Spider Web Dance

By Ville Tammi

What would you do when facing Evil?
Would you do everything to not surrender to its power?
In the grip of his deadly addiction, when all chips are down, Jack has to face a twisted and sadistic man from his troubled past to gain a second chance in life.
Where it will lead him, nobody knows...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books on Demand
• Release date: Sep 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9789528018315

Ville Tammi

I'm 37 year-old man from Finland, Northern Europe. This is my first Novella. My idols are Dean Koontz and Stephen King.

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Spider Web Dance

Nimiösivu

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

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What would you do when facing Evil?

Would you do everything to not surrender to its power?

In the grip of his deadly addiction, when all chips are down, Jack has to face a twisted and sadistic man from his troubled past to gain a second chance in life.

Where it will lead him, nobody knows...

CHAPTER 1

As Friday evening progressed, Dennis Wilkinson became more and more elevated. He typed the last word to the current chapter in his new novel, and when he gazed out at the outside world, he saw that snow had started floating peacefully in the clearing of spruces that covered the lodge in all directions.

He had bought this cottage, twenty miles south from Bangor, with the money he had made from that successful Fiery Vision, his last year’s Top Ten Best Seller Horror.

Logs blazed in the fireplace, loosening his strings. Dennis was struck by déjà vu. He recollected the beginning of his first sober day, five years ago exactly. Back then, he had lived in his brother’s confined garage on the other side of the country. On that taxing night, when the third hour after midnight

was showing in that oil-smeared radio clock, he had felt the presence of something indescribable. It was as if power had manifested itself within him and Dennis was suddenly tuned into the most melodic harmony ever within his suffering—a suffering that he had known as his life up to that point.

This feeling had been a lovely prequel, and as his recovery lengthened, so did the depth of that same truth inside of his cocaine- and heroin-ravaged body and spirit. After many years of discovering how deep the rabbit hole actually went, he had found himself in a well that reached all the way down to the Source.

His own tears unveiled his soul, which had been re-forged in the flames of his addiction

—a complex, deadly disease that followed any addict to his or her grave. However, it was possible to live a clean, fulfilled, and happy life. This new way of living meant surrendering completely and receiving help. Then there were new healthy tools to be learned, such as being honest and open in every aspect possible. Next in line was clearing the chaos of the past and getting to know oneself in a process called Step Work.

So you only had to change…everything. A high task for anyone, especially for people who had fucked up their lives profoundly by years of drug abuse. But like writing a book, you couldn’t make it happen if you never started.

Dennis was a fine example that a better life could be achieved, one day at a time. The first three months of sobriety had been a living nightmare as the enslaving power of opiates had ever so slowly evaporated from his receptor’s memory, while at the same time the absolute strongest force of his addiction had loosened its hold of his worn psyche.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sweet and tempting voice.

Come to bed, Dennis.

His misty eyes made the owner of the voice, in that stunningly beautiful, white satin, full-body pajama, look like some ancient royal figure carved out of ice. The most magical movie in little Dennis’s world had been Snow Queen, and now he was married to her. All the China White couldn’t compare with her purity and zest for life, and only during one of his pinnacle points in recovery had Dennis realized those to be the exact things he had always craved from drugs.

As he left the MacBook, his not-so-secret mistress, unattended and walked toward their queen-size bed, he felt like a true king: righteous and valiant.

The next morning, Teresa Wilkinson—up until around two years ago known as Teresa Wafford—smelled the rich aroma of freshly ground beans, which invited her to start another day.

After their delicious breakfast consisting of coffee, toast with cream cheese, OJ, and boiled eggs, and before she tackled whatever was coming her way, she and Dennis embarked on a walk.

As they walked out of their elaborate, owl-ornate, cedar door—which was not reinforced in any way and would have been a sign that said burglars welcome in any half-grown city—they saw a fox startle from his breakfast, an unlucky squirrel, and run for the cover of the wood.

Last night had witnessed an ever-increasing fall. An almost three-inch blanket of snow covered theirs and the Heineman’s property. Justin and Virginia were their only neighbors. Justin worked as an electrical engineer in Bangor’s Power and Gas, and his better half was a part-time teacher at St. George Art College.

That’s weird. Shouldn’t he be at work? Teresa said, pointing at the fudge-pearl Dodge Ram in their friend’s yard.

Maybe they chose to have little bit of hanky-panky. Let’s leave them be, it’s too early to pay a visit.

Something isn’t right. I can’t help it. Please, let’s check that everything is cool.

If it makes you happy. You do the honors.

They walked to the front lawn, and she knocked on the door multiple times in vain. As they started to leave, Teresa decided to try and open their door.

To her surprise, it opened smoothly.

She was about to holler at them,