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MOVED!!!!! June 26, 2009

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The Synergetic Novel has been moved to http://synergeticnovel.willowrise.com

Episode 3 June 26, 2009

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TallTabThunder shook the room, and Matt instinctively ducked away from the window.
TallTabMatt lived with his Uncle Eric, who was out of town on business.  Matt would be turning twenty-one soon, but he suddenly felt terribly like a child, wanting to run to his uncle for help.
TallTabHis first sensible thought was to call the police.  Uncle Eric had tried to convince Matt that it would be a good idea to have a cell phone, and had tried a number of times to buy him one, but Matt had always refused, explaining that he enjoyed his anonymity.  He didn’t want to be accessible at all hours, so he would rather just use the land-line.
TallTabNow he regretted it.  The land-line was in the kitchen downstairs – next to the back door.

TallTabAnxiously he felt his way out of the room.
TallTabAs he fumbled down the hall toward the stairs, he remembered that his uncle had a phone in his study – a room that was off-limits to Matt, but he knew that under the circumstances, his uncle would understand.  So he turned around and worked his way to Eric’s study.
TallTabHe hadn’t thought about how hard it would be to find the phone in the dark.  He had only been in the room once or twice in his life.  He banged against what must have been a desk, then nearly knocked over what felt like either a statue or a lamp, and he did knock a couple books to the floor.  Finally his hand touched against something smooth, and he grabbed the telephone receiver and put it to his ear.  The line was dead.
TallTabHe pushed a few buttons, hung it up, and tried again, but in vain.  With another rush of anxiety, Matt realized he would still have to go downstairs.
TallTabHe felt his way to the door, but on his way, his hand brushed against something cold and smooth, which slipped from it’s place.  His nerves must have been rather taut, because when the thing crashed to the floor, he startled, and he chided himself for being so jumpy.  When a drip hit his arm, he realized the thing must have been a jar or vase with liquid.  There was a faint wheezing sound where the glass had smashed, and Matt quickly found the door and left the room.
TallTabThere was another flash of light as he entered the hall, and his own shadow against the wall made him jump again.  He felt almost as frustrated with his nerves as he felt fearful, and the ensuing thunder seemed to send his nerves into a numb state that allowed his frustration to propel him more easily toward the stairs.  Frightening or not, he was going to the phone.
Each of the stairs creaked, and Matt wanted to curse the old place.  He did enjoy living in a place where many generations of his family had lived before him, but it didn’t help for traveling around the house quietly.  He tried hard to not think of the possibility of his strange visitors being inside the house as well.
TallTabThe kitchen was also dark, but a small light from a battery powered digital clock provided just enough glow to allow him to navigate easily to the phone.  To his dismay – but not his surprise, this phone was also dead.
TallTabHis eyes wandered to the back door.  If they were still in his back yard, they were within feet of the door.  Should he confront them?  He knew there was no way he could work up the nerve to do that.
TallTabHe crept silently to the door and listened through the crack.
TallTabAt first the only sound besides the rain was the rhythmic scraping of a shovel in the dirt, with a wet thud as the dirt was throw to the side.  Matt listened intently, unsure what to do next.
TallTabFinally he decided his bedroom felt safer than the kitchen, and he turned away from the door – but before stepping out of earshot, he heard a hushed voice through the back door.  He returned to the door to listen.  They were conversing, and though he couldn’t make out all their words, what he did hear made his skin turn cold.

Episode 2 June 19, 2009

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TallTabIf you have ever burned your finger on a hot stove, you know that there is a moment of realization of what you have done in which the pain is not severe.  It is not until after a brief moment of dread that you suddenly feel the shock of pain.  Matt experienced something like that.  He saw what was in his backyard, and at first he felt nothing.  But as the realization entered his conscious mind, it struck him with intense fright.  Unfortunately for him, it was also at this moment that the thunder sounded, startling him terribly and causing him to step back.  In so doing, his foot caught Phil’s back leg, and he lost his balance and fell, striking his head on the lamp table.  The lamp crashed to the floor.
TallTabPhil immediately started another barking frenzy, and Matt, rubbing his bruised head, hushed the dog vigorously.  The dog whimpered and ducked further under the bed.
When the room was again quiet, Matt crept back to the window to again peer outside.  Worried that the noises might have brought attention to the window, he waited – the anxiety working a knot in his throat.
TallTabCarefully he looked through the very bottom corner of the window.  This time it was nearly an entire minute before another flash illuminated the scene.
They were still there.  A group of hooded people, gathered in his backyard, hunched over a large hole that they were digging.  There was a large bag next to the group that looked ominously the size of a human body.

Episode 1 June 12, 2009

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TallTabMatthew’s vision blurred.  He tried hard to focus, but the harder he tried, the more his eyes seemed unable to see clearly the face of the person standing in front of him.  It felt like his eyes were rolling back in his head – and the frustration was only surpassed by intense anxiety.
But everything changed instantly as a loud cracking explosion filled his ears.  For a split second, the face flashed in complete focus, but as quickly as his eyes focused the scene vanished, and blackness filled the room.
TallTabHe sat up, panting.  Had he been dreaming again?  His dream of someone standing in front of him had recurred often in the past several weeks, but this was the first time the face had ever come into focus.  He shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
TallTabPhil, Matt’s German Shepherd, barked repeatedly from hallway.  Phil usually slept soundly through the night, so Matt wondered why he was making such a ruckus, until the rumble of distant thunder made him realize that there was a storm outside.  Phil hated storms.
TallTabMatt got out of bed and blindly felt his way to the door.  There was another flash of lightening, followed a few moments later by a terrible explosion of thunder.
TallTab“Come in, Phil,” he said opening his bedroom door.  “You can sleep in the bedroom the rest of the night.”
TallTabPhil slipped into the room, his ears back as if he had been scolded.  He crawled under the bed and whimpered.
TallTab“You’re supposed to be the protector,” Matt said.
TallTabThe dog hushed, and Matt noticed the sound of rain tapping on the window.  He loved rainstorms, so he stepped up and parted the blinds.  Trees silhouetted against the horizon were blowing in the wind, but other than the clouded amber light of a distant street light, it was too dark to see anything nearby.  But he could tell from the water running down the window that it was a heavy rainstorm.
TallTabAnother flash of lightening brought everything momentarily into complete light.  In the moment of the flash, Matt saw something in his yard through his peripheral vision.  He waited for another flash, curious what he had seen.  He didn’t have to wait long.  Another flash lightened his yard well enough that he got a full view of his backyard.

Introduction June 5, 2009

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April 29, 2009

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