Perfect Synchrony

Shiftless

"Beatrice, Beatrice!" His squeaky voice called for me. "Our son is in pain! Come and help me."

Searching the shelf with bundles of books, I put down the one I had chosen to run out of the room. As I ran, the stairs arrived before me in mere seconds, quicker then expected, sending chills down my spine, but that was of no matter to me, for the problem awaited down the wooden steps.

I took 5 quick steps down, my legs slowly resisting, yet as the next few steps followed, they held me back completely like fear was controlling me, informing me of the horror that waited in my very own house of russet.

Expected terror in my face, but saw the devil playing his tricks instead.

"Beatrice, Beatrice! Our son is in danger! He could die, please help us! Don't stand, walk over!" He screamed in panic, but what could be done when everything was frozen before my very eyes. Waited to see blood dripping down my sons body and camouflaging with the red carpet that lie beneath, except what was encountered brought nothing else. My son lie motionless in the living room as my dear husband, Drew, looked with an emotionless expression. His visage moved not an inch, nor did his eyes blink, yet I could feel steps being made by an enigma, frightening me, pushing me down to the carpet's soft touch.

"Beatrice? What's going on? Call 911!" I could hear him. But nothing could be said to him, for nothing could be seen of him except his shiftless body staring at me. I immediately stood and ran for the door as I reached for a phone, then as I located one, I pursued the door as my fingers pressed 911, but not for them.

It dialled; a man spoke through asking "What might be the problem?"

I explained and screamed simultaneously as I reached for the door, but when it all seemed to come back to reality, the door was torn away; not by me, but by a body I could hear, yet not see.

"Beatrice?" I heard Drew speak next to me, except nothing stood there; the wind blew from the outside, freezing my already ice-cold body, but a warm breeze touched my pale skin as I froze in shock, staring at the crimson walls of my very own house.

The call continued, and I could hear the man's voice from the other side in terror, only I couldn't calm him down; however, before I could raise a hand, nor a finger, I could not just hear his voice below, but next to me, as well, while the warm breeze flowed toward my face in excess.

I gazed, seeing not the blue sky and the cotton clouds, but an officer, still in time creating no movement as his eyes stared into the living room.

"Beatrice? Beatrice! What's going on? You're scaring Bill and Daisy."

"Is anybody there? Hello? Where do you live? We'll send over officers to help you, don't worry."

"Excuse me. This is officer Mark from the Lincoln Police Department, and we have been informed of a distress call originating from this household. May you open the door?"

What's going on? A man, my son, and my husband silenced with my daughter missing from the scene, yet her whimpers I could hear as I fell back to the soft touch of the red carpet. I wept, halting my movements, avoiding trouble that would arise from  serene, recognizable figures, yet after a foul breath, my husband was vexed, the kitchen telephone began to ring loudly, thundering knocks were heard, and every standing mass fell to the ground and slid to new positions in perfect synchrony.

"Ma'am, what's going on?" I overheard the officer say while he stood on the steps of the wooden stairs, frozen.

"It's alright, son, just don't scream or you'll regret it," the whispers of Drew ringed in my ears as his fingers peeked through the now closed kitchen door, frozen.

"Excuse me," the phone vibrated.

"Mom? Mom! Help!" My daughters voice resonated from the empty couch.

My vision blurred as tears dominated my sight, yet things worsened, and I touched tranquility as all 3 men in the room, take in my son frozen on the floor, dropped dead before my very own eyes, in my very own house, and onto the red, crimson, soft carpet in perfect synchrony.

I was alone until the telephone rang from kitchen once more, the chill returning to freeze my spine once more, yet even with nobody alive in my household, the vibrations of steps echoed from the frozen door as a voice was heard from the opposite side of the line.

"Drew? Drew! What happened? This is insane! I'm going to call 911, just don't do anything that co- Drew? Drew, what are you do- Drew, stop!"

My voice disappeared into the silence.