The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann
September 13, 1988
It’s a Tuesday. My younger brother, James and I are coming home from school. I’m ten years old and he is eight. We are both excited because Daddy is going to be home today. He has been away on a business trip, we haven’t seen him for two weeks.
I feel something is wrong when I open the door. No Killer welcoming us home, no delicious smells or Mom calling out from the kitchen.
“Mommy? Daddy?” I call out.
“Mommy! Daddy!” I hear a high-pitched voice mimicking me, suddenly a huge black man appears and slaps duct tape over my mouth. A large black garbage bag is pulled over my head and body. He uses duct tape to wrap me up like a package.
James is screaming; “Let her go! Let her go!”
I am thrown on the sofa. I can hear James is getting the same treatment as me.
Trying to get up, I roll off the sofa and hit the floor hard. I can hear a door slam. Then footsteps back to me.
He lifts me up and I’m carried upstairs and tossed on the bed. I hear heavy breathing. Scissors start to cut the plastic away from my face.
I ‘m crying, scared to death.
His big, nearly black eyes are staring into mine. The sweat from his face is dripping down onto my face, mixing with my tears
He reaches out and I hear a zipper noise. Next to the bed on a chair is Pussy Galore in her pet carrier. He has opened the carrier and is dragging her out.
“Stop crying. I am going to hurt you,” he says with a grin. Pussy Galore is hissing and fighting to get loose.
I cry even harder.
“OK,” he says, “do you love your cat?” Now he is dangling her in front of my eyes.
“If you are not a good little girl and do exactly as I say, I will strangle your cat.”
He takes the other hand and puts it around Pussy’s neck. She lets out a low cry and tries to struggle away from his grip.
I draw a deep breath and stop crying.
“That’s better, now I will put your little sweetheart in her cage so you can see her all the time.”
My eyes are glued to Pussy Galore. My body is rigid and I have wet myself.
He takes the scissors and continues to cut open the plastic.
Oh, God, please don’t let him kill my cat! Oh, God, what is he going to do? Why don’t Mommy and Daddy help me?
Now he’s ripping off my panties and spreading my legs. My eyes are still glued to Pussy Galore.
Suddenly I feel a terrible pain, I turn my head back to him, the last thing I see is his big, ugly brown eyes.
Then everything goes mercifully black.
I wake up and it’s dark outside. I try to move but it hurts. I look down and see blood. I still have duct tape over my mouth. I rip it off and scream. Pussy Galore, trapped in her cage, meows loudly.
Finally I manage to get my feet on the floor and I reach out and open the cage. She jumps out and runs out the door.
I’m in my parents’ bedroom. “Mommy! Mommy!” I’m crying.
I hear a banging noise. The noise is coming from the closet underneath the stairs.
Later – It seems like forever – I manage to get downstairs.
When I open the closet door, I see James in a black trash bag with duct tape all around it. There is an opening for his eyes. He’s crying and gulping for air. I drag him out into the hallway.
“I will help you. I will help you,” I repeat, over and over again, while I try to get the bag off him.
Finally, I manage to get his head free and I pull the duct tape off his mouth. He is screaming at the top of his lungs, “Mommy!”
I’m shaking all over but manage to stagger into the kitchen. Mom and Dad are lying in a pool of blood. Their throats are cut. I start shaking even more uncontrollably and run out of the house screaming.
Inside my head a nursery rhyme is howling.
Lizzie Borden took an axe
and gave her mother 40 whacks.
When she saw what she had done
She gave her father 41.
A woman walking her dog catches me just before I faint.