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...presents... Goodnight, Benjamin
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by Tequila Willy
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>>> a cDc publication.......1994 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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____ _ ____ _ ____ _ ____ _ ____
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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Benjamin awoke with a jolt. The warm summer night had covered him with a
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sweat that drenched his body and his bedding. He glanced at the clock reading
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1:02 A.M.
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It was then that he heard it again. He heard that forsaken "Tap... tap...
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tap" coming from somewhere within the darkened recesses of his home.
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Sitting upright, he wondered if he had only imagined the sound. Earlier,
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when he was drifting off to sleep, he thought he heard a tapping, but it was
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far off and distant as if in a dream. But now that he was awake he was almost
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sure that the tapping was not confined in a dream. After what seemed like an
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eternity of waiting and listening, he heard it again.
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"Tap... tap... tap."
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He eased himself out of bed and reached for his robe hanging on a hook
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near the window. He cautiously crept toward the lightswitch on the wall next
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to the bedroom doorway.
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Flipping the lightswitch flooded the room with light. He knew, like
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everyone knew, that turning on the lights always made the monsters go away.
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He stood in the doorway for several minutes and then returned to bed still
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wearing his robe. He lay in bed listening to the brewing storm outside.
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Perhaps the noise was merely the storm.
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"Tap... tap... tap." Benjamin's heart began to pound in his chest. This
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tapping wasn't coming from his bedroom.
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He walked out into the hallway and headed for the kitchen, flipping on
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every light as he went.
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Upon first entering the darkened kitchen he saw something moving outside
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the window on the door. Switching on the lights only cast a sheltering glare
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upon the window. Through the glare he could see a huge figure moving outside.
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Benjamin gasped. Just beyond the thin pane of glass he saw a pair of
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large white eyes watching his every move.
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Benjamin's heart jumped into his throat. His hand fumbled and he managed
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to switch on the porch light. There was nothing outside the window.
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Imagination.
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"Damn!" shouted Benjamin, as if to comfort himself alone in the house.
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The wind was picking up outside and he could hear the leaves rustling and
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dancing about on the concrete.
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"Branches against a window!" Benjamin assured himself. For a moment he
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felt a pride in solving the mystery of the tapping.
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"I'll wait for it again to make sure. Branches. Yeah!"
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He waited for the sound. He poured a glass of milk. He waited for the
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sound. Pacing the floor. He thought about the eyes again. Waiting. He
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walked to the window on the door and peered out into the dark night.
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"Tap... tap... tap."
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It must have been coming from the basement. There was a window in the
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basement up toward the ceiling.
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"A bush is probably just brushing against the window."
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With a tug, he managed to open the heavy basement door. Because of the
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decorating, there had not been any working lights in the basement for a week
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now.
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He grabbed a flashlight and illuminated the darkness below. Creeping down
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the stairs he saw movement in the corner of the room, below the basement
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window.
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He shined the light.
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"Snicker! How did you get in here? Come here, kitty! Come here!"
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The tapping was coming from the toy mouse that Snicker was playing with on
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the basement floor. The cat trotted toward Benjamin's receptive arms.
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Benjamin felt a flood of relief flow through his body as he picked up
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Snicker and headed back up the staircase.
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"Now how could you make so much noise down here all by yourself, Snickie?"
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Walking up the stairs with the cat in his arms he heard it again.
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"Tap... tap... tap."
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Spinning around he shined the light on the mouse. It lay still. He then
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directed the light on the basement window.
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This time his light only shown on a pair of huge white bulging eyes.
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There was lots of thick matted brown fur. He could see long dark claws that
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made a "tap... tap... tapping" sound when they were pushed against the basement
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window.
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With a "tap... tap... t--" the window shattered into a hundred shards of
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glass onto the basement floor. The thing lunged through the window at him.
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His throat managed to let out a suffocated gasp of terror.
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Benjamin awoke with a jolt.
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The house seemed eerie with silence.
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"It was a dream! It was just a dream!" Benjamin gasped. "But the cat,
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and that thing at the window... it all seemed so... so real."
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His heart was still pounding as he sat upright and wrung his hands.
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Glancing at the clock he saw that it read 3:02 A.M. He knew that he still had
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several more hours before he needed to get up and go about the day's business.
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He turned so that he was now sitting on the side of the bed and leaned
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over to grab his robe that hung on a hook near the window. It was then that he
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heard it.
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"Tap... tap... tap."
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There was silence before he heard it again.
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"Tap... tap... tap."
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This time the taps, it seemed, were coming from directly outside his
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bedroom window.
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(' ') | Save yourself! Go outside! DO SOMETHING! |
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(U) |==================================================================|
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.ooM |Copyright (c) 1994 cDc communications and Tequila Willy. |
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\_______/|All Rights Reserved. 05/01/1994-#257|
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