Classic Horrors Club

I didn’t get much rest after I laid down yesterday afternoon. Before I knew it, Barnabas returned to discuss our next steps. I glanced at the clock and told him it was almost 6:30. He asked how I felt and I told him I wish he’d stop asking me that. He apologized and I asked him if the sun was anywhere near the horizon yet.

He responded that it was already below the horizon and that the moon should be rising in another half hour. I breathed a sigh of relief and told him we wouldn’t have to wait that long. There wouldn’t be any transformation. You see, I always start feeling a pain just as the sun hits the horizon, and I didn’t feel anything then.

Barnabas was concerned and suggested we wait anyway just to be safe. I told him it was really not necessary. I’ve gone through it so many times that I really know all about it I have all the phases of it quite under my control and knowledge. 

He said he could imagine how relieved I must feel. Yeah, I was relieved and a little tired, too. On days like today I can never really rest for all the anxiety and tension of what’s going to happen. Barnabas said he could understand that. I felt a little better knowing that nothing was going to happen and said I might celebrate a little and have a little drink.

Barnabas didn’t join me. He said he’d go back to Collinwood, that he’d like to tell Julia the good news. Well, not all of it was good. Next month we’ll have to go through at least another night of the same thing. He reminded me that a lot can happen in a month.

I muttered that maybe nothing will happen, too, then apologized for being pessimistic. Barnabas confidently said that if we didn’t succeed this first month, it wouldn’t be because we hadn’t tried. 

That’s true. And you know I’m very grateful to Barnabas for everything he’s doing. I told him he’s a good man. He responded that there have been those that didn’t think so. I told him we knew they’re wrong. Very wrong. We said good night.

I poured that little drink I mentioned and looked out the window. A month… Barnabas had no idea how short a month can be. I downed my drink and walked over to pour another when I felt a pain. No, it couldn’t be. It was impossible! I doubled over, collapsed on the floor, and realized this was a different kind of pain. The last thing I remember before passing out is trying to grab the phone…

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