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Heartknocks
Copyright 2018 by Dan Nimak
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This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real locales or real people are used fictitiously. Other events, locales, names and characters are the product of the authorâs imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Published by Rainbug Books
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ISBN: 978-1-945015-24-3
Heartknocks
She died on her fourteenth birthday. At least, she thought she did.
LeftâŠrightâŠleftâŠright.
Her steps were slow and careful. The ground was hard. âMust be a street,â she softly said, though the gray fog prevented her from seeing anything below the bottom of her nightgown.
LeftâŠright.
Her foot tingled, and she knelt down to inspect. Dark green grass grew between the cobbled stones of the road. She jerked the blades that were wedged between her toes and tossed them aside.
As she stood, she noticed the flickering light in the distance that swayed ever so slightly in the cool breeze. âThatâs pretty bright if I can see it through all this fog. Maybe itâs not far.â She began walking again and quickly added to her last thought. âI assume thatâs where Iâm supposed to go. Toward the light?â She took a deep breath. âWhy not? Walk to the light, Kaili. Walk to the light.â
She thought of it. She felt inside her nightgown to see if it was still there. It was.
LeftâŠright.
Something tickled. She immediately grabbed the back of her neck. She took hold of it, and it stretched across her shoulders and down her back.
âHair? Dang, Kaili. Youâve got hair.â
Her pace increased, and she continued to talk to herself â hoping it would give her some kind of comfort or calmness, anything to get her mind off the last thing she remembered before arriving here. âWherever here is.â
LeftâŠright.
The grass got thicker, and taller, and wilder. It slapped against her as her fast walk turned into a jog. Drops of perspiration fell from her face.
Stay calm, Kaili.
Maybe if I keep talking to myself.
âAt least Iâve got hair again. I wonder ââ
She shivered, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. She wrapped her arms around herself, too afraid to look. She knew that sound. The sound from behind. The sound of someone knocking on a door.
It canât be. Not here. Not now.
She released the tight grip of herself and rolled over to her hands and knees. âI must have imagined it.â Kaili slowly turned her head.
The fog had lifted.
Behind her, there was no door.
No bedroom.
No home.
No Mom and Dad.
No Logan.
And there was no knocking â including the special knock only Logan used, the knocking sound she thought she had heard moments ago, the last sound she knew she had heard just before she died.
She took another deep breath and slowly exhaled.
And then, their secret signal rang out again.
Knock.
Knock-knock.
Knock-knock-knock.
Kaili jumped upâŠand ran to the light.
The flame inside the glass danced as the lantern swung from the pole on which it hung. On tiptoes, Kaili reached for the lamp, but her fingertips fell just short of touching its bottom. âI guess I donât need it that bad.â She grasped the lamppost and swung herself around â âCrap! What is that?â
On the other side of the post, three fist-sized buttons faintly glimmered in the night. Each button contained a word. Kaili read the words from top to bottom. âEARLY. LATER. NOW.â
She plopped down and leaned against the post, her head resting just below the bottom button. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she didnât know which button to push.
âWhy canât there just be heaven and hell buttons?â
She closed her eyes and listened for a sound, a clue; but, she opened them quickly â afraid of what else she might hear.
Kaili pulled herself up. âI canât sit here all night. I know Iâm not choosing the âNOWâ button, and Iâm pretty sure I wouldnât care much for the âEARLYâ one either.â
She raised her arm and stared at her shaking hand.
Once again, she thought of it. One hand rubbed inside her nightgown.
Her other hand slammed the middle button.
* * *
âHappy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Kaili. Happy birthday to you.â
Kaili smiled, took a deep breath, and blew out all eleven candles.
The best part of the party occurred after the cake and ice cream: presents. And Mom and Dad got her what she had hoped for.
âSorry I donât have a gift for you,â said Logan. âBut thanks for inviting me.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â Kaili replied. âYou just moved to our block a few days ago, and I didnât actually invite you until this morning. Iâm glad you could come.â
âWell, thanks again.â
Kaili grinned. âYou can always get me a gift later.â
âIâll work on that.â
She grabbed his arm before he walked out the door. âIâm just kidding.â
Kaili slept well that night.
~ ~ ~
The note had been slipped under her bedroom door, early on the morning of her twelfth birthday. Kaili knew it had to be from him. She jumped out of bed, grabbed the note, and read.
Meet me at The Pillâs for your birthday present. Donât walk. Youâll need your bike.
The Pillâs wasnât really its name, or at least, it probably wasnât. The old restaurant at the edge of town had been falling down for years. Only part of its sign was still readable: the word Grill, and the two letters before it. It mightâve been Billâs Grill or Melâs Grill, but Logan had named it Pillâs Grill. For some reason, he liked that name. And ever since then, he and Kaili had simply called it The Pillâs.
On the short bike ride to The Pillâs, Kaili thought about the last twelve months. In a word, they had been wonderful. She looked forward to each and every day. And there was one reason for that. Her new best friendâŠ
âWho is nowhere around,â she said as she pulled up to the rickety building. She was a little concerned as she got off her bike, but her worried expression changed to a smile when she saw the taped note flapping on the rotted window sill to the right of the front door.
âiRde ot hte oPts iceOff. What the heck does that mean?â
Kaili studied the note further. âRide!â she exclaimed. âI think I got it. Ride to the Post Office. I can do that!â
No note, however, was attached to anything outside the post office. But she knew how friendly their small-town Postmaster, Mr. Clair, was, so she went inside to test her theory. She dialed the combination to the lock on her box and slowly pulled it open. She peered inside and giggled at the small surprise.
âI was right,â she said. âBut thereâs no Chinese restaurant in this town.â
Kaili grabbed the fortune cookie, cracked it open, and read the note. âHungry?â She laughed. âActually, Iâm kind of craving Chinese all of a sudden, but thatâs probably not the answer.â
Back on her bike, she rode to her and Loganâs favorite place to eat, Popâs Pizza.
Pop was actually a middle-aged woman named Becky, but she could make pizza like nobodyâs business. And today, maybe known by Becky â but maybe not â a piece of paper was being held in place by the windshield wiper of Beckyâs car.
âAre you ever gonna get here?â read Kaili. She turned the note over. âYour final clue: 2166.â She thought for a moment. âI know we donât have any street numbers that high. 2166? What is â Iâve got it!â She jumped on her bike and headed for the edge of town.
Not the edge of town by The Pillâs. She had already been there. But the other side of town had the same sign, the city limit sign, the sign that announced the population of their town, the sign on which Logan leaned against when she arrived.
He sang alone. âHappy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Kaili. Happy birthday to you.â
âDepending on what youâre hiding behind your back, this might just be the best birthday ever.â
Logan brought one hand out from behind his back. Part of a slip of paper stuck out between two knuckles of his clenched fist.
Kaili pulled it out and read. âStealth.â
Logan smiled.
âThatâs it?â she asked. âStealth? It means sneaky, doesnât it?â
âMaybeâŠâ
âItâs summer, Logan. I donât feel like an English exam.â
âMe neither,â he said. âBut do you feel like going somewhereâŠwhere weâre not exactly supposed to go?â
She grinned as she punched him on the shoulder. âHave me back by dinner?â
âMaybeâŠâ
They rode about three miles outside of town, stopping next to a thick growth of shrubbery. âWeâll hide our bikes under the bushes,â said Logan, âand walk the rest of the way.â
Kaili had a good idea where they were going. âThatâs where the stealth part comes in.â
âWe donât want anyone seeing us go to the caves. But itâs not far. Hide your bike, and Iâll grab the rope I left under the bushes last night.â
She had never been to the caves, and it wasnât just because of the warning signs posted outside. It was the tales of danger that had diminished her interest. But she was younger then. At age twelve, all of a sudden it seemed a little more exciting. Or maybe Logan was the difference.
âDo you think the stories are true?â she asked as they approached the entrance.
Logan pointed to the three signs. âThe warnings on the signs? Or the waterfall?â
âBoth.â
âI guess weâll soon find out.â
As they walked past the âKeep Outâ sign, Logan tapped it with his fist.
Knock.
He tapped the âNo Trespassingâ sign twice.
Knock-knock.
Then, the last sign.
Knock-knock-knock.
He knelt down and began tying the rope around the bottom of the third sign. âI sure hope this holds.â
âOur lives on a rope tied to a sign that says Danger. What could go wrong?â
Logan laughed. âHappy birthday.â
âYou know, I think my parents would be a little upset if you killed me on my birthday.â
Logan stretched out the rope and walked a few steps toward the hole in the ground. He pulled the rope tight, flung the loose portion of it down the hole, and smiled. âIâll have you home for dinner.â
Kaili peered down the hole. âIt looks lighter down there than I thought it would. ButâŠitâs also a little farther thanâŠthan IâŠâ
âItâs only about ten feet or so. And the knots I tied in the rope will help. Do you want to go first?â
Kaili wavered between acting brave or smart. âI guess you can.â
âGreat.â Logan took his shoes and socks off and dropped them down the hole. âItâll help your feet grip the knots better.â He lay flat
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