The next morning was filled with empty promises. Even though I was feeling better, my husband, Russell Changeling wanted to take me to get a doctor's examination at the local hospital in Sparkle Town. I was in no mood to visit some unimportant doctor who would tell me nothing good will come to my health. Give me some pills to pop in my mouth every night. And pretend everything was normal.
"Darling, you should be scared to go back the way you were," Russell said, looking at his darkly handsome reflection into a tall, dressing room mirror in our bedroom on the top floor. "Aren't you worried what might happen to you, if you don't get professional help, dear?" Russell asked me, impatiently.
"I would just tell those doctors I was in an accident that shook me up, badly," I explained, taking my earrings off my right and left ear. Putting them into a jewelry box on my side of the dressing room. "Which was like telling them the truth," I complained. Trying not to get my husband in a bad mood, I wanted him to feel relaxed and calm. "It wasn't my fault anyway. Who drives through a red light, at full speed, and not paying attention to what they're doing on the streets, in their cars?" I asked, worriedly to Russell.
He remained silent and pounded an angry fist onto his dressing room table next to the bedroom door. "The other guy shouldn't have been so lucky enough to survive the car crash, dear," Russell said, now pacing back and forth in front of the dressing room mirror in our bedroom.
Closing the jewelry box, I turned to my worried husband. I walked over to the end of our queen-sized bed and sat on the edge of the bed. Russell sighed heavily and walked toward me. He sat in my lap, and I rocked him back and forth to keep him calm. "It was just an accident, dear. Let it go, these things happen," I said, truthfully.
He turned his head away from resting on my right shoulder. "Everything is fine, then, okay?" he asked, seriously. I stared into space, thinking hard about what was going to happen to us next. "I mean, how are we going to get another car if you wrecked our last family sports car, love? I don't have the kind of job security to afford to buy us another car," Russell complained. "I mean, we'll have to get an Uber car ride to take us everywhere we want to in Sparkle Town," Russell announced.
I sighed and strocked my husband's bushy hair out of his dreamlike emerald eyes. "It won't be so bad," I explained. "Just until I can do another office job. Save money to buy a rental car for us. Let's just take it one day at a time, okay?" I asked, pleasantly. Dad nodded and rested his head on my shoulder again.
"I'm not going to get any sleep tonight, again, dear," Russell said, sobbing. "Medicine is not good for me. It wears off and makes me wake up in the middle of the night. Sleepwalking the halls at night. Stalking our two twins, like I'm some sort of mad man out to do something harmful to our boys," Russell said, sniffling his wet nose. He blew snot on the red bathrobe I wore.
I cringed with disgust and turned to look away. "I take care of everything with my job as a receptionist at the dental office. We'll just hire an Uber car ride to work every day. Until we make enough to make a down payment on another car for our family," I said. "Our lives aren't over yet, love," I promised.
Russell looked up from my shoulders. "I hope you're right, honey. I'm tired of fearing the supernatural activity bumping us in the darkness of our town at night, love. If Sparkle Town is anything but a normal town, we must prove it to our two sons. We can live here like normal citizens in everyday living. Without something weird happening to us. I just want to live a normal life with my love and caring family, with everybody else here in Sparkle Town, together," Russell said, sniffling his wet nose, and drying off his watery eyes.
"Don't worry about anything, love," I said, lifting his chin up. So, his eyes gazed into my own blue-diamond looking eyes. "Take it easy, one day at a time. We'll make it work out with everybody here, who lives here, too," I said, matter-of-factly.
Then, there was a pounding of knock coming from our bedroom door, making us both jump to our feet, with fright. "Who-who's there?" Russell and I cried together, in unsion, Russell walked shakily over to our bedroom door and unlocked our bedroom door, for privacy.
Opening the door, squeakily, there was nobody there. We got close together, expecting one of our kids to be there. When suddenly, Mark and Valentino both jumped in front of our bedroom door. Waring scary monster Halloween masks, they growled and howled at us. Trying to grab our attention.
Making them laugh, as we watched Russell Changeling faint from exhaustion, removing their Halloween monster masks off their faces, Mark and Valentino looked at their unconscious father next to me on the bedroom floor. They turned to look at each other with dread. Then, they slapped each other and laughed and pointed at our unconscious dead on the floor, next to me, in my bedroom, upstairs. This was going to go well…