Night Stalker in Carthage Falls – by Kevin Lazarus – Part 1

(This blog is the beginning of a series of blogs from The Dark Side of Carthage Falls, The Anthology – by Kevin Lazarus)

What I am about to tell you is the beginning of a series of truly mysterious events that happened to me when I was very young. I have told these stories to very few during my lifetime and refrain from using the name of the town out of consideration for friends who might still live there; who also experienced similar events. What I am about to reveal to you is the truth…

Autumn Shadows

The onset of fall came early that year, ushered in by windy nights and chilled breezes. Even at the age of eight I knew it meant that the snow would fly early and that it was going to be a long winter. As with most autumns, the sun would set earlier with each day. We had just moved to this town because it was close to my step-father’s work. I will call the town Carthage Falls for the sake of a name. We moved into a new house that had just been built in a new development on the side of a mountain in Carthage Falls. As I would learn later in life, this little town was old and had a dark legacy well known among the locals.

That summer had been full of new friends and new adventures—and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to go to a new school or have a new teacher. Things at home weren’t all that great, so I didn’t want to be there either. I would stay as long as I could at my friend’s, even into the fall, well after school had begun—when night would come early. That’s when it started, on one of those long walks home—in the dark—when I first realized that strange sensation, that I wasn’t alone.

In the middle of a stretched, lonely sidewalk, I stopped and surveyed my surroundings. I was keenly aware of every sound, every movement and every shadow. Though I couldn’t see anything, I could feel it. I had never had that kind of experience in my life. It was like an alarm going off in my soul; a warning bell ringing in my head. Something was following me. I could feel it.

For a moment, I deluded myself with the hope that it was one of my friend’s parents watching over me, making sure that I arrived home safe. With my growing awareness of every shadow, heightened by nearby street lamps; every leaf tumbling in the autumn breeze, I began to wish it was one of my friend’s parents—but it wasn’t—and there was no one there!

In my child like way of viewing the world, I brushed it off believing my imagination was getting the best of me; thinking, of course, that it was the effect of those scary movies I had become so fond of every Friday night. At that moment I took off running. Never once looking back. I blew through the front door of my home where I hugged my mother, ate my dinner and huddled under the covers of my bed; where the events of a strange experience finally faded somewhere between the twilight of my sleep and the advent of my dreams.

To be continued…Part Two: Night Stalker in Carthage Falls – Monday October 31st (Halloween)

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Happy Halloween!

Kevin Lazarus


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