The Butler
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Alice whispered to me as I fixed my tie while silently tiptoeing past Grace’s, my daughter, room and towards the stairs at the same time.
“I already told you, Alice, Mr. Currier–” My one of a kind boss “–needs me to tag along with him to a meeting in the next town over,” I explained and stumbled like an idiot over one of the steps on the staircase as I straightened out the sleeves of my suit. I caught myself and was able to safely make it down without breaking any bones. “Shit!” I cursed to myself; you know how embarrassing that would’ve been? Then again if I would’ve fallen and hurt myself, it would have given me a valid excuse on why I wouldn’t have been able to attend this pointless meeting.
“Lee,” My wife pestered me as I slid open the closet to grab one of my jackets. Should I choose my red corduroy, or my Lions jacket? I thought as she continued to pressure me. “Can’t you just call off sick or something?”
I sighed as I chose my Lions jacket over the corduroy, I looked at my wife. “Look Alice, I know you don’t want me to go, and believe me I'd rather stay home with you and Grace. But you’re going to have to face it. If I don’t go, none of us has any idea what Mr. Currier is going to do.” I slipped my arms through each of the sleeves of the jacket.
Mr. Currier was the CEO of a very large real estate company known as… should I even say it? Might as well kick myself while I do, Currie’s Realtors. Doesn’t it just put a horrible taste in your mouth every time you say that? Damn, every time it’s like I have to down a half a bottle of dish soap just to get that horrible feeling out of my mouth. But I digress, Mr. Currier is my boss and I just happen to be his assistant.
Now before you go thinking, “Oh he must hate his job because his boss is a cliché dick.” Oh no, no, no. Mr. Currier is actually a very, very nice man. Some of my coworkers even consider him a saint! Well, that’s probably because he looks a lot like Saint Nick, but once again I digress. My job is mostly a time waster, I go into my office and fill out papers, research, answer phone calls, and in my spare time play Tetris. Which is actually a rarity, but when I do it’s like God is handing me a new born child and telling me to treat it carefully.
But the main question is do I like my–
“Are you even listening to me?” Alice asked, I turned my head away from our family portrait and I looked her right in the eyes, those light ocean blue eyes of hers.
“I’m sorry what?” I asked while rubbing my right eye. I always had the problem of drifting off into space. Like now for instance: I’m looking at Alice while she speaks, nodding my head and agreeing with her. Even though in reality I don’t even know a damn thing she’s saying. I was supposed to be out the door behind me two minutes ago. Yet she continues to ramble on about, “It’s like every day you go on a trip.” Or the common, “You never have time to spend with your own daughter anymore.”
Which is true, I won’t argue that. But it’s my job, Mr. Currier may be a nice man, but he isn’t afraid to drop anyone. Literally, and I wished that I could get that fact through Alice’s head! Seriously, just a few weeks ago Mr. Currier dropped Don Seltzer, who is a good friend of Alice’s and I because he was fifteen minutes late. The reason why: was because the side street he always took was held up by a train.
Alice leaned forward and snapped her fingers in front of my face, I shook my head and turned towards the door. “I get your point, Alice,” I said as I opened the door, “but I’m already running late.”
“But–”
I stepped out into the snow, and looked through the crack in the door I waved to her and smiled. “Bye, love you,” I went to pull the door closed but was stopped by her taking hold of it.
“When will you be back?” She asked looking rather worried.
I raised an eyebrow and gazed down at my arm. I pulled back both my sleeves on my jacket and suit to check my watch. “Some time tomorrow afternoon if traffic isn’t too bad, but I got to go now. Love you.” Alice closed the door and I turned around, I felt the cold breeze of the late night December air roll across my face. I shivered and jammed my hands into my pocket and continued to trudge through the snow towards my car. Taking out my keys, I quickly shoved them into the keyhole and went to unlock it.
As I did so, the cold air nearly left my hands frostbitten as I jiggled the lock and continued to utter curse words to myself while my nice dress shoes began to quickly fill up with melting snow. You know, maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to come out here in my dress shoes. Matter of fact why did I come out here in them? After a few twists of the key I managed to finally open the old car door. As if my life depended on it, I dove onto the cold cushioned seat and hurriedly started the engine and flipped on the heater. I then grabbed ahold of the stick and shifted the car in reverse and turned to see if anything was behind me.
However, in mid turn I was stopped when something caught my eye, something rather peculiar. Out of the corner of my eye by my neighbors yard I noticed a strange white object. I couldn’t make out the details because as I stopped to see what it was, it was gone. I shook my head and chuckled lightly. “Come one, Lee get your shit together.” I backed out of my driveway and began to head down the street. As I drove I couldn’t help myself but to think back to the strange object I had seen in my neighbors yard. It wasn’t the first time I had noticed it; however, I also didn’t see it frequently. The couple times I ever remember seeing the object was at Grace’s first day of kindergarten.
I remember getting out of the car with her. At the time Grace was a shy little girl, so I had to walk her up to the school. As we made our way up the front steps we eventually reached the door. I then bent down looked her in the eyes and smiled, I told her I loved her and that I hope she has a nice day. But as I said that, just over her shoulder, I could see it. Standing there by the playground looking over at us. Like in my neighbors yard, when I blinked, it was gone.
The next occurrence was on my wedding day. Possibly one of the happiest days of my life (besides Grace being born of course) I was standing up by the altar waiting for Grace to come down the aisle. I remember just before she did, my best man, Kurt Keys, poked me in the arm to grab my attention. When I looked over at him, I noticed just over his shoulder next to the nearby tree. I could see the white figure standing there glaring at me. Those weren’t the only two times I had seen it, I know that for a fact. However, everything else was nothing but a vague memory to me: the monster in the closet when I was a kid, to the spooky thing in the woods.
Matter of fact, whenever I think back about it, the thing was always a blurred image. Like in a photograph, or even in those vampire mov–
All of sudden, I was blinded by the headlights of a large pickup truck that was speeding down the snowy road. “Jesus H. Christ!” Horrified I gripped my steering wheel for dear life and I veered the car out of the way just in time. I sighed with relief and turned my head back to see if the pickup was alright.
Like the dumbass I am, I should’ve kept my eyes on the road. Last thing I remembered seeing, was a tall blurred being watching me as I flew into a nearby ditch…
Interesting...
3547121 Very...
Why do I keep thinking of Slenderman?
You have intrigued me
Hell yeah! Detroit Lions!!!
Well. I can't say I've read something with quite this premise before. Well, sure, the whole HiE thing has been done to death (as if I'm one to talk), but this has for once given me something new and intriguing.
I hope it continues with the same amount of quality and general feel. It's awesome, keep it up
3550443 don't you mean slendermane?
3567619 No.
as an albertan, i know my way around pickup trucks. like, 75% of all f150's in north america are in alberta. and i can say with absolute certainty i have never seen a single one not driven by a complete cu*t
So, this guy zoned out hard enough to drive onto the wrong side of the road?
He was an accident waiting to happen, then. How'd this ADD poster child get his license?
6391439 How does a guy that's blind in one eye get a licence? 'Cause one of the finalists for Canada's worst driver was like that, had his license destroyed because he was dangerous, and got a new one! Lazy people in charge is my guess.
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