“I’ll call the police, Alex.”
“No, you stay right here. I am the police. Stay here.”
“The children, Alex.”
“I’ll get them. You stay here. I’ll bring the children. Please obey me this one time. Please obey me.”
There was no one in the darkened hallway upstairs. No one I could see, anyway. My heart raced uncontrollably as I hurried to the children’s room.
I listened for another sound in the house. It was too still now. I thought about the horrible violation: someone’s inside our house. I chased the thought away.
I had to concentrate on him. I knew who it was. I’d kept my guard up for weeks after Sampson and I had returned with Maggie Rose. Finally, I’d let it down just a little. And he’d come.
I hurried to the children’s room. I started to run down the upstairs hallway.
I opened the creaking door. Damon and Janelle were still asleep in their beds. I would wake them quickly, then carry them both back to Nana. I never kept my gun upstairs because of the children. It was dow
nstairs in the den.
I switched on the lamp beside the bed. Nothing! The light didn’t come on.
I remembered the Sanders and Turner murders. Soneji had loved darkness. The darkness had been his calling card, his signature. He had always turned the electricity off. The Thing was here.
Suddenly, I was struck very hard, with terrifying force.
Something had hit me like a speeding runaway truck. I knew it was Soneji. He’d sprung on me! He nearly took me out with one blow.
He was brutally strong. His body, his muscles, had been tensing and untensing for his entire life. He’d been doing isometrics since he’d been locked away in the basement of his father’s house. He’d been wound tight for almost thirty years: plotting to get even with the world, plotting to get the fame he thought he deserved.
I Want to Be Somebody!
He came again. We went down with a loud crash. The air was crushed from my stomach.
The side of my head struck a sharp edge of the children’s bureau. My vision was clouded. My ears rang. I saw bright dancing stars everywhere.
“Dr. Cross! Is that you? Did you forget whose show this is?”
I could barely see Gary Soneji’s face when he screamed out my name. He tried to physically hurt me with the ear-splitting scream, the sheer force of his voice.
“You can’t touch me!” he screamed again. “You can’t touch me, Doctor! Do you get it? Do you get it yet? I’m the star. Not you!”
Blood was smeared all over his hands and arms. Blood was everywhere. I could see it now. Who had he hurt? What had he done in our house?
I could see shapes in the shifting darkness of the children’s room. He had a knife raised high in one hand, canted in my direction.
“I’m the star here! I’m Soneji! Murphy! Whoever I want to be!”
I realized whose blood was swabbed all over his hands and arms. My blood. He’d stabbed me when he hit me the first time.
He raised the knife to strike a second time and growled like an animal. The children were awake now. Damon screamed, “Daddy!” and Jannie started to cry.
“Get out of here, kids!” I shouted. But they were too terrified to leave their beds.
He feinted with the knife once, then the blade slashed at me again. I moved and the knife cut a glancing blow across my shoulder.
This time the pain was there, and I knew exactly what it was. Soneji’s knife had sliced into my upper shoulder.
I yelled loudly at Soneji/Murphy. The children were crying. I wanted to kill him now. My mind was going to burst. There was nothing left in me but rage at this monster inside my house.