2 Minutes to Midnight

  2 Minutes to Midnight

  2 Minutes to Midnight

  Midpoint

  2 Minutes to Midnight

  Strange Tales of the Unusual

  STEVE LANG

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Copyright © 2015 Steve Lang

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  ISBN: 151746157X

  ISBN-13: 978-1517461577

  This is for Nicholas, my son, friend, and why I write.

  ___________________

  My editor on this book was

  Mr. Charlie Michener. His contribution to

  this book has been great, and much appreciated.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank you to my wife Brandy and son Nicholas for their endless patience as I sat behind my computer day after day, night after night, to create the world of short stories you are about to read. I love you both very much, and Nicholas, you are my ideal reader and who I write for. Thank you to April M. Reign, my friend and fellow author, for your support and friendship. Please, go check out her work she’s a phenomenal writer. Thank you Charlie Michener for your editing expertise. I’ll keep you busy, because we have a lot more work to do.

  I would also like to thank the rock band Iron Maiden for the lyrics to their legendary songs. The emotion and strength in many of their albums were an inspiration for much of my work in this novel, and in the stories to come in 2 Minutes to Midnight Volume II.

  Thank you also Great Spirit for your guiding hand, and my gift for writing.

  TO THE READER

  2 Minutes to Midnight was inspired by my love of history, science, and science fiction. In November, 2014 I decided to write a story a week for a year to hone my craft as a writer. This proved to be a challenging adventure, and one I am glad I dug into, because I was afforded the ability to walk many unexpected paths. At first the writing was for me alone, a chance to spread my literary wings in private, but as the people, places and events began to unfold I realized I had at least one book of good short stories waiting to be published, and it turned into two.

  When I was sixteen stories into my personal challenge I watched an interview with Ray Bradbury that appeared out of the blue in my YouTube list of suggested videos to watch, and in that interview he said: If you want to be a writer, write a story a week for a year, and then you’ll be a writer, and write what you like to write about, so I did. I began to write two stories a week, sometimes three at one time.

  I am delighted to present my first anthology in the hope that you take something away from the words, emotions, and crazy situations my characters get themselves into. Thank you for reading,

  STEVE LANG

  “Time travel was once considered scientific heresy, and I used to avoid talking about it for fear of being labeled a ‘crank.’”

  ~ Stephen Hawking

  “War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.”

  ~ Smedley Butler, 1935, Major General, U.S. Marine Corps and highest ranking officer of the time.

  Contents

  The Watch

  Strangers in a Bar

  The Basement

  The Mars Tetrahedron

  The Day Satan Quit

  Traveling Salesman

  The Petrified Man

  The Horror of Stanton Manor

  2 Minutes to Midnight

  Transistor Radio

  The Ducks

  The Good Fight

  Dark Planet

  Thanks Given

  Mirror World

  The Legend of Lightning Foot Jenkins

  Up on the Mountain

  The Draco Crystal

  The Gate

  Teenagers From Zeta Reticuli

  Princess Amon and the Rift Pilots

  The Long Dark Road

  Weird

  Human Trials

  No Rest for the Wicked

  Blue Skies

  the watch

  Life’s greatest experiences are contained within tiny moments. The gold pocket watch Phillip’s mother gave him had always been a mystery, but Phillip was about to understand its meaning.

  Philip McSwain strolled along Peach Orchard road, his hand in Lucy’s Struther’s, his girlfriend of three years.

  “Where are we going?” Lucy asked.

  “I thought I’d take you to my grandfather’s place. It’s just up the road from here.”

  “I thought he was dead. Didn’t your family sell the house?” Lucy asked.

  Warm summer sunlight danced on her long blond hair giving Lucy an ethereal glowing appearance as they walked close together.

  “Technically, we have no idea what happened to him, so my mom didn’t want to sell the house without knowing for sure if he was ever coming back.”

  “How long’s he been gone?”

  “About three years, and I’ve wanted to come up here and check his house out a few times to see if I could find any clues. The police investigated but it’s a cold case or whatever now.” Phillip answered.

  “So, why are we going now? You too chicken to go alone?” Lucy laughed.

  “No, of course not. I just thought it would be a cool walk for us.”

  She smiled, and shook her head.

  “Trevor McSwain, my Grandpa, was kind of the black sheep of our family. He traveled a lot and had collected a bunch of rare artifacts from around the world. He’s got a small museum of freaky stuff up there. My mom stopped visiting him when she said a demon chased her through the house.”

  “A what? I’m calling bullshit on that one.” Lucy said.

  “Hey, it’s just what she told me. I’ve got no reason to lie. Anyway, that’s why I have not come up here before.”

  “I think big tough Phillip needs his girlfriend to go into the scary house with him.” Lucy said.

  “I’m glad you’re with me, yes.”

  They continued down the empty street, and aside from the McSwain residence there were no more houses on the road. Tall green trees lined each side of the street. The sound of summer insects calling to each other made the teens feel less alone, but the farther they walked the more legitimate Phillip’s story sounded. They were half a mile from the closest house.

  “There’s the front gate.” Phillip said.

  A black wrought iron gate about seven feet tall, appeared around a bend, and beyond it sat the two-story house, across a field of weeds, waiting for Trevor’s return like a lone sentry.

  “Yikes, I don’t think I’d go here alone either. Spooky house, Phillip.” Lucy said.

  “Yeah, it’s creepy. Wait till we get inside.”

  Phillip produced a ring of keys from his pocket. One of them was long and black, and had a head shaped like a human skull.

  “Let me guess, that’s the gate key?” Lucy asked.

  “My grandpa had a flare for the dramatic.”

  Phillip pulled the gate open, cringing as it creaked on rusty wheels.

  “Let’s go.”

  Trevor’s house towered over the two teenagers, growing larger as they approached.

  “I always thought this place looked like it was alive, breathing, you know? The windows seem like eyes looking down at me.” Phillip said.

  “If you want me to go in there with you, you had better stop describing how you feel about the house.” Lucy smiled.

>   The two walked up the cracked and dilapidated asphalt driveway. The lawn had not been mowed in years and was now a field of tall wild grass. A black cat darted out of the weeds.

  “Oh my god! That thing just scared the shit out of me.” Lucy said.

  The cat stopped for a minute, hissed at them, and then bolted out of sight. In the distance they could hear dog barks approaching. Something small and black skittered through the weeds.

  “What’s that, another cat?” Phillip asked.

  “You tell me, this is your neck of the woods.”

  The creature in the weeds bolted across the driveway, chasing after the cat. It was neither a cat nor dog, but something not of this world. It stood on two legs and was about a foot tall, with bat like ears and long black claws at the end of tiny arms. It stopped for a moment, grinned at the two teenagers with a mouth full of needle teeth and cackled as it ran out of sight. The dog was getting closer as the little monster disappeared in the direction of the cat.

  “I’m leaving, man. That thing is where I draw the line. I love you, be safe!”

  “Let’s just get inside. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in the house like that. Whatever it was.” Phillip said.

  Lucy turned to leave as a large snarling dog that resembled a Rottweiler walked through the gate, blocking her exit. This dog had a single glowing red eye in the center of its head, and waves of heat rose from its back like a midsummer desert road.

  “Jesus, what is this place? Did you bring me to the doorway to Hell?

  The dog stood watching them for a moment, and then began to saunter forward. Phillip pulled out a pocket knife, and extended the two inch blade.

  “I think you’re going to piss it off with that thing.” Lucy said.

  They were five feet from the front door, and Phillip could feel his mouth go dry as panic began to overwhelm his ability to reason.

  “I’ve always been afraid of large dogs. As a boy two wild Doberman’s chased, and bit me in the butt as I tried to escape. Sixteen stitches on the left butt cheek later and I have a permanent reminder of that day.”

  “This isn’t a dog, Phillip. Maybe your mom was telling the truth after all. You got the key to his house? Get it out!”

  The cycloptic Rottweiler stood his ground, snarling at them.

  “It’s herding us toward the house.” Lucy said.

  Phillip turned and put his key in the front door, and as he heard the lock click open the snarling dog turned, ran down the driveway, around the black gate, and vanished like a ghost.

  The interior reeked of old cigars and dust. No humans had entered this place in years. Clinging cobwebs hung from the ceiling, waving, blowing in the breeze brought in by Phillip’s entrance. He stepped inside first and the floor let out a loud creak.

  “I think the house knows we’re here.” Lucy whispered.

  “I don’t really want to think about that, but thanks.”

  “Come on! We just saw a dog with an eye in the middle of its head. I don’t know if it can get much freakier.” Lucy said.

  They walked into the living area where stacks of books lay strewn about as if a bookstore had been dumped inside his house. Thick dust covered most exposed surfaces, causing Lucy to sneeze when she picked up a book.

  “The Futility of War,” said Lucy. “Here’s another one. Demonic Possession and You: What To Do If You Are Possessed. Interesting collection of books.” Lucy shrugged.

  “He was an oddball. Kept talking about alternative dimensions, time travel, and reincarnation. He harped on it so much that Mom got scared for us. She was afraid his insanity would rub off.”

  “This is a strange place. I’d be nervous too. You see the shelf of shrunken heads over there?” Lucy said.

  “Grandpa gave me this watch.” Phillip said.

  He took the small gold watch out of his pocket and opened the face to show Lucy the inscription.

  “‘For those who dare to dream, the stars are only a moment away.’ That’s a cool inscription.” Lucy smiled, rolled it over in her hands. “What’s with the gear hole on the back?”

  “I’ve never been able to figure it out, but do you see those planets inside the face? Earth, the moon, and Saturn? If you turn the little dial on top the hands move, and so do the planets, but the thing that drives me crazy is that I can never get them to align. All three chase each other around the face as you wind the watch and look at the nine—it’s jade and glows bright under a lamp. The whole thing is kind of a puzzle.”

  They explored Trevor McSwain’s house, looking from one room to another at the strange assortment of oddities. One room contained a series of caskets stacked with newspaper articles from around the world. Crystal balls lay here and there mounted on shelves and another room Trevor had dedicated to anatomically reconstructed animal skeletons in glass cases.

  “What was he doing in here?” Lucy asked.

  She felt as if curious eyes were watching them as they continued.

  “He was trying to figure out where we came from. You know, humans. That’s what he told me when I was little.”

  “We evolved from sea creatures, and monkeys, right? I mean that’s what they tell us in school.” Lucy said.

  “I don’t know. That’s a whole Darwin thing, and I think Darwin was guessing. He said that given enough time a bear could transform into a whale if conditions were necessary for it to do so. How in the hell does that make any sense to anyone, and yet they teach us that natural selection crap in school.” Phillip said.

  “Well, what do you think happened?” Lucy asked.

  “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

  “No I won’t. Try me.”

  “I think we were put here by someone, or a race of people. Humans are not indigenous to this planet, and we’re refugees from somewhere else.

  “Where do you think we come from?”

  “Right here, somehow, and don’t ask me why, because I can’t tell you.”

  Phillips tapped on the Saturn symbol on his watch.

  “You think that’s nuts?” Phillip asked.

  “No, I don’t, but I wouldn’t go around telling a bunch of people that. We don’t exactly live in the most open minded times.” Lucy answered.

  “Hey, no problem. I didn’t want to tell you.”

  Phillip was holding his hands defensively in the air.

  “If I remember correctly, there was some cool stuff in the basement. Want to go see?” Phillip said.

  “Not a chance, I’m done here, and I think I’ll go home.” Lucy said.

  “Awwww. come on! Let’s go look.”

  “I’ve already seen two weird creatures, some shrunken heads, and caskets filled with moth eaten news articles, and I think the fun is over. Besides, the sun’s going down soon and that road back has no lights.”

  “OK, I’ll walk you to the door.” Philip said.

  When they reached the door both teens could see that the big black dog had returned. It was sitting on the porch blocking their way and facing the gate. As if it sensed her plane, the dog turned its head baring rows of sharp white teeth, and glared at them with the unblinking red eye.

  “What is with that dog?” Lucy said.

  “It looks like we may be trapped here, unless we can find another way out.”

  “Let me guess, there’s a storm door or something in the basement?” Lucy asked.

  “I have no idea, and the dog from hell was not in my plan when we were coming here.”

  A pawing came at the door.

  “Think we should let it in?” Phillip asked.

  Lucy raised her hand as if to smack him, and he saw the warning in her eyes. Phillip laughed, but the shadows were growing longer across the room, and he did not want to spend the night in his grandfather’s creepy old home.

  “To the basement, then?”

  Something big and loud bumped on the floor upstairs, and then began to roll.

  “Let’s go.” Lucy said.

  Phillip brought out the smal
l penlight he had carried on his keychain, and opened the basement door. Darkness was all he could see until the tiny LED bulbs illuminated the stairwell. Trevor McSwain’s basement was a maze of winding corners and little rooms crammed with artifacts.

  “There’s a difference between being a collector and a hoarder.” Lucy said.

  “It looks like he never threw anything out. My god, what a mess.” Phillip replied.

  At the back of the labyrinthine passageways the concrete basement wall had been cut in an archway about seven feet tall and three feet wide. A brick wall lay beyond the concrete, recessed about three inches.

  “There’s nothing else here. I wonder what possessed him to cut the wall out like that.”

  “Look at that.” Phillip shone his light on a pedestal.

  Beside the recessed brick doorway was a white ceramic pedestal with a tiny gear protruding from the top. Phillip removed the watch from his pocket and turned it over to reveal the gear shaped inlay.

  “I wonder…” Phillip said.

  He placed his watch on the pedestal. Suddenly the planetary hands began to move independent of the minute and hour hands. They aligned at the jade nine, first Earth, then the moon, and finally Saturn, and all three began to glow with a supernatural light.

  “Phillip, look at the brick wall!” Lucy screamed.

  The mortar had been replaced by intense white light and the bricks were shaking with a violent rhythm. With a sudden whoosh the bricks were sucked into a dark vacuum where a vast field of stars, and gasses swirled in a celestial show of brilliance.

  “Phillip! Turn it off, turn it off.” Lucy screamed.

  “No, my god! It’s, it’s… wonderful!” Phillip was breathless.

  The teenagers were staring into space from Trevor McSwain’s basement. The view began to shift and change before their eyes like a movie out of focus. A city in ruins began to form before their eyes, until it was right outside their window.

  “Is this real?” Lucy whispered.

  From behind them the dog was walking down the basement stairs with his teeth bared, and snarling. His saliva burned little black holes in the wooden stairs. The hound’s toenails clicked like the sound of a death clock ticking in their heads.

  “We could probably step through. Maybe the dog won’t follow us?” Phillip whispered.

  “Are you crazy? We just saw space and stars in a void! What happens if we step out that door and fall into nothing, and die?” Lucy said.