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The rest of the night was quiet, and so was Sandie's morning. If the alarm went off, she never heard it, and she slept hard until nearly ten, when her phone rang.

"I think it's gone," she told Connie. "I mean, I don't want to jinx anything with optimism, but at least it's gone on vacation."

She drank her coffee black and supervised the installation of a new door. She picked up the phone to call Mike, but remembered belatedly that he had a noon Mass, and set it down again to wait until later.

Local news entertained her until the thump came from the new door.

A person's silhouette was visible through the frosted glass, standing still and dark beneath the shade of the back porch.

The thump came again – not a knock, but a meaty thwack as though the visitor was trying to come straight through. Then there was the horrible squeak of skin sliding down the glass.

Sandie's lip curled. She added Windex to her mental grocery list and stood up, grabbing a heavy wooden candle stick from the end table as she went to answer the door. Tomorrow, she thought, I'm going gun shopping.

The silhouette ran itself against the door again, like a drunk who had lost the concept of solid matter. No one ever came to the back door any more, not since Doña Elvira from the house across the creek had died. Delivery men never came to the back door. Cable men never came to the back door. Since Doña Elvira, only dead bodies came to the back door.

Sandie turned the knob and peered outside.

A most peculiar individual peered back. It was naked and bizarrely generic, archetypal, the sort of thing that one might envision if one's only knowledge of humanity came from the first paragraph of an encyclopedia entry. It cocked its bald head and studied the mud mat on the ground with flat, black eyes, its slender, hairless arms encircling its slender, hairless chest. Though Sandie stared in consternation, there was nothing of interest between its slender, hairless legs. And though its eyes were fixed on the cement, somehow she knew that the thing itself was watching her closely. Waiting.

Slowly, as though uncertain of its own body, the creature reached out one pallid hand…

Sandie slammed the door. It failed to catch. She grabbed hold of the wriggling fingers, shoved them back outside, and slammed the door again, threw the bolt, fastened the chain, and raced upstairs to hide in the closet.

"I'm not messing with this," she muttered to her knees in the mothball-scented darkness. "I am so not messing with this right now. Nope. No frigging way. Can't make me. I refuse to let this be real."

From the bottom of the closet, surrounded by wool and denim, there was no way a thumping creature could reach her. She listened hard, but if it was still there, she could not hear it. The pipes creaked, and the air conditioner rumbled, and her breath stirred the fringe on an old poncho, but downstairs was as far away as another planet. She leaned back against the wall and watched the slash of light that filtered beneath the door. Nothing came for her.

Five minutes passed, then fifteen, and Sandie took a deep breath and admitted that she was being stupid. She crawled out of the closet and sat very still in the afternoon sunlight that pooled on the carpet, listening. Still, there was nothing. It was probably gone.

She was not even scared, Sandie realized, just overwhelmed and pissed off and very much unamused at the persistent stupidity of life in general. She picked up her candlestick and took it back downstairs.

The silhouette was still there, standing inhumanly still just beyond the frosted glass. Still waiting.

"I - DON'T - NEED THIS," Sandie shrieked at the door. Then she went about ignoring it.

She did three loads of laundry, including the coffee-stained shirts she had been soaking in detergent. She cooked a box of macaroni and ate it with a sliced hotdog wiener. She turned up the air conditioner and checked local news for a weather report. It was over a hundred degrees outside. A twinge of guilt made her glance at the door, but she told herself that the thing could use the garden hose if it really needed to. Or it could just go away and hang out wherever it belonged. She ran the dishwasher and sat in front of her laptop for half an hour, trying and failing to produce a good poem.

It never moved once.

She showed up unexpectedly at the Joe Haus and worked a four hour shift under Brandon's skeptical eye, logging inventory because business was slow.

"I need some no-thinking time," she said when he asked her what the hell she thought she was doing. "I didn't punch in, don't worry."

He told her to go ahead and punch in anyway. "Just… call ahead or something," he said with a bewildered frown.

When she got home, it was too dark to see anything on the back porch. She turned on the outside light and sighed at the shadow that fell across the floor.

"God, you must be some kind of idiot," she said softly, not really knowing whether she was talking to it or to herself. She opened the door half an inch, using her foot to keep it from opening any further.

The thing was still there, still naked, still weird. It had gone from staring at the mud mat to standing with its eyes unfocused, as though it was listening. The eyes were all pupil, veinless white and inky black with no trace of color in between. A tiny pink gecko had stuck itself to the creature's cheek. There was nothing frightening about a gecko.

Sandie opened the door a little bit wider. The gecko fled, more scared of her than it was of the oddity it had chosen for its perch.

I can do this, Sandie thought. It's not doing anything, anyway.

"Do you need something?" she asked aloud.

The eyes did not move, but Sandie could feel Its attention gathering on her, and a barely perceptible vibration shivered in her bones for a fraction of a second.

"Shit," she said. "It's you, isn't it?" She was torn between being pissed that It was back and being relieved that she would not have to deal with something new.

?

The thought was faint and weak.

repaired. attempt. too costly. lost source.

It was so tired, so empty that Sandie wanted to cry, but It sucked that out of her and left her with only the dregs of compassion.

more? There was no hope in the question.

"I'll see what I can do." She took It by the arm – Its flesh was cold and stiff – and brought It inside.
So I know I promised some explanation in this chapter... PSYCH!

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: YOU ARE HERE
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: [link]
Chapter 11: [link]
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oviedomedina Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2012
repaired. attempt. too costly. lost source.

It was so tired, so empty that Sandie wanted to cry, but It sucked that out of her and left her with only the dregs of compassion.

There´s something about the raw feeling delivered in these two sentences, so unexpected yet so direct that really make you want to hug both Sandie and, uh, The It?

Wonderful.
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
O_O

I have no words. Just a face.
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:iconquiestinliteris:
QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2012  Professional Writer
Well... I'm glad you have a face, I suppose. You'd be unspeakably creepy without one.
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I didn't even think about that. Guh.
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Contraltissimo Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012
This installment made me take my feet of the floor and tuck them under me in my chair. :fear:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
See, I do that, and then I fall out of my chair. Be careful, friend.
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Hakyness3876 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi, you're my new favorite person after this chapter. After "Then she went about ignoring it," specifically. I love you very very much.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
:blush: Aww, I am? You're too sweet. Love you too, dear.
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Hakyness3876 Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
YOU'RE JUST SO AWESOME!
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Keep writing awesomeness with your awesome brain, honey.
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Abraxas-within Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, this story is really cool and addicting. Is it some sort of weird alien creature? Don't answer, I'll find out soon hopefully. :)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
I shall say nothing! Keep reading. ;D
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xEmoXDudetx Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
it needs a hug!
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:iconquiestinliteris:
QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
Pff, yeah, probably. xD
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nataroque Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
This is getting so awesome
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
:la: Thank you!
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CalleighBlack Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I can't believe she brought it inside! So brave. Cool.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012  Professional Writer
Well, Texas gets damn hot. Leaving it outside would be mean. :<
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CalleighBlack Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yes it does. Still, that was pretty brave.
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EdgeOfEternity32 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2012  Student Writer
Aw...it's kinda cute in a weird way.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2012  Professional Writer
xD :huggle:
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Tigzzz Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Dun Dun Duuuuuuun!!!
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Morgana-Jones Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You what? I don't understand! :O
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2012  Professional Writer
;D
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Morgana-Jones Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
It's really good, I command* you to write more.
*I know I have no authority over you, but it was worth a try...
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2012  Professional Writer
xD I shall. By all means.
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914four Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh man, I've been away too long. This is absolutely spellbinding! :-)
Now where did I leave that coffeemaker?
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Professional Writer
Lol, it's so boring you need coffee to keep you awake? /shot
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914four Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
No, it was waiting for the author to produce the next chapter that required the coffee :-)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012  Professional Writer
xD
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Ashdancer Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2012   General Artist
I adore this. You update now? Although I think I would have prolly let it in for tea or summary from the get-go. I don't think I grasp the concept of scary.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2012  Professional Writer
I update now. Or rather, soon. :)
Lol, tea with Creatures. I would do that. xD
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Ashdancer Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2012   General Artist
It's like, "Nice of you to drop by. You prolly should've called first." XD
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Ashdancer Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2012   General Artist
Bugger. That should say SOMETHING, not SUMMARY. Auto-correct strikes again.
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Avalon620 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2012  Student Writer
Fascinating..... :plotting:

I love how she's not scared at all! :D Very unique character!
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012  Professional Writer
^^ Thanks!
I think Sandie is a bit like me in that regard. Less "D: EEK!" and more ".__. Seriously?"
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Avalon620 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012  Student Writer
Ha! :D
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Lizardhound Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ah. Some sort of empath/vampire-thingy.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2012  Professional Writer
Sort of. :)
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Lizardhound Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
ha! I'm kinda right!
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LittleFishPenguin95 Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
So, it's not a zombie really right? Like... It kind of heals itself with people's fear and pain is what I'm getting. Am I right?
By the way, I love ALL of these. I could not stop reading them haha. I can't wait for the next chapter! :D
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012  Professional Writer
That's actually pretty close. ;) And no, it's not actually a zombie.
I'm so glad you're liking them!
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LittleFishPenguin95 Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Okay, I didn't think so :p I'm glad I wasn't completely missing the point somehow XD I was worried lol
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magdalagarza Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
*is psyched*

I love how we could tell that Sandie is in the customer service sector because the first thing she directly says to the Thing is "Do you need anything?" Funny and character-building!

One small thing: I'm missing a transition between the zombie and the slender, hairless, uninterestingly-crotched creature. I mean, it was a rotting corpse before. Shouldn't Sandie be thinking Another one?! instead of assuming it's the same beastie? That's the impression I'm getting anyway...
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2012  Professional Writer
"Would you like a flavor shot?" would have been too blatant... xD

That's actually explained in the first couple of paragraphs of the next chapter. If the explanation doesn't cut it, do let me know, because I was sort of concerned about that.
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magdalagarza Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, excellent, excellent. I hope it comes out soon. :D
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Kay-March Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012
I answered 1st to the image than to the text, I understand my mistake, now. I spoke like if it was a female instead of a male... it makes more sense like that... a clearer and real image of your fantasy
You scored again, with a poetic image of the stranger, love it
the physical and telepathic connection of Sandie and strange is intensifying... chapter 7, please
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012  Professional Writer
<3 Thank you! I'm working on it. :)
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Kay-March Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012
go for it, you're in the right track
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012   Writer
Well, it's about time these two got together in one place with no walls or any kind of glass anymore! I nearly capitalized "It"-'s - hah. A creature like this one has to make this type of change for readers or, by the next day, your protagonist (who could be more than one) might own (and use) a gun. Yuck-re: guns. Okay, I don't mean to offend you kids and oldsters who proudly own them, but I'll use a heavy wooden candlestick anyday instead. And/or "not thinking." And/or compassion for the weary. By the way, I like the tantalizing bit about Dona Elvira here too. This is coming together very nicely. I looked to see if you have this at #theWrittenRevolution (it's in 41 clubs!?!?) but you don't, so I won't write a 'full' critique. I'll just say "Please carry on- *JudgeNotNovels -and have a good time while you do." I am :)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012  Professional Writer
xD When the zombies rise, I'll be a lot more comfortable blowing them away with a 12-gauge from across the room than trying to beat their brains out at close range. Bringing a candlestick to a gun fight... :lmao:
And yes, I'm a bit group-happy. >>; Or perhaps more than a bit.
I'm in #theWrittenRevolution but I don't think I've ever submitted to it. O_o Not sure why, but it's not because I'm averse to full critiques. :)
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