Other Realms-Darkest Timeline-Episode 3

            “What truth?!” Jack shouted.

            Reed placed his hand on his brother’s arm, “Jack…”

            But Jack jerked his arm from his brother’s grasp, strode toward their mother and repeated, inches from her face, “What truth, Mother?! What’s going on?!”

            Jehenne walked to the kitchen counter, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the spittle from her face. She then smiled at her son and said, “Say it, don’t spray it, Jack.”

            Jack’s face reddened. “You’re going to joke?! With everything that’s happening?!”

            “Jack, calm down,” said Reed.

            Jack swung around to face his brother, “No! I won’t calm down! This weird shit probably doesn’t faze you because you’ve always lived in the fringes anyway! But I have a bright future! I’m a winner! I have big plans and I need the world to go back to fucking normal!”

            Amir turned to Jehenne and said, “I told you that you should have trained them in our ways when they were young.”

            “I wanted them to have normal lives, Amir. Adita grew up too fast.”

            “Better to be prepared. You knew they would come back one day,” answered Amir.

            “It’s been centuries, time doesn’t pass the same way for them. You sound like one of those Jesus freaks, thinking it’s time for the second coming, which if it ever does happen, it will be long after we’re all gone. And, we closed the portal, remember?”

            “Well, how do you explain all that’s been happening lately? And, we’re immortal, remember?” asked Amir.

            “It’s just a glitch between universes, Amir. It happens from time to time. And we are long-lived, but not immortal.”

            “She’s back and you know it,” said Amir.

            “Who’s back?! I want some answers!” shouted Jack.

            “You need to calm down, Jack,” said Jehenne, turning to face her son.

            “Calm down?! People are disappearing, weird houses are popping up out of nowhere with strange doorways that lead to nowhere or some crazy Alice in Wonderland fucking places!” Jack shouted.

            Now Jack had Jehenne and Amir’s full attention. “What are you talking about Jack? What have you seen?” asked Amir.

            Reed stepped forward and said, “We both saw it.”

            All eyes were now on Reed, and Jehenne said, “Tell us what you saw, Reed.”

            When Reed finished telling them all that had transpired earlier in the day, they were all silent for a moment and then Amir asked, “So you did see a woman?”

            “More like a monster,” said Reed.

            “Did you not listen to the description?!” interjected Jack.

            “Yes, yes, but that may be just how she appeared in that world,” said Amir.

            Jehenne turned toward Amir, “Do you really think it was her?”

            “I don’t know, but if it was, we have to stop her from getting into our world.” Amir turned toward Reed and asked, “Where is the house? We need to destroy it.”

            “Destroy it? We can’t. We have to get the object,” said Reed.

            “Why is the object so important to you, son” asked Jehenne.

            “I don’t know exactly. I just have a feeling,” said Reed.

            “A feeling?! Seriously?!” Jack bellowed as he grabbed his shorter brother by the shoulders and spun him around to face him. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?! You love this fucking shit!”

            “Stop!” shouted Amir.

            Jack dropped his hands from Reed’s shoulders and turned to face Amir and shouted, “Shut up old man! You don’t even care about your own daughter! Just some stupid fucking house!”

            Amir was in Jack’s face instantly and even though the younger man towered over him, with his six-foot tall, athletic frame; the older, shorter, Indian man, knocked him flat on his back with one swift punch to the jaw.

            “Not bad for an old man,” Amir said, looking down on Jack who was sprawled out on his back on the linoleum floor. Amir reached out his right hand, Jack took it and Amir easily lifted him to his feet. “You need to show some respect to your elders, boy,” the older man said.

            “Yes sir,” said Jack.

            The four of them rode in silence in Jack’s car heading toward the outskirts of town where the brothers had found the old house. Jehenne rode shotgun while Amir and Reed had settled in the back seats. Jack looked straight ahead, face stern. Jehenne reached over and placed a hand on his leg. He glanced at her for a moment, eyes liquid with emotion, and then faced forward again.

            Jack drove through the center of the town and then pulled onto a side street that ran along the outer edge of the town. When he reached the end of a row of wood-framed houses on the fringes of the city limits, he pulled over to the curb and parked the car.

            “Why are you stopping here?” asked Jehenne.

            “This is where the house is…was,” answered Reed from behind her.

            “So, the portal is closed. Good, then the worst is over,” said Jehenne.

            “With the disappearances that have been happening, I doubt that was the only portal,” said Amir.

            “Well, this was the one where she was spotted and it’s closed now,” said Jehenne.

            “First of all, we don’t know if it was her and second of all, just because it’s gone, that doesn’t mean she didn’t come through before it closed,” said Amir.

            “Jack, Reed, did you boys see the woman again after you re-entered our world?” asked Jehenne.

            “No, I came back alone, or was thrown out,” said Reed.

            “Did you see anyone, Jack?” Jehenne asked.

            “No, Reed and I were alone when we left the house,” Jack answered.

            “That doesn’t prove anything, Jehenne. She could have entered our world after they left,” said Amir.

            “Amir, she’s not here! The boys said the door slammed shut after Reed was thrown through it. And the house is gone now.”

            “Look Jehenne, I know you’re scared…” began Amir.

            “Scared?! I’m not afraid of her!” Jehenne was shouting now.

            “Really? You know how powerful she is. She’s the one who…”

            “Taught me, I know. And that’s why I know her tricks. If she is here, we’ll defeat her again and this time, I’ll destroy her!”

            “Well, be that as it may, let’s get out and check this area for any portal remnants, just in case,” said Amir.

            “Portal remnants? Is that a thing?” asked Reed.

            “Sometimes a small bit of the interdimensional gateway remains open, lingers around a bit,” said Jehenne.

            “This just gets better and better,” said Jack as he turned off the engine and then stepped out of the car. “And what about Adita? Don’t you even care that your daughter is missing, Amir?”

            Amir stepped out of the car and faced Jack, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Of course I care, son. I’m worried too, but she has trained for this all her life. I have faith in her.”

            “Trained all her life?”

            “You need to have faith too, Jack. There is so much you don’t know,” said Amir.

            As the four of them headed to the former location of the mystery house, Samuel James appeared as if from out of nowhere.

            “Dad!” Reed and Jack said in unison.

            “How did you get here?” asked Jack.

            “Samyaza, you’re here. Finally,” said Amir.

            “I had some business to take care of, old friend,” said Samyaza.

            “Business, what business is more important than what is happening here?” asked Amir.

            “There are other realms besides this one, Amir,” answered Samyaza.

            Jehenne walked over and embraced her husband. Even at her height of 5’8”, his 6’3” physique towered over her. He lifted her chin with his right hand, his ebony skin contrasting with her lightly tanned skin, reached down and lightly kissed her on her mouth. He then looked up and said to the group, “The portal is closed.”

            “How can you be so sure?” asked Amir.

            “Have you forgotten who I am, Amir?”

            Amir and Samyaza stared at each other in silence. Amir looking up at the much taller angel, glaring.

            “You two need to stand down. We need to take a ride to Antonia’s. She’s been searching for a dreamwalker. Hopefully her search has been successful,” said Jehenne.

            “She’s right,” said Amir.

            “Alright, my love, I’ll meet you there,” said Samyaza to his beloved before vanishing.

            “What the hell?!” said Jack.

            “It’s okay,” said Reed.

            “Did you know that our parents weren’t who they said they were, Reed? I don’t understand.”

            “No, I didn’t know exactly. It’s hard to explain.”

            “Well try,” said Jack.

            “Boys, we need to head to Antonia’s ranch, Kuhaylah Arabians. There is much to tell you,” said Jehenne.

            “Much to tell us? That’s an understatement,” said Jack as he dutifully headed back to the car with the others. But then he stopped and turned toward his mother. “Why did you say Antonia’s ranch and the name of it? Why would you say both?”

            “For the reader,” said Jehenne.

            “The reader? Have you completely lost your mind, Mom?!”

            Jehenne laughed, “Jack, when extraordinary events happen throughout the cosmos, there is always a historical record.”

            “Yeah, but not exact dialogue, word for word as such.”

            “You never know who’s listening son,” said Jehenne as she turned and headed toward the passenger side of Jack’s car.

Jack stepped into the driver’s seat and started the car, but before pulling off, glanced back at Reed, sitting behind their mother and their eyes locked for an instant. Jack was overcome with a feeling of calm, then faced forward again and pulled out onto the road.

“Reader,” Jehenne began. She smiled and waived her hand indicating the others, “Don’t worry, only you can hear me. I am much older than I look, and I’ve learned to never take life too seriously, just simply sit back and enjoy the ride. That’s what I’m hoping you will do as you watch these events unfold. Time is not linear for me nor for many of the creatures who are slipping back into our world through crevices that had been closed for millennia, so pay close attention reader, this adventure will be exhilarating to say the least. And one more thing, reader. I might not speak directly to you for a while, but you’re always in my thoughts.”

Quarantine

Sooo….I’m currently quarantined because I was in close contact with someone who is now struck down by Covid-19. I’m on the fourth day of said quarantine, and the first three days were not handled well by me at all. The first day was the worst, because I allowed my anxiety to take control of me the whole day, and that night I couldn’t sleep because my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I’ve wasted three days of prime writing time just waiting to get sick. I kind of snapped out of it a little yesterday; did a few household chores and worked out, but no writing…

Well I am writing this now and getting caught up on Supernatural. 🙂 I only have four more episodes, so no spoilers, please! Anyway, I’m trying to get the writing juices flowing again, so that’s the reason for this post. Tomorrow I get back to real writing; there will be more horror stories coming your way and the next chapter of Darkest Timeline!

For now, here’s a Supernatural meme:

Bizarro World-Darkest Timeline-Episode 2

            “Has what?” asked Jack as he helped his brother sit up. “And who’s she?”

            Reed was still gasping for air, so he didn’t answer.

            “Who is she?! And what does she have?!” Jack asked again.

            Reed’s breathing had returned to normal and he answered, “I don’t know who she is, and I don’t know what she has.”

            “Have you lost your mind?!” shouted Jack.

            “I know it doesn’t make any sense, Jack, but I have to trust my gut. Something very strange is happening here in Dale City. Something really bad. That woman holds the key. And I don’t think she’s a woman exactly,” said Reed as he stood up and attempted to brush off some of the grime that had attached itself to him from the filthy floor of the decrepit house.

            “She’s not a woman…exactly? What does that even mean?” asked Jack as he took his brother’s arm and pulled him toward the front door of the house.

            After they reached the sidewalk and started walking away side by side, Reed said, “We have to get back in there.”

            Jack turned, grabbed his brother by the shoulders and spun him toward himself. Jack was taller than Reed and very fit. Reed was fit too, but taken by surprise. “Are you crazy?” asked Jack between clenched teeth as he faced his older brother and stared down into his face.

            Before Reed could answer, Jack’s cell rang. Jack took his hands of Reed and pulled out his phone.

            “It’s mom,” said Jack.

            Jack tapped the phone before placing it to his ear. “Hi, Mom,” he said. “What do you mean? Are you sure? …where was she last seen?”

            Reed’s heart reached out to Jack as he watched the expressions of fear, disbelief and loss contort his brother’s face.

            “Okay Mom, we’ll head over there right now,” said Jack, before placing the phone back in his pocket. He ran his hand down his face, sighed and then facing Reed again said, “Adita’s missing.”

            “I’m so sorry, Jack,” said Reed.

            “She’s probably just getting her nails done somewhere and her cell battery is dead,” answered Jack with false bravado. Adita was as meticulous and dependable as her fiancé.

            Reed fell in step with his brother as they trotted back to the Pharm-Mart where they had left Reed’s BMW X7 in the parking lot. He had already remotely started the engine of the luxury vehicle. They jumped in and Reed pulled out of the parking lot a little too fast, just missing a pickup that was passing on the main road. He continued to exceed the speed limit as they headed toward the old downtown.

            “Jack, you know this whole area is monitored by the highway patrol,” said Reed.

            “For once, I’m taking advantage of Dad’s position in this po-dunk town,” Jack snapped back at him.

            Reed sighed, leaned back, and looked out the window. His view consisted of a mix old wood-frame houses, many of which were in desperate need of a new coat of paint. Some of them so dilapidated they were just the gray color of old wood.

            Most people in Dale City and the surrounding area lived off the land or paycheck to paycheck, except for the lucky ones who worked at James Corp.

            As they drew closer to the refurbished downtown, some of the prosperity could be seen. Several of the James Corp execs had remodeled the sprawling early 1900 era houses. Some opted for the traditional white, others were more creative, with sky-blue or some other pastel for the main color and trimmed in white. The houses had porches that ran across the entire front and sometimes the side of the house as well. Reed envisioned a past history of white ladies, in billowing dresses sitting in rocking chairs on those porches as a black maid served them a glass of lemonade or some such. Jack pulled into the driveway of one of the solid white houses. Their father didn’t like bold colors.

            Their mother, Jaclyn James, appeared as if from nowhere beside the opulent vehicle. She was as elegant as ever attired in skinny jeans, sleeveless, Under Armour t-shirt and flat heeled leather boots. She had her long black hair pulled into a ponytail and her normally alabaster skin, was lightly tanned.

            “C’mon boys, we’re going to Amir’s shop. He was the last to see Adita,” she said as she slid into the back seat on the driver’s side.

            The brothers exchanged a look, but knowing it was a waste of time questioning their mother, said nothing. They got back in the vehicle and backed out of the driveway.

            Amir Singh was standing on the sidewalk in front of his antique shop, waiting for them it seemed. Jack pulled his car into one of the slanted parking spots that lined the main street of downtown Dale City.

            Amir locked the front door of the shop and switched off the neon open sign after they were all inside and then headed to the back without a word. The trio followed in silence as he led them through the shop, which was full of the standard antiques found in any small, Texas town. There were old wooden dressers with chips and scratches, ancient looking garden gnomes, decorative plates on little metal stands depicting women with big, old fashioned dresses, and ceramic figurines in the shapes of cats and roosters and the like. When they reached the back of the shop, he opened the door to the living quarters and waved them through. After he locked that door behind them, he turned and faced them.

            “We need to tell them the truth, Jehenne,” he said to Jaclyn.

            Jaclyn nodded, “I agree, but Sam won’t like it.”

            “Samyaza is not in charge here, I am,” said Amir

            Jaclyn, no, Jehenne laughed, “No Amir, this is not the time for warriors to charge into battle. There is much at stake here. The one responsible for all this is too powerful for even an immortal Rajput warrior and an angel.”

            “An angel who led the Grigori to freedom from oppression,” interjected Amir.

“Even one who led a revolt against Heaven. This is the time for witches and shamans. We have been preparing for this for centuries. We must find the dreamwalker.”

            Reed and Jack were dumbfounded. They exchanged a look and then turned their attention back toward the parental figures that they had known all their lives, who now seemed like strangers.

……..

            She watched as the taller human helped the shorter one sit up and then stand up from the filthy floor of the old house. But this house did not belong here. Where she was from, this house glistened with pure white columns throughout and long corridors that led toward towering, ornate, solid marble doorways that opened to various, parallel worlds. She made a sound of disgust that she had ended up back in the universe that contained the sniveling humans.

            The two young men hadn’t noticed her because there was no sound in this void. The one who had discovered her, hadn’t even seen her as she was flung from the other realm along with him. She almost had the object, when he interrupted her trance. She now sensed the two were brothers, and not quite human…they were something more.

            She stood up as she watched them exit the house. She looked down at the skimpy outfit the human had imagined for her and with just a thought, her attire became black leather pants, black top, and black boots to match. Her hair changed from black and piled on top of her head, to wavy, blonde, and flowing past her shoulders. Her face no longer full of sharp teeth, but the face of an angel, she thought to herself. She laughed softly as the thought came to her that the humans would liken her to an angel.

            She stepped out of the house into the bright sunlight, and laughed again as she watched the two brothers running in the distance.

Are We Living in a Multiverse?

Well, I’d like to think so and I’m not alone.

From Wikipedia: “Multiple universes have been hypothesized in cosmologyphysicsastronomyreligionphilosophytranspersonal psychologymusic and all kinds of literature, particularly in science fictioncomic books and fantasy. In these contexts, parallel universes are also called “alternate universes”, “quantum universes”, “interpenetrating dimensions”, “parallel universes”, “parallel dimensions”, “parallel worlds”, “parallel realities”, “quantum realities”, “alternate realities”, “alternate timelines“, “alternate dimensions” and “dimensional planes”.”

A couple of examples in fiction:

Dr. Strange:

My favorite episode of Community (I’m addicted to this show btw):

Remedial Chaos Theory
“Just so you know Jeff, you are now creating 6 different timelines.”-Abed Nadir
The Darkest Timeline

I plan on writing a lot more in depth about Multiverse Theory, but I haven’t posted in awhile, so this is just a quick, fun, reminder that I still exist in this timeline!

And in spite of Covid, it is not the darkest timeline! We’ll make it through this! But it sucks, I know.

Stay well everybody!