Gretchen took several deep breaths. Unable to believe her eyes, she re-read the release papers.. His full name was Albert Whitaker. The signature of his guardian was that of George Whitaker, his grandfather. She picked up the newspaper clippings and read through several that reported the various courtroom battles regarding the rightful heir to Elsie Whitaker’s estate. A large amount of financial interests had been involved as well as the property.
The information raised troubling questions. Why would Matt have these papers? Why had he not told her about them?
Holding Brent close, Gretchen thought for a moment, then made a decision. She reached for the telephone and dialed. After waiting several seconds she heard the familiar voice of Jennifer, her realtor.
Gretchen discussed her situation and the discovery of Albert’s past. Trying to cope with her loss and bringing up Brent on her own, a smaller cottage would suit her for the time being. Trying to deal with Albert and all the other strange occurrences would be too much of a strain. She had to move. They made arrangements for Jennifer to call the following morning.
The sound of rustling leaves woke Gretchen from her afternoon nap. She rolled sideways and put her arms around Brent. He was awake and smiled as she cuddled him. A breeze coming through the open window had cooled the room. Gretchen swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, leaving a happy Brent embracing the air with arms and legs.
Outside, the tall Beech trees moved gently in unison under the weight of a light wind. The sky was gray and dark ominous clouds threatened another storm. Gretchen thought she heard a rumble of thunder in the distance. She closed the window, turned, then stepped back to the bed. Brent lay motionless. He seemed preoccupied with something on the other side of the room. She picked him up and walked toward the door. As they approached it, Brent screamed and clung to her, turning his head away. Gretchen opened the door and quickly made her way downstairs. The house was turning into a nightmare and the sooner they moved, the better.
Albert watched through the spy hole as Gretchen fed the baby. Such a beautiful young lady needed looking after. She was alone with Brent and very vulnerable. While they stayed in the house, things would work out just fine, despite Gran’s promise to him. Gretchen had to understand that he was their protector. She need not be afraid of him, or the dark ones. He felt empowered, ready to protect sweet Gretchen from the evil of the whisperers
Later, after Gretchen had gone to bed, Albert stole quietly out of hiding and sat by the stove, waiting for Grandma Whitaker.
Raymond Stone (UK & USA)
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