child slowly crept closer and closer before Lynnette found that she couldn't back away any further due to another wall behind her.

The child kept coming towards them before it finally stopped just a foot away from Lynnette's face. Lynnette held out her shivering left hand in defense.

The child only stood for a moment or two before it asked in the most pitiful way, "Are you my mama?"

"Wha...what," Lynnette shuddered.

"Are you my mama?"

Lynnette couldn't see the child's face, but she could smell something that resembled age old must emanate from off the little boy's being.

"Is my mama in here?"

"I...I don't know

place. "Okay then. If you see my mama, can you tell her I'll be outside playing?

watched the boy turn

Lynnette sat curled up in the corner and allowed the harrowing moment to soak all the way inside before placing Isaiah back down onto the floor.

weapon and got up before going to the door. The knob was warm but not hot enough to pull away quickly. She opened the door, tip-toed over

shut the door behind her and went over to the window. She looked outside at the sky that was slowly becoming bright. In the far off distance a streak of lightning

closer at

coming back?"

door an explosion of sorts caused the floor to vibrate. It sounded like the entire building itself was on the verge of

up both her child and her weapon before heading

at the boy. "You're not gonna be my dead weight! I

clasp his mouth shut. She then flung open the door to find the ceiling above crumbling large piece after large piece onto the floor in front of them. Even the apartment they were inside of succumbed to the effects of

was inevitable either way she saw it. The woman, with her whining son's face shielded from the fire, held her

set of stairs that led to the first floor, Lynnette could not only see that the lobby was becoming brighter, but that the other beast was still lurking about in the smoke. With thick, flowing smoke surrounding her and

felt like walking cement, and knowing that she and her son were only a few yards away from a prowling

they first entered. As the beast skulked back and forth Lynnette managed to catch a glimpse of its body, but the thing that

be damned, that's you, isn't it, Arthur?" She said under her breath. "I've got to be

was reaching dangerous, toxic levels, as was the smoke that they had been

Lynnette was well aware that even if she did make it outside the creature would be hot on her slow heels like a cat on two mice. Lynnette gripped her weapon as tight as she could before looking back to

nor did she pray a prayer, she simply pressed her lips firmly together and stepped down one stair after another

doorway was located about thirty or so feet to her left. She could sense that the creature

and raising her weapon. At that very moment, however, Lynnette could see the beast rise to its two feet and stand hunched over in the smoke. The woman wanted to faint right there. For a meager second she saw only

The beast then began growling as it lurched from side to side. It was aware, Lynnette thought to herself.

have any feelings for anyone?" She whispered with a

back on all fours and charging straight at Lynnette. Nearly forgetting that she had a weapon to begin with, she raised her pole

out of the way. The smoke made it nearly impossible for her to see, but with the reemergence of the sun at least its hulking fur was becoming more and

in months Lynnette raced back over and began stabbing the wounded brute all over its body before it managed to grab her makeshift weapon and simply snap it in half. Lynnette fell backwards onto something

got back up and proceeded to lunge at mother and son only to have

Isaiah!" Lynnette shoved

and wallowed about in the

pierce her backside, but that didn't

kicked and screamed at the thing before she was able to kick at its snout. The second it released her she fell so hard on her back that whatever was

Isaiah who

"Get out of here, Isaiah!" She

backside only for her right hand to connect with something very unusual. She reached down into her

to crawl in time. From pulling out the knife, to hearing her son

the blade right into the beast's back, repeatedly stabbing it in any and every part of its

back, while in front of her, large chunks of flaming ceiling came falling down, just missing her