'Silent Night'

     Hump Day has arrived and gone for most of us, so I hoped you enjoyed. How was my day? oh, well since you asked, it was horrible! Well, I don't want to exagerate and eventually jenks myself to have a bad Thursday. But todday... today just wasnt a comfortable day. Sprinted a mile and a half for PT. Not really sure if I'm physically fit for this Airforce life... even after 6years lol. But back to the Blog... Today's entry is a sequel to an earlier post titled 'Love Hurts'. Remember that? You better! When I wrote it for Writers Digest, it was originally named Midnight Movie, and there are a few references to that title in this entry. So look out for that. I made 3 parts to this little story, and I was quite proud of myself. I was taking the random prompts and connecting them to the same story. I forgot the details of this particular prompt, but it was something about a Christmas Carol... so here we go... 'Silent Night'.

                                                             'Silent Night'


    

One of my eyes opened slowly and scanned my surroundings, while informing the other eye that the coast was clear. I was lying on the floor with my door wide open. Thankfully Kristina and her crazy ex had left. I felt a small gash on my forehead as I sat up trying to gather my thoughts. Maybe it was the hit on the head, or my pride dissolving, but I could hear Christmas carols; surely I wasn't struck that hard.

“Silent night... Holy night...” echoed through my head in an angelic tone. I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me, or was it really somebody in my house singing. After that horrible 'Midnight Movie' the last thing I was in the mood for was a chant of holiday spirit.

I stood up and walked to the front door, the December draft was painful against my new wound but I was startled by a group of kids staring straight up at me. Their eyes judged me pathetically; I guess they had witnessed the previous altercation. I could still hear the Christmas carol, but their mouths weren't moving. Maybe I was too far away, or maybe my eyes weren't fully functioning yet.

“All is calm... All is bright..."

I stood in the doorway and lit a cigarette. The nicotine rushed through my veins and eased my pain immediately as the wind blew ashes back in the apartment... then the carols continued.

“Round yon Virgin, Mother and child”

The kids were still staring at me, still in the same position, like Macy department store mannequins. Their mouths weren't moving, but the carols continued.

"Where are their parents!?" I thought to myself. With sealed lips, and piercing pupils, they stared at me, and the carols continued. I was spooked now.

I began to circle the group. Nobody moved not even a twitch or a blink. No cold smoky breaths escaped their noses; they possessed no humanly qualities, with their angelic voices.

“Holy infant, so tender and mild”

I saw no radio, no source of this carol, but the voices continued.

“Sleep in heavenly peace”

The hair stood up on my neck like Viagra shampoo. I stared into the face of one of the children and saw no emotion, but the voices continued.

“Sleep in heavenly peace”

I reached for one just needing to feel something to assure myself that they weren't ghost. As my hand got closer to the kid my hair stood up even straighter... another four hours of that and I would need to seek medical attention. When my fingers reached a point where they should have felt resistance, they just floated through. It was like the choir was a desert mirage of a water fountain. I panicked and stepped back until I slipped on a sheet of ice. It seemed to happen in slow motion, and I braced myself mentally for impact but I suddenly woke up back on my apartment floor, with the door wide open… and cigarette ashes beside me.