Friends in Dark Corners

By Jo Rentschler

True friends don't always live in the light.

Knowing the Terrors were lurking in her dreams as they did after every time she had a brush with death, Jessie discovered that the bedtime trick she'd been using since a child to hide from them was no longer working. Unless she found another way, it would be only a matter of time before she'd wake up screaming.

They are coming, but not in her dreams.

Jessie was once a happy child with a loving mother and father, but that was before she fell into the plow at her grandparents' house at the age of three. When she came back from the hospital, the night terrors came with and her nightly screaming even woke up the neighbors.

When the freckle appeared on her cheek and spread into her hair, turning the thin dirty blonde locks into thin wiry black strands, even strangers began to avoid the innocent little girl, forbidding their children to play with her.

Growing up and being tormented by her brother, sister, and classmates, waking up in a hospital wasn't a surprise to her any longer, but when she woke in a nursing home, she knew something bad had happened, but nobody would tell her what.

But when the Terrors came after her in the light of day, she knew she had to run or they would torture her for the rest of her life.

Previously published under the name Jill H. O'Bones

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jo Rentschler
• Release date: Apr 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311111944

Jo Rentschler

Jo writes in many different genres, including fantasy, paranormal, science fiction, and horror; but she also likes to add a little romance within.She has always had a love for books, both reading and writing, so when she's not writing or spending time with her family in rural Iowa, you can find her, and probably one of her cats, behind a book.Jo's stories started out as a hobby, but when she wanted to start showing them online, she enlisted her son for help and with the use of a handful of 'Scrabble' tiles, they created her first pen name, Jill H. O'Bones, and she used that pen name to publish her first book, 'A Vow of Tears' as a surprise for her son, never thinking she'd go on to publish five additional books.But as her writing matured, she knew it was time to start writing under a more professional pen name and after a lot of thought she has republished all of her books under her new pen name, Jo Rentschler.Jill isn’t gone, you’ll still be able to find her writing during National Novel Writing Month and visiting other various websites.

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Dedication

To my son

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Friends in Dark Corners

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

About Jill

Connect with Jill

Also by Jill

Prologue

December 22, 1987

11:52 PM

Karla’s blonde hair was damp with sweat. It stuck to her wet face and scalp, feeling like cold worms lying over her skin, but she didn’t care; she wanted to hold her baby. She tried to get out of the bed, but her husband, Daniel, kept his hand pressed against her shoulder as he pushed the button on the small controller so to raise the head of the bed. All she wanted to do was go to the small table a few feet from where she was lying, that was where her child was. The doctor and nurses blocked her view; all she could see was the movement of their arms, hands, and heads as they tried to revive the infant.

As she watched the group of four, all dressed in green scrubs, she felt her husband’s hand squeeze her shoulder when a nurse handed another needle to the doctor. There was a small space between two of the nurses, and now Karla could see one of them forcing air into the child’s mouth with what looked like a bottle, squeezing it after another nurse pressed on the baby’s chest. Everything in the room slowed down to a crawl, and around the edges of Karla’s vision, the room began to go gray.

They had started CPR as soon as Karla delivered the infant, and that was minutes ago, but it felt like hours to Karla. She longed to hold her baby in her arms, but the doctor cut the umbilical cord, scooped the child up, taking it across the room before she could get even a small glimpse of the child she carried for almost nine months.

It was only four hours ago that Karla refereed her oldest two children as they fought over which movie they were going to watch that night. A contraction ripped through her, and she doubled over gasping for a breath; but she rose a few seconds later, she felt a warm wetness in her underwear.

"Daniel! she yelled as she began walking to the bathroom. He came down the steps, having changed out of his work clothes. I think my water just broke," she breathed.

"I’ll get the car started," he said, running to the front door.

She nodded and kept walking to the bathroom, but with every other step, she felt a small tightness in her abdomen, each one seeming to be a little more painful than the last. Leaning in the little nook where the counter met the wall, she started to take off her pants, and as she let her underwear slide down her legs, she saw a thick, dark red blob on the white fabric of the crotch. As she looked at it, her stomach felt as if someone had punched it, and the pain made her cry out and double over, almost losing her balance. The door flew open and her husband rushed in. His eyes first met hers then traveled down to watch a thick red blob run slowly down Karla’s leg. Daniel’s eyes froze on the bloody underwear and his face went white. He rushed over to her, pulling her pants back up, his short blond hair softly brushing against her now freezing cold skin.

Allen, their son, watched from the hallway as Daniel half-carried his mom out of the bathroom.

"Allen, Daniel yelled at the ten-year-old, his panic beginning to take control of his voice. Get your mother’s bag to the car."

The boy did as told, running to the front door, grabbing the small blue suitcase that sat beside it. He was out the door, leaving it open, letting the cold winter night’s air into the warm house.

"Mommy?" a young girl’s voice cried out from the living room, one of her fingers twisting a lock of her long blonde hair.

"I’m taking Mommy to the hospital," Daniel said.

"I want to come, too," the five-year-old cried, running towards her mom, wrapping her small arms around her mother’s leg.

"Christine, her father scolded. You know you can’t come. Grandma and Grandpa will come and get you. He yelled out, Allen, get in here!"

The boy ran into the house, once again leaving the front door wide open.

"Call Grandpa, and watch your sister until they get here," his father yelled over the little girl’s screams, and Allen pulled her away from their mother and towards the phone. He blew the bangs of his blond hair out of his eyes as he dialed the first number on the list next to the phone.

The hospital was only ten minutes away, but Karla was in so much pain. With each punch in the gut, she could feel her underwear becoming wetter.

The doctor didn’t seem too concerned when she arrived at the hospital. Karla was only three days early and the baby had a strong heartbeat, but because of the bleeding, he wanted to get the baby out right away. Karla changed into a hospital gown and was lying in bed, hooked up to machines, and to the IV that held the drugs that induced labor. Contractions ripped through her stomach, and she pushed when told, trying not to use her panic and fear to force the baby out.

"I see the head, the doctor said, his voice calm. One more push," he said, and Karla bore down one more time and felt the baby leave her body.

Two of the nurses were on either side of the doctor handing him equipment to clear out the baby’s nose and mouth, then Karla saw the change in their movement. They became quick and jumpy. The doctor cut the cord and took her baby away.

The low voices of the doctor and nurses whispered around the room, and tears ran down Karla’s cheeks as she watched helplessly as they tried to get her baby breathing. She moved as best she could, her body still numb from the delivery, trying to see around the nurse who’d stepped into her line of vision. Daniel’s grip tightened again, telling her that he wouldn’t let her move.

She looked up at him and could see the pain in his face. He too was watching the commotion around the table under the bright light. Her throat clenched as a tear made its way slowly down his cheek, finding its way around the stubble.

The doctor stood straight and announced the time. He turned his sweat-damp face to her. I’m sorry, he said softly.

Karla took a short breath, and it came out as a painful moan.

The doctor walked over to the bed, and she reached out for him. Through sobs, she said, I would like to hold my baby girl, my Jessie.

A frown threatened to form on his lips, almost hidden by the wrinkles that lined them, but he slowly nodded then looked back at the nurses who were still standing by the lifeless child, one wrapping a blanket around the body. They nodded, even though both were frowning.

The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, and a nurse joined him with a tray covered with a white cloth, but Karla didn’t care what they were going to do. She was watching the heavy-set nurse lift the small covered body into her arms, holding it with the same care she would’ve taken if the child had lived.

The nurse brought the infant over and placed it into Karla’s arms. She cried out as she hugged the child against her chest, its face resting against her throat; the fingers of one of her hands gently stroked the fine light-colored hair. Daniel looked down at his wife and dead child, tears flowing freely from his eyes, and he placed his hand gently on the baby’s head. With a shaking breath, Karla placed a kiss on the child’s forehead, and Daniel bent down and did the same.

The nurse stood next to Daniel, looking down at the child as its mother held it. The soft and innocent face looked almost peaceful, except for the blue tint of death. The nurse could feel her own tears threatening; it tore her up when a baby died. She blinked them back, telling herself she could cry later.

Karla’s cries were ragged, and she was beginning to lose the strength in her arms; she could no longer hold the baby’s body to her chest. The nurse came forward, taking the child. Karla’s strength returned for just a second, not wanting to give the baby up, but the nurse eased her hands around the child and took it from its mother’s arms.

Gently the nurse laid the baby back on the table and started to turn to go back to Karla’s side. Goosebumps raced over her arms as if a breeze caressed them. It wasn’t warm or cold, it was just there, then gone, but chills still raced down the nurse’s spine. There was a soft moan behind her. She turned and looked down at the child and shivered violently. It happened sometimes: Air would leave a dead body, racing over the vocal cords just right, making a noise. She reached down to pull the blanket over the baby girl’s face. The baby’s lips moved and the nurse heard it take in a deep breath of air. Just as the word ‘doctor’ started to leave her lips, the baby shrieked a blood-stopping scream.

As soon as Karla and Daniel walked into Karla’s parents’ house, four women gathered around them, waiting for their turn to look at the swaddled infant in Karla's arms. Daniel left his wife’s side and sat on the couch to give the women room to coo over his daughter.

The baby’s grandmother was the first to look into the baby’s eyes. She is beautiful, the old woman said, her voice cracking just a little.

"Thank you, Mom," Karla said, her voice full of life.

The child looked up into the old woman’s face, her eyes not yet able to make out the details, but they still stayed on the woman, taking in everything she could.

"Take care of her. God has plans for this child," the old woman said. She stepped away, and in her place another old woman stood, the child’s great aunt.

"I still can’t believe you’re holding her in your arms. She softly touched the baby’s hand with her finger. Did they really say she was dead?"

Karla nodded. Even after two months, the memory was still too fresh and painful.

"Do they think she’s going to have problems?"

"They are afraid that she may have some learning difficulties," Karla whispered.

The baby’s eyes slowly went to each face as they chatted, not understanding what they were saying. Different voices spoke, and different faces appeared before her. There was so much going on, so many different faces and voices around her, but they kept moving and she wasn’t able to study them for long. The baby girl closed her eyes, and a whimper escaped from between her lips.

Every female voice oohed at the baby’s cry of frustration.

"Dad? Karla said, turning to the man who sat in a large recliner in front of the TV. Would you like to see your granddaughter?"

"I’ve seen babies before."

She walked over to her father, and he looked up from the TV, only meaning to take a quick glimpse of the child to satisfy his daughter and so not to make his wife angry, but as his eyes slid over the infant, they couldn’t help but stare. The child’s face was flawless white, her eyes a dark blue. Everything about the child was perfect, and he didn’t like it. He quickly looked away, focusing on the TV. I hope you had it baptized.

"Yes, Dad, two weeks ago, while she was still in the hospital."

He grunted and turned his attention back to the TV, but the images were just flashes of colored light. It was hard for him to keep his eyes from following his daughter as she walked away with the infant in her arms. He didn’t know if it was knowing that the child had been born dead, or what, but something about it bothered him.

Jessie turned out to be a very curious little girl, always staring at the people who were around, and everyone thought her inquisitiveness was adorable. She started to walk just before she turned a year, and she was the center of attention when she was around other people. Jessie traveled from person to person, and even animals, to be close enough to them to look into their eyes and to hear their voices.

But Jessie quickly learned to stay away from Christine; Christine did not like her little sister. Every chance Christine got, she would push her little sister; giggling as Jessie landed on her butt with a thump. She hated Jessie, hated her because she now got all of the attention. Jessie’s brother didn’t seem to like her either, but Allen wasn’t as mean as Christine. He would ignore her, but if Jessie kept bugging him, he would knock her to the ground, smiling as Jessie cried.

There was another who didn’t like to be around Jessie: Karla’s father. When Jessie went to her grandparents, he would say hi to Karla and the older two kids then leave the house, hiding out in the garage. Most of the time he wouldn’t even glance at Jessie, but those few times Jessie did get to look into his eyes, she felt scared.

Her grandfather was the reason she almost died when she was three.

Chapter 1

Opening her eyes should have been easy, but when Jessie tried, the lids only lifted a fraction, just enough to let in a sliver of light. They felt so heavy she couldn’t keep them open. She tried again, fighting against gravity so she could see where she was, but they still fought against her.

The sounds around her, the beeping, the echoing of voices on a speaker, and soft footsteps squeaking on polished floors, gave her an idea of where she was, but it was the smell that told her she was right. The scent of bleach and other cleaning chemicals tried to cover up the smell of urine, feces, and death, but failed; it was still there, lingering. She swallowed, and it felt as if she’d swallowed rocks as the muscles of her throat moved.

Jessie tried to open her eyes again and was just able to make out her surroundings. A creamy white wall, a dim light attached to it above a small white sink, the glow made yellow by an old plastic cover. A slight tremor of panic went through her. This didn’t look like a hospital room; she’d been in enough to be able to recognize one. She tried to move her head. Her neck was tight, as if her bones had fused together and the pain, like knives, made her stop.

The pain brought sights, sounds, and feelings that flashed through her mind like a strobe light. Jessie was screaming. She could feel her body trying to thrash, but something was holding her down. A man’s voice yelled to sedate her. Darkness followed and let the terrors in. They didn’t pause, not even for a second, and they started the chase. A blinding light flashed, and when it was gone, a woman’s face was before Jessie, smiling lovingly. Her voice was sweet as she told Jessie she was safe.

The sounds of the room she was in, filled her ears, and again Jessie attempted to make her eyes open. First just a slit, then she forced them wider, but there wasn’t much more to see, just more of the white wall, but she could hear the squeaking of shoes on the polished floor. If she was right, and if she was in some kind of hospital, someone should check on her, but it could be an hour or more. Her eyelids wanted to drop. She forced them to stay open. She needed to get someone’s attention, but her eyes felt dry and hurt when she moved them, as if sand coated them.

Even though her vision was blurry, she knew she was looking at her left hand. It was lying at her side, but it didn’t look like hers. It was very thin and very white; the blue veins were dark against the white skin. When she tried to move her fingers, they didn’t want to respond; they only twitched and then tingled. Her skin felt tight when her fingers did move, almost as if it had dried and shrink-wrapped itself around her bones.

Again, she tried to swallow, but there was no spit in her mouth to wet her dry throat and it locked, making her feel as if she was choking. Clearing her throat hurt more than the swallow. The vibration sliced at the tender skin, and that made her swallow once again, locking her larynx midway for a second, before the muscles relaxed enough to allow it to return to its natural position, but now it felt twice the size it had been.

Jessie’s eyes won, and the lids lowered.

She didn’t know how long she had slept, but she could hear movement next to her. Forcing her eyelids open, she could see white fabric just at the edge of her vision, shifting as the wearer moved. Jessie laid there and watched for a few seconds, her fear of strangers making her freeze. A part of her hoped they would look down and see her eyes were open, but she was afraid, afraid of what the person would do to her. She swallowed, but the dryness in her throat stayed, burning with the movement. Most people ignored or avoided her, but there were a few who would go out of their way to torment her, and Jessie was afraid this woman was one of them.

Jessie stared at the woman as she hung a bag on a rack, completely ignoring her. With the bag hung, the woman hooked a tube to it then brought her attention to Jessie. Even when she looked at Jessie, right into her eyes, the woman didn’t pause; instead, she reached for Jessie’s arm. Jessie’s reaction was automatic, and as soon as the gloved fingers touched her skin, her arm tried to jerk away.

Oh! the old woman gasped, her eyes going so wide that Jessie could see that they were dark brown. Hi?

Jessie blinked and opened her mouth to speak. The vibration raked over her dry throat.

No, don’t talk, the woman yelped. Let me get you something to moisten your mouth and throat first. The woman turned and went over to the sink, her black and silver hair twisted in a braid that hung down to her waist, and it swayed slowly left to right against her back as her hands moved.

Jessie watched the woman’s mirrored reflection as she opened what looked like a pink sucker, and then stuck it under the running water for just a second.

Coming back over to Jessie, the woman brought the pink sucker to her mouth. Jessie parted her lips, allowing the woman to place the sucker into her mouth. But it wasn’t candy; it was a piece of foam that tasted like lemon.

My name is Rhonda, the woman said holding the end of the stick as the foam rested on Jessie’s tongue. Whatever the thing was, Jessie could feel spit now filling her mouth, drawn to the lemon flavor.

Can you tell me your name? the woman asked after she pulled the foam out of Jessie’s mouth.

Jessie, Jessie Smith, Jessie whispered.

Hi there Jessie. The woman’s smile faded just a hair, I’m sorry to tell you, but you were in an accident, and you’re at Jameson Nursing Home.

‘I figured that,’ Jessie said to herself.

Are you okay? Rhonda asked as Jessie stared off into space.

I, Jessie stammered, I can’t remember what happened.

That’s nothing to worry about, very few people do remember.

Jessie's heart started to pound in her chest.

Take a breath, my dear. I need to call your doctor to let him know you’re awake. You can ask him all of your questions when he gets here.

Jessie nodded, and then asked, Can you call my dad?

Rhonda tried to keep her expression calm, but her wrinkled face failed to stop the solemn expression. You just sit back and relax. She placed her hand on top of Jessie’s, and again Jessie flinched. I’ll be back in a few minutes. The woman turned and quickly walked out of Jessie’s sight, but she could hear her shoes squeaking on the floor fading as the woman walked farther away.

Jessie looked straight ahead, trying to remember what happened, but nothing came to her. The last thing she could remember was having breakfast with her father and dreams of a woman with long dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes smiling. There were other things, voices yelling, the feeling of being held down, but nothing else. She remembered the other times, why not this one?

The squeaking of shoes came quickly back into her hearing, and it only took a couple of seconds before Rhonda was back at Jessie’s side. Your doctor is on his way. Would you like to try some water?

Yes, Jessie whispered.

Rhonda went back to the sink and returned with a small paper cup. She lifted it to Jessie’s lips, and Jessie got a few swallows down before the nurse took the cup away. How about we try and get your fingers moving? Rhonda said, taking one of Jessie’s hands into hers.

Jessie felt Rhonda’s warm skin rubbing against her fingers, slowly bending each one at their joints. The first couple of times hurt, and the more they moved, the better they felt, but her skin was so tight. When Rhonda put Jessie’s hand down and took the other, Jessie kept moving the wakened fingers, feeling the stiffness of the joints and muscles as she made them move.

"Take it easy, you don’t want to tire yourself out,’ Rhonda said, placing Jessie’s hand back down.

Jessie started to move those fingers, just to make sure she could. Why is it so hard for me to move? she asked.

You’ve been asleep. Your doctor will talk it over with you. How about another drink? and she brought the glass back up to Jessie’s lips.

As she drank, she knew there was something, other than what happened to her, that the nurse wasn’t talking about. After Rhonda put the glass down, she said, Why don’t you get some rest. I’ll wake you when the doctor gets here.

Jessie looked at the woman and nodded, but she didn’t want to rest, she had just woken up, but she let her lids close to moisten her eyes…

When she opened her eyes, Jessie didn't know how much time had gone by. Rhonda wasn’t next to her, but Jessie could faintly hear her voice. Her neck still wouldn’t move so she could only shift her eyes to the sound. Rhonda was talking to a man in the doorway, who was writing on a clipboard, a man Jessie recognized. He was the only one, other than her dad, who Jessie trusted. He looked up, met Jessie’s eyes, and smiled.

Jessie, he said coming towards her. How are you feeling? he asked, reaching the bed, sitting down on the edge. But that didn’t really bring him any closer to Jessie; she still had to look up to see his eyes. Doctor Bob had to be close to seven feet tall. When Jessie first met him, he seemed like a giant, and it scared her, but with each visit, she discovered that he was a gentle giant and honestly seemed to care about her.

Tired, stiff, she whispered, her eyes shifted to Rhonda who stood a few feet from the bed. Looking back to Doctor Bob, she asked, What happened? I can’t remember, her voice cracking from both sorrow and dryness.

Rhonda, would you help Jessie get something to drink?

The woman went to Jessie’s other side and brought the glass to Jessie’s lips.

As Jessie took a sip, the doctor asked, You know who I am?

Jessie swallowed the warm water. Yes, you’re Doctor Bob.

He nodded and wrote something down on the pages on the clipboard. And how do you know me?

You’re my doctor.

He took what looked like a pen from the clipboard and pointed it a Jessie. A small beam of light came out, making Jessie blink from the brightness. When did we meet? he asked, touching the side of her face where the beam was shining to keep her steady.

She forced her eye to stay open and answered, When I was eleven, after I almost drowned.

He nodded, pointing the light at her other eye. What’s the last thing you remember?

That question brought a frown to Jessie’s face. The light went out, and she closed her eyes. I was eating breakfast with Dad. She paused for a minute, and her eyes opened, I think I went to school.

It’s all right, Doctor Bob said. Can you tell me what year this is?

It’s 2006.

He nodded, but there was something in the way he moved that she didn’t like. What? How long was I out?

Doctor Bob drew in a deep breath and let it out as he took one of Jessie’s hands, his fingers going around her wrist, feeling her pulse.

Jessie looked at the man she’d known for years, but he looked different somehow.

Jessie, he said after a few seconds. You sustained massive injuries, and we kept you in a medically induced coma so your body could heal, but when we tried to bring you out of it, you kept having seizures. The last time we tried, the seizure was so severe your body put itself into a coma. I was worried that if you did wake up, there’d be brain damage. He smiled a big smile, But so far, he gently poked her forehead with his finger, it looks like you’re all there.

How long have I’ve been asleep? Jessie asked, fighting tears, afraid of the answer.

The room was still. It seemed that everyone was holding their breath. Three years, Doctor Bob said softly.

Every ounce of moisture in Jessie was gone. Her throat was instantly dry, and the breath she took was cold and burned as it went into her lungs. She understood what he had said, but she didn’t want to believe it. Is my dad here? she asked, so there was something else to think about.

Doctor Bob looked over at Rhonda. We’re in the process of contacting him, she replied.

So what now? Jessie asked, still not able or wanting to grasp the fact she’d been asleep for three years.

You get better. We’ll get you into physical therapy; get your muscles back into shape and a few pounds on you. Doctor Bob frowned and took Jessie’s hand, holding it this time. I know you’re a strong girl, you’ve shown me how strong you are, but this is going to be hard, and painful. And I know you’re not a patient young lady, but this is going to take time.

Jessie swallowed. So when do we start?

"Right now. You are to take it