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A Wolf in My Bedroom
A Wolf in My Bedroom
A Wolf in My Bedroom
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A Wolf in My Bedroom

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Imagine if your daughter was secretly being visited by an evil entity every night in her bedroom... and you were unawares. In this dark tale, T.K. Wade relates the story of Darlene–a young girl who has developed a relationship with a brooding wolf named Shadow. In many respects, this is a modern-day take on Little Red Riding-Hood and focuses on a feminine desire to be possessed, controlled, and ultimately devoured.
Can Darlene ultimately overcome the creature’s possession, or will she inevitably become his meal? "A Wolf in My Bedroom" is a slow-measured horror story intended for young adult readers and up.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTK Wade
Release dateAug 7, 2017
ISBN9781370704811
A Wolf in My Bedroom
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TK Wade

T.K. Wade is a writer based in coastal North Carolina. His favorite author is L. Frank Baum who has inspired a great deal of his work. Although he specializes in children's literature, he enjoys writing in nearly every genre under the sun. He spends most of his time writing in a room filled with plush animals. Also, you can read his blog at http://tkwadeauthor.blogspot.com/Please enjoy!

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    A Wolf in My Bedroom - TK Wade

    A WOLF IN MY BEDROOM

    by

    T.K. Wade

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

    *****

    PUBLISHED BY:

    T.K. Wade on Smashwords

    Cover Art Illustrated by:

    Chris Buffaloe

    A Wolf in My Bedroom

    Copyright © 2017 by T.K. Wade

    ISBN: 9781370704811

    Thank you for purchasing this eBook. This book may not be reproduced, copied, or distributed.

    Your support and respect for the property of this author is appreciated.

    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

    *****

    A WOLF IN MY BEDROOM

    *****

    Chapter 1 – Eyes in the Dark

    Samantha Peri lay next to her husband Lucas. It was nearing midnight, and the only sounds heard about the house were the light rumblings of thunder and the sounds of a crying child. Lucas was occupying himself with a novel. He really wanted to just go to sleep, but his wife was having some difficulties doing that.

    She’s only eight months old, Lucas, she said in a whimper.

    Lucas turned a page and replied without looking at her, Too old to be crying like this. She needs to figure this out.

    Samantha tittered for a little bit. Soon, she said, But there’s a storm coming.

    "We’re not crying about it, are we?" replied Lucas.

    "But she’s eight months."

    Lucas looked at his wife. He had a very strong gaze, and it had always caused the woman to swoon when she looked into his eyes. He said, All the better, don’t you think?

    The child’s cries still pierced the air into their room. It was constant, and Samantha was having trouble hearing it. Several times, she started to leave the bed, but a strong hand from Lucas would change her mind. The thunder clashed louder, and the sound of rain pattering on the roof now added to the crying of their daughter.

    The woman remained restless but still for a time listening to it all. She suddenly turned to her husband and said, I think I may have left her window cracked.

    I doubt it, he said.

    No, I am serious. I was sitting here thinking about it. The wind could get in… or a burglar.

    Lucas Peri shook his head. Dear, I seem to remember last time you ran to save your daughter it was a loose screw in her crib.

    "It was really loose, she explained. You saw it. I had to tighten it."

    Half a turn, he said. It was hardly about to collapse with her in it.

    Maybe, if she jostled it enough—.

    No, interrupted the husband with a calm yet stern voice.

    Samantha patted her lap with both hands as she tried very hard to think of something else. In reality, she knew he was right. Little Darlene needed to learn that it was fine to sleep alone once in a while. The truth was that she and Lucas might not always be there for her–even in storms such as this.

    Samantha also saw it from another perspective. Darlene–their daughter–was still quite accustomed to having her parents run in there to comfort her. Teaching her to settle for less was–in effect–breaking her heart. She would–for the first time in her life–realize that she could not always depend on someone to help her. This was, perhaps, what upset the mother so much. As another clash of thunder rolled over the house, she yearned all the more to run out to sate the child’s fears for just one more night.

    Little Darlene could not help but cry. She was alone, and there was a lot of scary things in her room that she did not understand. The lights were off too which only made them worse. The storm brought with it terrible sounds and sudden flashes. The room would briefly light up and cast uncanny shadows about the bedroom making it a very terrible and unfamiliar place. This is why she cried. Crying was a way to fix the problems in her short life. The very act brought in two people whom seemed to make these terrible things go away, and until now, it had worked well.

    A gust of wind hit the window on the far side of the room. Darlene peeked up from where she lay in the crib. The window was rattling on the outside. It was a hanging window that could be propped open when it was a nice, sunny day, but at nights–especially stormy ones–it was usually locked shut. That was not the case on this night. The wind was making it rattle and strike against the sill as if begging to be locked down. Darlene continued to cry.

    There was a flash of light. Darlene saw two yellow eyes watching her from through the window. She stopped making noise. What was it? Was it a monster? She stared attentively at the darkened window to see if she could make it out again. For a while, all was silence, and then suddenly, there was another flash of lighting. She saw those same eyes again, but they were now inside the room. Still, she watched. The creature was in there with her… somewhere. What was it? Should she cry again?

    The wolf had chosen his house well. The foolish human had left the window unlatched. He would have an easy opportunity to rid them of their child. It would be an easy kill–a simple bite to the neck. It would be easy enough to take away and eat.

    Slowly, the creature walked towards the unprotected crib. She had seen him, but what good would that do? She could not fight back. She could not shoot her with a gun. She was powerless. All little human girls were powerless, and soon, she would be his.

    He looked though the bars of the crib and saw her stare at the window with wide, fearful eyes. He enjoyed it for a moment. It was that oblivious look that human’s had when they knew something was wrong but had no idea what it was… or where it might come from. Satisfied, he leapt up into the crib and began his growl.

    The child turned around and looked into his cold and terrible eyes as he bared his teeth and let his saliva flow onto the cloth in front of her. He snapped a few times to make her tremble while he drew ever closer to the little thing. But here, the girl did something unexpected. When he was only an inch away from her, she placed her little hands on his nose… and just held them there.

    The wolf ceased all movement. He looked into her eyes, and she into his. She did not seem as afraid as he thought she would be. It was more of a wonder in some respects. Perhaps, she was too young to be afraid, but then… why had she been crying earlier? Here was the monster right in front of her, yet she seemed rather pleased just to hold onto his nose as if to say, Hello there.

    The wolf backed away from her touch. Somehow, he still felt it. What an odd sensation it was. She just looked at him with those little eyes like he was some sort of stuffed animal. He shook his head and leapt back to the floor. His meal would have to wait… until later. Even as he walked to the window, the girl continued to look at him with some sort of silly fascination. He would need time to sort this out. When the wolf was gone from the room, Darlene lay down and went right to sleep.

    She stopped crying, said Samantha.

    It’s for the best, said Lucas turning off the lamp. At least now, we can go to sleep.

    The mother continued to sit there a bit longer. With sadness, she muttered, We broke her heart.

    ~~~~~

    Chapter 2 – Preschool

    Darlene was five years old. She had been going to Busy Bee Preschool for a couple of years, and she really had grown into it. The little girl had red hair that was tied up into pigtails. She never really liked having them tied up, but her mother thought it was cute.

    Today, she was laying out on the ground during recess with her friend Cindy. They were coloring in books while all the other children were playing on swings and slides. Darlene had only met Cindy a month prior, but they really got along well and usually tried to stay close to one another while at Busy Bee.

    His name is Ozzy, said Cindy while she tried to stay in the lines. He’s a dragon.

    What color is he? asked Darlene who likewise was concentrating on her art.

    Pink polka dot, came the reply. The other color is just green like it should be.

    Can dragons have polka dots? asked Darlene.

    Why can’t they?

    Darlene tried to explain, I never saw an animal that had polka dots.

    Cindy shook her head. Dragons aren’t animals. They’re people. They can be polka dotted if they wanna be.

    Darlene looked at her friend incredulously. Aren’t I people?

    Sure, you are.

    One time, I wanted to have brown hair, but my hair stayed red. I don’t think being people means you can choose what you look like.

    But you’re not a dragon, explained Cindy.

    Oh, I didn’t think of that, said Darlene. Whoops. I wish I was a dragon now.

    Dragons can’t have red hair, added Cindy.

    Why not?

    "Dragon’s don’t have any hair."

    It was all making a lot of sense to Darlene. Cindy was probably the leading expert on dragons in Busy Bee Preschool. She felt like she was learning a lot about the strange creature, and if she was to ever meet one, she would know a thing or two about them. However, Darlene was unsure if she would ever actually meet one with the daily routine that had been set up for her. Dragons did not often fit into a little girl’s life. Cindy must have just been special or something.

    What about you? asked Cindy as she flipped to another page. She had given up on the previous one–too many mistakes.

    Darlene did not take long to answer, His name is Shadow.

    What kind of creature is he? asked Cindy.

    He’s a wolf.

    Just a wolf?

    The redhead did not understand what Cindy meant by that comment. She said, Wolves can be people too, but I don’t think they can be polka dot.

    What color is he?

    Dark gray. You can’t even see him when the lights are out.

    Not even a little? asked Cindy with newfound curiosity.

    Darlene thought about it. Well, sometimes you can see his eyes. They’re yellowy.

    Does he talk to you?

    Sometimes, replied Darlene. He usually just sits there and looks at me.

    What do you do when he does that?

    I look back at him. He doesn’t care.

    It sounds a little boring, thought Cindy aloud. She really had not intended to be rude, but Darlene did not like hearing it too much.

    What do you do with your dragon? asked Darlene in

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