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2017 Halloween Short Story Collection!

October 30, 2017 By Eric Douglas

A few of my writer friends agreed to submit their own Halloween short stories for your entertainment. Follow the links and read the various submissions. Every writer goes about this a different way.

You’ll like some, hate others and be totally creeped out by at least one, if you let your imagination take over.

Three Tales of Terror by Patrick Newman

The Invited Guest by JD Byrne

The Lost Witch by Kimberly Collins

Julie by Connie Kinsey

In the Shadows of My Mind by Eric Douglas

 

Read last year’s here or all of the stories on the Free Fiction page on my website.

Filed Under: Free Fiction

In the Shadows of My Mind: A Halloween Short Story

October 29, 2017 By Eric Douglas

My annual Halloween short story. Boo!

(Read the rest of the stories from the 2017 Halloween Short Story Collection here.)

 

In the shadows of my mind

I see her just the way she used to be

When I’m alone at night and I turn off the lights

She goes walking through the shadows of my mind

Uuugh, I hate that song. I wish I’d remembered to bring along some CDs. But no, I couldn’t do something so simple…I was in too much of a rush to get out the door. Not that I wanted to come, but I had to. I really didn’t have any choice in the matter,” Lenny grumbled. He did that, talking out loud when he didn’t understand what was going on or when he was alone. He was the kind of person who didn’t like to be on his own, or have things too quiet. Being closed off from the world or buried alive were his worst nightmares.

Lenny jabbed through the buttons on his rental car’s radio like it’s the radio’s fault that he couldn’t find anything to listen to. He usually listened to streaming music through his phone, but the cheap rental car he got at the airport didn’t have a MP3 port and he was so far out in the middle of nowhere on the drive he didn’t have a signal. But there he was, making his way down a back-country road in West Virginia, searching for the turnoff to the funeral home to go to a funeral he didn’t want to go to anyway. He was “home” if you could call it that. He had been born and raised on these same back roads, but he left a long time ago and hadn’t been back since.

And there’s nothing to listen to on the radio but country music and ‘oldies.’ I may not survive this.

Lenny, his real name was Leonard, was an average guy. Average height. Average build, complexion and hair. Even an average personality.

I’m on my way to a funeral. I guess I should be sad, but I really don’t remember this woman. We dated at one point, a long time ago, but it was a really long time ago. I dated lots of girls back then. Some meant more to me than others. This one? Not so much.

Her passing would have been just another blip on Lenny’s radar if he hadn’t gotten a call from an attorney. The lawyer offered his condolences when he told Lenny who died, but Lenny had to ask him three times who she was before a really dim bulb came on and he placed her name. Or he thought he might’ve kinda sorta remembered her. When the lawyer explained to Lenny that the woman had mentioned him in her will, his eyes lit up.

Are you freaking kidding me? Some woman I dated for probably one night years ago put me in her will? And then he tells me he can’t say what the will says, only that I’m in it. And if I want to find out what this is all about, I have to come to the funeral. In two days.

Life hadn’t been so good to Lenny lately. Six months before he got laid off from his job and had been struggling trying to find a new one.

Who wants to hire a middle-aged man with experience these days. All they want are kids they can bring in on the cheap. Of course, as soon as my paycheck left, so did my wife. My girlfriend, too. No one wants to love you when you’re poor, right? And then I get the call that I’m in some woman’s will. I’ve got nothing better to do. Maybe I was so amazing in bed she never forgot about me and left me her fortune.

He had already mentally spent half of the money he expected to get.

“My first call will be to my girlfriend. I’ll tell her about the money and she’ll want to get back together. And I’ll laugh at her and tell he no way. That’ll be great! I really can’t wait. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet someone at the funeral. She’ll want to know what was so amazing about me that, damn, what was her name? Anyway, what was so amazing about me that this woman I barely remember remembered me in her will. And then she’ll ask if I’m still that good. Of course, my answer will be I can show her. And then we’ll be off to the races.”

“Of course, I need to get to the funeral first before I can collect my check and get out of there. The flight delays into the podunk airport didn’t help. And then that idiot at the rental car counter. It’s not my fault that the reservation wasn’t there. He finally found me a car, but only after I gave him a piece of my mind. See if he treats me like that again.”

 

It’s just a girl I used to know a long long time ago

I did her wrong just one too many times

Now every single night when I turn off the lights

She goes walking through the shadows of my mind.

There’s that damn song again. The Ray Charles version is bad enough, but now a country version? I’d rather gouge my eyes out. I think I just need silence. Time to concentrate on the road anyway. I’ve got to be close. The fog is getting really thick and I don’t want to miss my turn. It seems like it should be right up here somewhere.

Lenny drove down a narrow, winding road filled with switchbacks and curves. It had been a while since he had driven through the mountains and he had lost that driver’s edge for it. Like a lot of late evenings in the fall, the fog settled into the valleys nearly obscuring the mountains, the road and the entire world. It muffled sounds and absorbed light.

Let me think. I passed the schools I went to. The elementary school was on the left and the high school on the right. And I saw the turn to the house I grew up in. I’ll have to go back down that road and see what the house looks like now. Then there was “downtown”. I looked just like I remembered it, except smaller. I could’ve sworn those kids in front of the old grocery store looked familiar. Just a couple small town kids on their bikes. Some things never change.

Lenny jammed on his brakes as he glimpsed a sign hidden behind a bush. His car slid to a stop in the middle of the fog-slicked road, blocking both lanes.

Damn, I nearly missed it. Man, this fog is getting thick. I can barely see anything.

He put his car into reverse and backed up in the middle of the road so he could enter the drive to the funeral home.

Hope no one is coming up behind me. No lights coming. I’ll do this quick. I know I’m late, but I’d think there would be more traffic out tonight. I guess the poor old woman must be a spinster. I must’ve ruined her for other men. Hah. That’s funny.

Lenny slowed as he approached the funeral home. There were only a few lights on the building’s exterior and just a few cars in the parking lot. It looked just like he remembered it from the night of his father’s funeral, though, including the fog. Creepy and old. Run down and tired.

I really hope I’m not too late. The lawyer said they were going to read the will at the end of the service. As long as I’m here for that, it’ll be fine. Still wish I could remember her name…

Lenny entered the funeral home and was immediately greeted by heat and noise. The room was full of people, but they seemed to absorb the light in the room, making the room dark and dull at the same time.

This place is packed! I guess everyone must’ve walked here, because there aren’t enough cars in the parking lot for all these people. Too bad she can’t see this. It’d make her proud to know that this many people came out for her funeral. That says something about you, doesn’t it? That people cared enough about you to show up at your funeral on a crappy night like this.

Lenny scanned the room, looking for familiar faces. He was trying to find the attorney who had called him, even though he had never met the man, but purely out of habit he tried to apply faces he knew to the crowd. There were people he would be happy to see and others he wouldn’t. If he had to face those people, he would deal with it.

Wait, you don’t think she…oh man. What if she had the attorney call all these people and give them the same message? If I’ve been scammed into showing up, I’ll… What are you going to do, moron? Kill her? She’s already dead. Pretty tough to get revenge on someone who isn’t breathing anymore. Judging by the number of people here, a whole bunch of people are going to feel the same way. Ain’t nobody gonna be happy after this. I just hope I’m wrong. Only one way to find out. Have to stick around to the bitter end.

Lenny moved away from the funeral home door and made his way inside, sticking to the outside of the room and keeping his back to the wall. He didn’t like crowds and he wanted to avoid surprises.

Man listen to that music. Why is it always the same in this small–town funeral homes? Mournful, slow and boring. I think the way they do it in New Orleans is better. Sad at the beginning and a celebration at the end. That’s the way I want it to go for me when I check out. A few tears sure, but then turn it into one big party. Lots of fun. I want everyone having one last blast on me. Yeah, that’s it.

Wait, that looks just like that kid, what was his name? We used to be so close. Always together. Mom used to call us ‘two peas in a pod.’ He doesn’t look like he’s aged at all. I don’t know the woman he’s talking to, but we’re all here for the same reason so I’m going to find out what they know.

Lenny approached the couple he saw talking.

Hey guys, how’s it goin? Some turn out, huh? Shame the way things ended, isn’t it?

“It’s sad to end your life like that. Alone and depressed. No one to turn to. It’s a real shame. You two were close, right?” the woman asked.

Well, I don’t know about close…

Yeah, we were. Back in the day, but we drifted apart. I still would’ve helped out. I was just a phone call away.

Oh, sorry, I thought you talking to me. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Listen, do you guys know where the lawyer is? I want to check into a couple things. You know the drill. Make sure everything is on the up and up.

“I think the attorney said we’d get started soon. He wants to make sure everyone is here and see if anyone is going to step up and take responsibility. There are a lot of things to deal with.”

Oh, okay. I’ll look around up front. Thanks. Talk to you guys later.

Lenny moved away from the pair, drifting closer to the front of the room. He could see the casket at the front of the room, surrounded by flowers, but from his angle he couldn’t see inside.

What sort of things are there to deal with? That’s really strange. Take responsibility? Did someone kill her? This is getting weirder by the minute. I hope this is over fast so I can get out of here. I wonder if anyone is going out later. I think I passed a little bar on the way here. Maybe some people will head there for a “wake”. I still need to find a place to crash tonight, too. Maybe I’ll find one of her friends in need of some comforting…  

Lenny looked around and realized the room was totally full. People were packed in, shoulder to shoulder. Everyone was standing. Where did the chairs go?

I bet the parking lot is full now. Look at all these people. That guy looks familiar. And those two women. For a funeral, no one seems all that sad. They’re just talking. No one is crying. That’s really pathetic. How do you live this long and not have anyone upset that you’re gone? I guess maybe she was sick for a while, so no one was surprised when the end came. Really strange. No one is going to the front of the room to pay their last respects, either. Maybe these two will know something.

Lenny approached another couple of mourners.

Excuse me, can you tell me what happened?

“I heard it was suicide. First the layoff and then the divorce. Everything just came crashing down.”

“That’s what I heard, too, except I heard it was an overdose. Maybe that was intentional. Either way, it was a sad way to go. All alone and no one seems to care, either.”

“I hadn’t heard that. I thought it was just alcohol. That stuff is becoming a real problem around here. There are heroin overdoses all the time. I never thought that crap would come back.”

“Me either. It’s tearing this place apart, for sure.”

Wow, that really sucks. I’ve been through some of the same stuff, so I know what that’s like, but I think people who commit suicide are just weak. There really isn’t any excuse for it. Heroine is becoming a big problem where I live, too.

“It’s really a national epidemic.”

Hey do you guys know where the lawyer is? I’m curious when things are going to start.

“Here comes the lawyer now.”

Oh, great. It’s about time.

Man, this lawyer looks just like I would’ve imagined when we talked on the phone. Dull and boring, dark suit and tie and all. I’ll bet that’s what he wears every day, not just to funerals. It doesn’t look like he’s seen the sun in, well, I’m not sure he’s ever seen the sun. Probably never had any fun, either.

“Lenny, it’s time we talked.”

Man, I couldn’t agree more. This place is starting to give me the creeps to be honest. Never been real good with funerals. I try not to go to them if I don’t have to.

“So, why did you come to this one?”

The only reason I’m here is to find out what I’m getting from the will.

“Is that why you didn’t go to your mother’s funeral? You weren’t going to get anything?”

Oh, I got some money when Mom died, I guess. But my brother took care of all that. I didn’t have to deal with it. Making the final arrangements for the funeral and then all the financial arrangements. You know the drill. I was just really busy when it all happened. I had things to do. But how did you know I didn’t go to Mom’s funeral? What’s this all about?

“Everyone here knows who you are and what you did. And what you didn’t do, too. Haven’t you figured that out yet? Don’t you recognize the people here tonight?”

Ummm, I guess I recognize a few of them. Look, can we just get this over with? Is there going to be some sort of service or something? Are we waiting on something before you read the will? I’d just like to move things along and then figure out where I’m going to stay tonight. Okay?

“You mean figure out which grieving friend you can seduce tonight so you can have a place to stay, don’t you?”

Well, ya know, if it works out that way…wait, how do you know I was just thinking about that?

“Have you paid your respects to the deceased yet?”

No, honestly I haven’t.

“Maybe you should. Right this way.”

Okay, look, I’ll go look at the dead body if that will move this process along. I’d really like to wrap this up. The fog out there is getting pretty thick. I’d like to get back to town and find a hotel for the night. I have a flight in the morning.

“Do you? How was your flight coming in today?”

It was about the same. I mean, like all flights…kinda boring. Nothing special to remember. Just a flight.

“Is that why you can’t actually remember it?”

Look, let’s just go look at the body and get this show on the road. (What is up with this guy? I didn’t come here to be interrogated or talk about me. I came here to read the will, take my share and get out of here. He is really starting to piss me off.)

Lenny walked to the casket at the front of the room. At first he couldn’t tell who was lying there. And then it became clear.

That’s my mom! What the hell is going on here? Is this some sort of a joke? My mom died two years ago. What is her body doing here?

“Lenny, I’m sorry, but there must be some mistake. Are you feeling all right? I think you should look again.”

Lenny turned back to look at the casket and saw a younger woman, about his own age, but he still didn’t recognize her. He rubbed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to ease the sudden pounding in his head.

Oh, wow. Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on. That was really weird. Two seconds ago, I would’ve sworn I saw my mother lying in that casket.

“Maybe you need to sit down for a moment. Is there anything on your mind that you want to talk about?”

No, look, I’m fine. I just want to get this over with and get out of here, okay?

The lawyer led Lenny to a pew at the front of the funeral home. Lenny said he didn’t want to go, but was unable to resist the lawyer when the man put his hand on Lenny’s elbow and guided him to a seat. Lenny sat down without argument.

“Lenny, you seem to be disturbed by being here in the funeral home for a friend like this. Maybe it is just bringing up some memories or emotions that you haven’t dealt with. You seem like you’re under a lot of pressure.”

Don’t you have other people to deal with here? Why are you spending so much time on me? What about her family or friends? People that actually remember her? I can’t even remember her name. What does that tell you? My feelings here don’t make any difference. I’m just here to get my money and get out of here. Do you understand that? I couldn’t care less who is in that casket!

Lenny jumped up from his seat and pointed at the casket. Before he could say anything else, he was dumbstruck by what he saw. It wasn’t his mother. Or a strange woman. He saw himself lying there. Dead. He looked old and tired. He had lost weight and some hair. But it immediately recognized himself surrounded by the fake silk padding.

The lawyer began laughing. At first it was just a chuckle, barely escaping the man’s lips, but the noise quickly grew into a booming laugh that hurt Lenny’s ears. And then, just as suddenly as the noise boomed out, it was gone. Silence.

What’s going on here? Am I dead? Is this a dream? I don’t understand why I’m in that casket. It is me, isn’t it?

“Yes, Lenny, it is you, but then again it isn’t. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to understand what I mean, though. You aren’t actually dead. What you see is in your mind.”

Lenny looked around the funeral home and everyone was gone. The old, tired room was totally empty. It was the same building, but all the people were gone and so was the casket. The sun was shining through the windows. Night had turned to day and the fog was gone.

So, this is some sort of dream. That’s it. I’m dreaming. No wonder everything is so strange. There really isn’t a funeral, or a will, right? This is all just some weird dream. I took some of that nighttime cold medicine again and its stirred up weird dreams. That stuff always messes with my head. I’m going to throw that crap away when I wake up. I hate this.

“It is all in your head, but no I wouldn’t call this a dream, Lenny.”

You’re right, I’d call it a nightmare. There is nothing fun about this at all.

“Again, it’s in your head, but I don’t know if I would call it a nightmare, either.”

Are you God? Or the devil? I don’t understand…

Lenny sat back down on the bench at the front of the room and dropped his head in his hands. He sobbed for a moment and then calmed himself down. He had to figure out what was going on.

Is this like A Christmas Carol? Are you the ghost of Christmas future? I know I haven’t been a good person. I’ve used people and then walked away. I haven’t been a friend. I’ve been selfish. Is that what you want to hear? Tell me what I need to do to change this. I’ll do it man. Come on. Cut a guy some slack. I will change and buy a Christmas goose. Or maybe it’s just time to wake up.

Lenny began slapping himself in the face, trying to wake himself up. Nothing changed. He was still alone in the funeral home with the lawyer, although it was finally dawning on him that the man wasn’t a lawyer at all. If he was even really there. He wasn’t sure what was actually real.

“Lenny, just stop it. Slapping yourself isn’t going to do you any good. There’s nothing to wake up from. I can’t tell you what to do to fix this, because there’s nothing to fix. We aren’t in a Hollywood movie. This is just your life, or what’s left of it. And that’s something you’ll just have to deal with.”

I don’t understand! Who are you and why am I here?

“Lenny, you always told yourself you would make a death-bed plea for forgiveness from your sins. You said you would make things right with your friends and family when you got older. You would pray, or donate money to charity. Or go on a pilgrimage. The one thing you never counted on was what you would do if you couldn’t do those things. You never thought about what would happen if it all came to an end so suddenly that you couldn’t do any of that.”

But you said I’m not dead.

“You’re not.”

 

I’ve been trying to forget but I haven’t forgotten yet

Through the day I seem to make it fine

But when I lay down at night and finally close my eyes
 
She goes walking through the shadows of my mind

The sun shined brightly and glinted off the river in front of them. A gentle breeze blew through the mild fall air. The leaves were just beginning to turn color, making their inevitable march toward winter. The two nursing home orderlies stood behind the patient, enjoying the moment outside.

“Have you ever seen this guy have a visitor?”

“Not that I can remember. I’m pretty sure the state’s paying for his care, too.”

“That’s really sad to not have anyone there to care for you in your later years.”

“Doctor Boyd said he’s basically brain-dead even though his body is in good shape. The rate he’s going, he might live another 20 years like this.”

“Do you think he’s aware of anything? Does he know what’s going on?”

“I doubt it. There’s almost no brain activity at all. They said it was just a sudden, massive stroke. One second he was fine and then the next second he was like this. No chance to say good bye or anything. Just flipped a switch and he was gone. He can’t control his body at this point. If he’s in there, he’s basically trapped in the shadows of his mind.”

“So, he may be reliving old memories, or there may be nothing. No light on, no consciousness.”

“Could go either way I guess. If it were me, I would hope for nothing. I’d hate to be stuck with nothing but my old memories.”

“I don’t know. There were some great times that I’d like to relive.”

“Yeah, but you’re a nice person. What if you weren’t?”

Filed Under: Free Fiction

New covers, all Mike Scott novels

October 12, 2017 By Eric Douglas

As the Mike Scott novels have been published (starting in 2004) each book has been a separate entity. Now that there is an entire series, Eric decided the books need a cohesive look to give readers the ability to immediately identify them when they see them online or in a book store.

These are prototypes of the new covers for the entire series, so comments are welcome. The font is the same throughout. The text is in either black or white with the same treatment on each. Placement is either at the top of the cover or the bottom, depending on the image.

We’ve also added subtitles to the books that didn’t already have one.

Filed Under: Adventure, Books, Diving

Marshall divers studying native mussels in Ohio River

October 10, 2017 By Eric Douglas

Originally published in the Charleston Sunday Gazette-Mail on September 29, 2017.

 

Imagine jumping into the Ohio River, the cool end-of-summer water covering your head, and then descending to the bottom, staying there and searching in the dark through the muck, sand, rocks and submerged trees for freshwater mussels for an hour.

Graduate student Mitchell Kriege is finishing a research project in the Marshall University environmental sciences program. He and a team of researchers, led by Associate Professor Tom Jones, have been diving in the river and then completing surveys of the freshwater mussels they find on the river bottom.

On a recent September Saturday morning, the group met at the university and drove the boat to a remote ramp on the Ohio. It’s difficult to call what the team does diving. They are underwater for an hour breathing compressed air, but they don’t wear fins, and they don’t swim. They crawl along on the bottom, fanning away silt and mud, feeling for mussels.

They find mussels with common names, like black sandshell, three-horn wartyback, pimpleback, washboard, three-ridge, deertoe and sheepnose (which is listed as an endangered species on the federal register.) Zebra mussels, an invasive species they don’t study but that are often attached to the mussels they are looking for, have a razor-sharp edge that causes fine cuts on their hands.

According to Kriege, the eastern United States is the hot spot for mussel diversity in the world.

“We are the equivalent of the Amazon rainforest, but for mussels. It is important to study them because they are so heavily imperiled,” he said.

“This project will be the first time we have a statistically defendable estimate of the mussels in the Greenup Pool, or anywhere in the Ohio River to my knowledge,” Jones said. “More species of mussels are federally listed than any other taxonomic group by percentage. Some authors cite almost 70 percent of mussel species have some federal protection due to rarity.”

The research project includes 20 randomly chosen locations on the river. At each location, the team lays out 100-meter-long weighted lines from the bank toward the middle of the river. A diver then enters the water and collects every mussel to be found in a 1-meter-wide swath along that line, placing them in mesh bags.

These swaths are called transects. Every 10 meters, the diver clips off the bag and begins a new one. When finished with the dive, the diver has surveyed a 100 square meters of river bottom.

At each location, they make six transects, each one 100 meters downriver from the previous one. For his master’s degree thesis, Kriege will produce maps showing the locations and dispersal of the various types of mussels in the river.

Jones explained freshwater mussels filter bacteria, fungi, protozoan and algae from the water column.

“In essence, they clean our drinking water for us. They also alter their substrates by movement and provide food to other species, both by being eaten and by producing pseudo-feces that bugs and fishes consume,” he said.

Healthy mussels on the river bottom aren’t just a nice thing to have. They benefit everyone.

“Each mussel filters anywhere from 5 to 20 gallons of water per day, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. If one mussel filters 10 gallons of water a day, that’s 3,650 gallons a year. When you get to talking about populations in the millions, you begin to realize how much money mussels are saving the taxpayers,” Kriege said. “Mussels not only clean the water we drink, they act as food for a wide array of organisms — muskrats, fish, etc., and their dead shells act as homes for many macroinvertebrates, fish and aquatic eggs.”

After each dive, the crew brings the 100-meter line to the surface with the mesh bags attached. They carefully measure and identify each mussel and record its statistics, before returning it to the river, where it can continue growing.

Before they are returned to the river, though, the zebra mussels are pulled loose. Zebra mussels attach themselves to just about anything underwater, including other larger mussels, and can kill them in the process. Removing the zebra mussels gives the native mussels a better chance at survival. Kriege explained that they do this for the mussels caught in the survey since they were dislodged from the bottom in the first place.

“This project has opened up my mind to the incredible number of mussels present in the Ohio River. There are literally hundreds of millions of individuals in our pool with 25-plus species. However, it has also opened my eyes to the sad truth of the incredible habitats and wide array of species we lost when the river was dammed and heavily polluted. About half of the sites we surveyed were heavily impacted by humans and nearly devoid of mussels. Historically their numbers would have easily been in the billions in just a short section or river.”

Eric Douglas, of Pinch, is the author of “Return to Cayman,” “Heart of the Maya,” “Cayman Cowboys,” “River Town” and other novels. He is also a columnist for Scuba Diving Magazine and a former Charleston Newspapers Metro staff writer. For more information, visit www.booksbyeric.com or contact him at Eric@www.booksbyeric.com.

Filed Under: Adventure, Diving, Photography, Travel

Heart Survivor Book Proceeds to Heart Walk

September 13, 2017 By Eric Douglas

heart survivor book coverCharleston author Eric Douglas will donate proceeds from his book Heart Survivor: Recovery After Heart Surgery to the 2017 Charleston Heart Walk. Douglas wrote the book to detail his recovery from open-heart surgery and his return to fitness to inspire others facing the same diagnosis.

In January 2016, Douglas visited his doctor to rule out the possibility of a heart problem before addressing what he thought were heartburn issues. He failed his stress test and was swept away into an odyssey of surgery and recovery.

“It can be daunting to hear the words ‘heart disease.’ You don’t know what you have to do to recover, or even if you can recover back to doing what you want to do. I don’t hold myself up as an ideal, but I do know what worked for me and I use that as an example throughout the book,” Douglas explained.

Douglas set a goal of returning to fitness so he could be cleared to scuba dive again. He knew what he would have to do and immediately set out to make it happen. Along the way, he overcame hurdles and suffered setbacks. Douglas’ story is for anyone diagnosed with heart disease whether they are treating their condition with diet and medications, received stents to open arteries or have had open-heart surgery. To further illustrate the recovery process, Douglas surveyed more than 100 survivors to learn about their diagnoses, the changes they made in their own lives and how their own recoveries progressed.

“The American Heart Association is a great resource of information when it comes to what you can do, and need to do, when it comes to getting and staying healthy. They also fund a lot of research into ways to improve our heart health. Obviously, it’s personal for me now, but I want everyone to understand it should be personal for them, too. Heart disease is the number one killer for men and women in the United States and Stroke is the number five killer. We need to improve our health so we can live longer and better,” he said.

For the month of September, Douglas has pledged to donate the royalties from the sale of the book Heart Survivor: Recovery After Heart Surgery to the Charleston Heart Walk. The book is available in softcover and as an Kindle ebook.

To donate to, or join, Douglas’ heart walk team, Team Second Chance, visit the Heart Walk website.

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Hurricane! — A children’s story

August 28, 2017 By Eric Douglas

Several years ago, I wrote this story for the American Press Institute and now the story is included in the collection Sea Turtle Rescue and Other Stories if you want to read more about Jayne and Marie’s adventures.

I thought it might be useful to share this story for all the parents out there to help their children understand what a Hurricane is. The story is an early chapter book, aimed at 6- to 10-year-olds.

Hurricane! is posted below in its entirety.

1 A STORM IS COMING

“Hey Jayne! Mom said Erin is coming and we have to get ready for her,” Marie called to her older sister outside. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and there was a gentle breeze blowing.

“Who is Erin? I don’t know anyone named Erin,” Jayne replied as she walked toward the house. Jayne was the older of the two sisters, by a year, with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes.

“I don’t know. She just asked me to get you so we can all talk about what we need to do to get ready for Erin,” Marie said.” Marie stood half a foot taller than her older sister, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes. “She said Dad is coming home from work to talk about it, too.”

The girls’ parents, Nathan and Ann, worked for the Ocean Research Center attached to the North Carolina Aquarium. Nathan worked as the director for the center while Ann was a veterinarian and cared for the marine animals. Their home and their parents’ place of work were located on Roanoke Island in the town of Manteo on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Jayne and Marie found their mother in the kitchen, staring at the shelves when they entered. They could both tell she was thinking about something.

“Mom, who is Erin and when is she getting here?” Jayne asked.

“Have we met her?” Marie asked. “I don’t remember anyone named Erin.”

“What? Oh, probably tomorrow night. Erin is coming across the Caribbean right now and then they expect she will turn east. Looks like Erin will hit here in about 36 hours or so,” Ann answered without turning to look at the girls.

“Is she in a boat or something? Or a really slow airplane?” Jayne asked. “It sounds like you don’t know exactly when she will get here.”

“Not exactly, sweetie. It’s never an exact science,” Ann answered.

“Science? Mom, what are you talking about?” Marie asked. Before either girl could figure out what was going on, their father walked in.

“Hi guys, I’m glad you’re all here,” Nathan said. “Girls, I want you to get some things together and be ready to take off. Pack three or four changes of clothes and a couple of your favorite things. We might have to go to a shelter for safety. Bring along anything you can’t replace.”

“Dad, what are you talking about?” Jayne said, growing more confused by the moment. “Erin is coming to visit. I thought we were getting ready for her. And now you’re telling me to get ready to run away?”

“Is Erin a bad person?” Marie asked. “Are we going to hide from her?”

“What? What are you girls talking about?” Ann asked, finally turning to face her family.

“Girls, do you know what Erin is?” Nathan asked.

“What do you mean, ‘what Erin is’? Isn’t she a girl? Don’t you mean who?” Marie asked.

“Girls, come in here and sit down. I’m sorry, but your mom and I thought you knew what was going on. We probably assumed too much,” Nathan said, moving toward the family room. When everyone was seated, he continued.

“Girls, I’m really sorry I haven’t been clear with both of you,” Ann said. “I’ve been thinking about what we needed to do and I didn’t take the time to explain it to you. Erin isn’t a person coming to visit. Erin is the name for a hurricane coming this way. It will probably hit the island we live on sometime tomorrow evening. So we have to get ready for it.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Nathan said. “You girls haven’t been through a hurricane yet. I didn’t think about you not knowing what’s going on.” The family had moved to the Outer Banks of North Carolina less than a year before so Ann and Nathan could take their new jobs, and the four had yet to face a storm.

The Outer Banks are barrier islands. They are natural sand bars that slow down storms approaching the coast. In spite of being one of the larger communities on the chain of islands, Manteo is still a small town. And living on barrier islands puts residents in the direct path of approaching storms from the Atlantic Ocean.

“What exactly is a hurricane?” Marie asked.

“It’s a big storm – right, Dad?” Jayne answered.

“Yes. A hurricane is a very big storm,” Nathan agreed.

“We’ve been through big storms before,” Jayne said. “I remember that one time, it rained for three days. There was thunder and lightning the whole time. We didn’t have to go anywhere for that one.”

“Honey, that was a big storm, but a hurricane is much bigger than that,” Ann said. “Hurricanes have really fast wind with lots of rain and they cause flooding, too. They can do lots and lots of damage. Really big storms can push houses down.”

“They tear down power lines, too,” Nathan said. “Out here on the islands, they push sand dunes over the roads and even tear them up. That’s why we have to get ready.”

Marie started to cry. “Mom, I was excited we were going to get a visitor. Now I’m scared. Are we going to be okay?”

“Yes, honey, that’s why we have to get ready before Erin gets here,” Ann said as she moved closer to her daughter and hugged her. “But we’re going to be fine.”

“Mom? Is Erin going to destroy our house and tear down the aquarium, too?” Marie asked. “What will happen to the animals?”

“I don’t think anything bad will happen, honey, but there is no way of knowing. We will just have to wait until the storm gets here and we see what happens,” Ann said.

 

2 WHY IS IT CALLED ERIN?

The Outer Banks are low islands, not much higher than the ocean itself. To keep the water out when big storms hit, people often build their houses on stilts.

The girls’ new home wasn’t a huge vacation house designed to sleep 20 tourists who came to the islands for the summer. It was small but comfortable. Wood shingles protected the house from the wind and the water. Decks wrapped all the way around the house on all three floors. On top of the roof was another small deck, called a widow’s walk. From there, the girls could see all over the island. Roanoke Island is surrounded by calm water that looks like a big lake, called a “sound.” The sound is connected to the ocean by gaps between the islands known as inlets.

Jayne and Marie were in their third-floor bedrooms packing some clothes when they heard the doorbell ring. A few minutes later, they heard footsteps on the stairs leading to their rooms, so they stopped what they were doing and looked out of their doors.

“Hey guys! What are you doing here?” Jayne asked when she realized their two best friends had arrived together. Javier was younger, in the fifth grade with Marie, while Monique was in the sixth grade with Jayne. The girls had met Javier and Monique just a few days after moving to the Outer Banks. Since then, the foursome had been inseparable.

The Outer Banks are a summertime vacation spot with lots of families visiting while school is out. The number of people living there all year around is pretty small. The kids who live there tend to know each other, and they attend the same small school.

“I came over to see how you two are doing. This is your first big storm, right?” Monique asked. She was taller than Jayne and Javier, and had deep brown skin and dark brown eyes. “I’ve been through this a couple of times. I thought I would help you out.”

“It’s my first hurricane, too,” Javier said. He had moved to the island with his mom just a few weeks before the girls arrived. Javier was born in Honduras, but came to the United States with his mother, a veterinarian assistant who worked with the girls’ mother, Ann. He was taller than Jayne but shorter than Marie, with short, dark hair and light brown eyes.

“You look like you’re packing up. You guys going to leave?” Monique asked.

“Dad said probably,” Marie answered. “He wasn’t completely sure, but he wanted us to be ready, just in case.”

“That makes sense. I do the same thing, but we almost never leave, unless it’s a Category 3 or something like that,” Monique said. “Your house has been here several years, so it’s been through a few storms. It will be safe, I’m sure.”

“I came over to say goodbye,” Javier said. “We’re going to evacuate in the morning.” Javier said. “What did you mean about a Category 3? Do these things come in sizes?”

“There are all kinds of different storms,” Monique said. “The smallest ones are tropical depressions. Then there are tropical storms. When they become hurricanes, they can be Category 1 through Category 5.”

“And each one gets stronger, right?” Jayne asked. “I was just looking at some stuff online about them.”

Jayne showed her friends a website on the tablet she used for homework. It had a chart showing the types of storms and how they are rated. One of the most important things they saw was how fast the winds come with each storm.

“It’s always windy. We can fly kites all year long,” Marie asked, gesturing around her. “How is this different?”

“I think the winds around here are 10 to 15 miles an hour,” Jayne said. “This chart says hurricane winds are between 74 and 95 miles an hour. That’s faster than the speed limit on the interstate!”

“And that’s just a Category 1 hurricane,” Monique agreed. “They can get up to 150 miles an hour in a Category 5 storm.”

“How big is Erin?” Javier asked, his eyes growing wide.

“The weather people say it will be a Category 1 storm when it gets here,” Monique said. “That’s a strong storm, but we’ve been through those before. Of course, it could always change. Sometimes they get bigger or smaller just before they hit land. You never really know until it gets here.”

“So we don’t know how bad Erin is going to be?” Javier said.

“I think the weather people are pretty good at knowing what is going on,” Monique said, trying to reassure her friend. She could tell he was getting nervous.

“What I don’t get is why everyone is calling the storm Erin. Where did that come from?” Marie asked, changing the subject.

“I wondered that, too,” Jayne said, reading from her tablet. “The website says there are six lists of names. They change the list every year. When there’s a big storm, they don’t use that name any more and replace it on the list. Remember Hurricane Katrina a few years ago, and then Hurricane Sandy? Those names were retired.”

“Makes sense that they are all girls’ names,” Javier said with a grin. Marie playfully hit him on the arm for that one.

“They aren’t all girls’ names. There are boys’ names on the list, too,” Jayne said as she continued reading.

“I’m just glad it’s not named Marie,” Marie said. “Who would want a storm named after them?”

 

3 LEAVING DAD BEHIND

“So what’s it like?” Marie asked.

“What’s what like? Riding out a hurricane?” Monique asked.

Marie simply nodded. She wanted to be brave, but she was still nervous.

“It’s kind of scary, especially the first time,” Monique said. “The winds are pretty loud and they’ll make your house sway back and forth. It sounds like a jet airplane is just outside.” She explained that they would have to protect the windows and doors by covering them with boards. The high winds pick up anything loose on the ground, and it can be pretty dangerous when stuff goes flying.

“How long does your house sway? It is like an earthquake? Those are usually over in a minute or two,” Javier asked. He and his mother lived in California for a few years after leaving Honduras, and they had been through a few earthquakes.

“It depends on how fast the storm is moving,” Monique explained. “If it’s a slow-moving storm, it can go on all day. If it’s a fast-moving storm, the worst of it can be over in a few hours.”

“What do you mean by ‘a fast-moving storm’? The news said Erin’s winds are 75 miles an hour,” Marie asked.

“Hurricanes are big circles,” Monique said, moving her hand in a counter-clockwise direction. “They aren’t like storms that move straight across the country. The winds are moving at 75 miles an hour or more, but the eye of the storm only moves 10 to 20 miles an hour.”

“This storm has an eye?” Javier asked.

“That’s what they call it, but the eye of the storm is just the middle of the storm,” Monique said. “It’s actually pretty calm in the eye. If it crosses right over you, it might fool you into thinking the storm is over. It isn’t. The second part of the storm is coming up behind you. And the winds will be moving the other direction this time.”

“What do you do during the storm?” Jayne asked. “Do you just watch television and stay inside?”

“Probably not,” Monique said. “Most of the time, the power goes out in the middle of the storm. Power lines get blown down a lot of the time.”

“Why would you stay here in the middle of a big storm like that? It sounds pretty scary to me,” Marie said.

“We stay around to take care of our house. We want to make sure everything is okay,” Monique said. “Because we’re on an island, sometimes you can’t get back out here for a few days. Mom, Dad and I want to be close to our house and Dad’s store, so we can take care of things.”

“What about food? If the power is out, how do you eat?” Jayne asked.

“We have a hurricane survival kit,” Monique explained. “We keep batteries and propane for the grill. We have lots of extra water and food that doesn’t have to be refrigerated to keep it fresh. We also have a small generator that makes electricity. It won’t run the whole house, but it can run the lights and things like that.”

“Sounds like you and your family are really prepared for the storm,” Ann said. The girls’ mother had come up the stairs, but the four friends were so interested in their conversation that none of them had heard her.

“We try to be, Mrs. Andrews,” Monique said. “But like my dad says, you never know what’s going to happen.”

“I’m sure he’s right about that,” Ann said. “Thanks for coming over to talk to the girls. But now, it’s time for you and Javier to go home and get ready. The wind is already picking up outside and the ocean is getting rougher. Girls, we’re going to leave to head inland shortly. I was able to get us a hotel room to ride out the storm.”

“Okay, Mom. But we can’t leave yet. We have to wait for dad. He isn’t home yet,” Jayne said.

“Girls, your dad isn’t coming with us. He’s going to stay at the aquarium to keep an eye on the place and to keep an eye on the animals,” Ann explained. “I thought you realized that.”

“What?” both girls asked together.

“If Dad isn’t going with us, why are we leaving?” Jayne asked.

“I hadn’t thought about the animals in the aquarium. What are they going to do?” Marie asked. “Monique said the power will probably go out. The water pumps in the exhibits run on electricity. What will happen to them?”

“We talked about it and thought you two would be scared to stay on the island during the storm, so we agreed that I would take you and go somewhere safe,” Ann said.

“I want us to stay together!” Jayne said.

“Me too! I want to stay here and help Dad take care of the aquarium,” Marie agreed, trying to put on a brave face. “I don’t want to leave Daddy behind. Who will take care of him?”

 

4 BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES

When Nathan got home from the aquarium, he wasn’t happy his family had decided to stay on the island through the storm. However, he was proud of their dedication to the animals in the aquarium and a little relieved that they would all be close together. The next morning, everyone got up early and Jayne and Marie got ready without complaint.

“So what’s the plan, Dad?” Marie asked when she entered the kitchen with her sister.

“Morning, girls. Glad to see you are ready to go,” Nathan said, turning his attention away from the weather report on the television. “We’ve got a lot to do today. I’ll need your help putting plywood over the doors and windows and getting all of our deck furniture in the house. Anything that’s small enough to blow away needs to go in the house. That includes toys and bikes.”

“Sure, D ad. We’ll get right to work on that. I don’t know that there’s much outside, though,” Jayne said.

“You’ll be surprised when you start looking around,” Ann said. “You’re right that we don’t have clutter in the yard, but when you have to carry everything inside, it takes awhile.”

“And then we’ll go over to the aquarium and do it all again?” Marie asked. The girls’ home was next door to the Ocean Research Center and the North Carolina Aquarium on Roanoke Island.

“The maintenance people have taken care of most of that work already,” Nathan said. “They’ll get everything put away and locked up. We won’t have to do that. Everything on the Outer Banks is built with storms in mind. When we’re done here, we’ll take our sleeping bags over to the aquarium and keep an eye on the place during the storm.”

“How is the storm looking, Dad? Where is Erin now? Is she still coming this way?” Jayne asked, pointing at the television. The weather forecasters were tracking Hurricane Erin nonstop.

“She looks like she’s turning a little bit north. That’s a good thing,” Nathan said.

“So Erin won’t come here at all now?” Marie asked hopefully. While she wanted to stay and protect the animals in the aquarium, she was nervous about the hurricane. News stories the night before showed pictures of entire towns being flooded by storms.

“You’ve got to remember that hurricanes are really big storms,” Ann said. “This one is more than 300 miles wide. That’s the distance from here to Charlotte all the way on the other end of the state. It would take us five hours to drive there. The storm was going to hit us straight on, but if it keeps turning north, we’ll probably just get hit by the side of it. But we’ll still get a lot of storm and wind.”

When the girls were finished with their breakfast, they went outside and began picking up everything from the yard and the wrap-around decks on their house. Every potted plant, decoration and toy had to come inside. They knew Erin’s strong winds could launch them through the air like missiles. They didn’t want to miss something and have it hurt someone else’s house, or worse, hit and hurt a person. They knew their neighbors were doing the same thing.

From the decks of their elevated house, the girls could see the main road leaving the island was clogged with traffic.

“Is everyone leaving the island?” Jayne asked while she handed her mother the long screws that would hold the plywood covers over the windows.

“Those are mostly tourists,” Ann said while using a cordless drill to secure the plywood. “They’ve asked people who don’t live here to evacuate. We’re just lucky it’s not the peak of the tourist season, or there would be a big traffic jam.”

“I hope everyone gets out in time,” Jayne said. “I would hate to be in a car when the storm gets here.”

“I’m sure they will, but you’re right about that, Jayne. When the storm gets here, we all need to be inside where it’s safe,” Nathan agreed as he finished with his own drill. “That’s the last of the boards. Have you guys gotten everything inside?”

“Everything is inside or locked up in the storage building,” Marie said.

“Good job, girls. Thank you for all of your help,” Ann said as she looked around the bare deck and yard.

“It just seems strange that there’s a big storm headed our way. It doesn’t seem that bad out here yet,” Jayne said, standing beside her father. “It’s windy and the waves on the beach are pretty big, but that’s it.”

“That’s the funny thing about storms like this, honey. Before and after the storm everything looks pretty normal. Before we had all of the weather radar and things to see these storms coming, people didn’t have much warning. They didn’t get a chance to prepare their homes and take shelter or evacuate. A lot more people got hurt,” Nathan said, putting his arm around his daughter. “Now we have a lot of warning and it makes things a lot safer.”

“But the warnings just let us get ready, right?” Jayne asked. “No one knows what will happen in the storm.”

“That’s right, honey. We really don’t know what will happen tonight when Erin gets here. We just have to wait it out,” Nathan said.

Marie and Ann moved closer to the other two and the family stood together on the deck outside the house. They stared to the southeast, trying to see Erin. They couldn’t quite see the storm yet, but they knew it was there and it was headed right for them. They each wondered what would happen that night.

 

5 RIDING THE STORM OUT

The wind and rain were picking up when Jayne and Marie left their home to go to the aquarium with their mom. Their home was next door and just down a short street from the main road that ran down the middle of the island. Their dad was already at the aquarium making sure everything ready.

The storm front was still two hours away, but conditions were getting bad. The girls could see white caps and foam on the beach just beyond the sand dunes as the wind whipped the waves into a fury.

Ann drove the girls to the aquarium and dropped them off just outside the front door before she parked the family car in the middle of the parking lot. She ran by herself to the door. Even though it was a short walk from their house to the aquarium, they all agreed the parking lot would be a safer place for the car in case the storm pushed floodwater onto the island. They didn’t want a tree to fall on the car or have something fall from the house and damage it.

Ann didn’t bother with an umbrella because the wind was too strong. As she ran for the aquarium, a gust of wind lifted her off her feet for a second. Jayne opened the door for her mother when Ann got close.

“Wow, it’s really coming down out there!” Ann said as she came inside. Jayne pulled the door shut so the wind wouldn’t catch it and break the door from its hinges.

“The wind was really blowing you around out there,” Jayne said.

“I thought for a few minutes it was going to blow me away like Dorothy,” Ann said with a smile as she took off her raincoat. “I was worried I was going to end up in Oz.”

“Wasn’t that a tornado?” Jayne asked with a smile. “In ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ I mean.”

“Yes, it was,” Ann said with a laugh. “I still felt like I was going to go flying. Now we’re all safe. Where are your sister and your dad?”

“They’re setting up the sleeping bags and our supplies in front of the main exhibit. Marie said she liked it when we spent the night there with the Scout troop and wanted to sleep in there again. Dad said it was probably the biggest room and also the safest with all of the concrete around it. There are no windows to the outside, so he thought that would be a good place for us to stay,” Jayne explained as she and her mother walked past the smaller exhibits in the aquarium.

The aquarium had more than 40 exhibits with different types of life: alligators and river otters; small fish from along the beach; and bigger creatures from farther offshore around the shipwrecks, such as sharks. The small exhibits were not much bigger than a household aquarium. The main exhibit, with its see-through wall, was more than 20 feet high. The viewing room in front of the main exhibit had benches for people to sit on while watching the fish swim.

The big exhibit hall was the girls’ favorite place in the aquarium. It included a replica of a shipwreck to make it look like the open ocean. Fish swam everywhere. Some stayed near the sandy bottom or hovered around the fake wreck. Others swam in the middle of the exhibit. A few more swam near the top of the water or dived from the top to the bottom in a dizzying pattern of silver flashes.

“Hi guys, glad you got here!” Nathan said as his daughter and wife walked into the large room. Most of the time lights in the observation room stayed low so visitors could see into the exhibit. Because no one was visiting the aquarium in the storm, the normal room lights were on. It made things look different.

“Dad, I never thought about it before, but is there any danger from the storm with us in front of the exhibit?” Jayne asked while she stood looking at the see-through wall in front of her. “I’m not worried about the sharks, but what if the wall breaks? That’s a lot of water back there.”

There were more than 400,000 gallons of water behind the acrylic wall. If it broke, the entire aquarium would flood, taking them with it.

“That wall is a lot stronger than it has to be, Sweetheart. I’m not worried about it breaking in this storm. It would take an explosion in here to break it,” Nathan said, patting his daughter on the shoulders. “I’m more worried about the power going out. If that happens, the pumps that circulate the water will stop. The water won’t get cleaned and the fish will use up all of the oxygen. They can’t live very long like that.”

As Nathan finished his sentence, the wind outside started blowing harder and the power flickered for a moment.

“Sounds like Erin is here, girls,” Ann said.

“What do we do now?” Jayne and Marie asked together. They did that a lot. Normally they laughed when they said the same things together, but not this time. This time, they were a little worried.

“Not much we can do at this point, girls. We’ll be safe in here,” Ann said. “We just have to wait.”

The storm outside started to rage as Hurricane Erin made landfall on top of the Outer Banks.

 

6 HANG ON TIGHT

The wind howled outside the aquarium as Hurricane Erin came onshore. The rain beat down on the building, sounding like a thousand drums beating their own rhythm. Jayne and Marie sat huddled in their sleeping bags on the floor. They both knew there was no way they could sleep, but they felt better wrapped up tightly.

“Are we going to live through this?” Marie whispered to her sister after hearing a loud banging sound on the roof. The girls’ father left the family to make sure everything was all right.

“Of course we will. If we don’t, you can tell me I was wrong,” Jayne said.

“Ha ha.”

“I’m sure it will be fine. Dad said the aquarium was built to stand up to stronger storms than this one. There are scientists who study how to make buildings safe from storms. This is probably one of the stronger buildings on the island,” Jayne said, realizing her younger sister was scared. They were only a year apart, but Jayne liked to be the older sister.

Just then, Jayne and Marie heard another loud boom. This noise sounded like it came from out in the parking lot instead of on the building itself. The entire aquarium went dark. They were sitting in blackness.

“What do we do?” Jayne asked. “I can’t see a thing!”

“Hold on,” Ann said. The girls heard her moving around and then a flashlight came on. “It was probably an electrical transformer outside. If a power pole fell down or a tree fell on the power lines, the transformers can blow. When they do, they make a lot of noise and there is usually a bright flash of light.”

In a blink, a few small lights came on, giving off an eerie glow.

“What’s that? Is the power back on?” Marie asked.

“No, those are just emergency lights. They run off of batteries and come on when the main power goes out,” Ann said. “Girls, stay here. I’m going to go check on your father and make sure everything is all right.”

“You’re leaving?” the girls said together.

“You’ll be fine. Just stay right here,” Ann said, taking her flashlight and heading for the doors that led behind the aquarium exhibit.

“Now what do we do?” Jayne asked her sister after they sat still for a moment listening to the sound of the storm.

“There isn’t much we can do. We’re pretty safe in here, but I’m worried about our house,” Marie said. “Will our stuff be okay? Remember that story we saw on the television about houses being knocked down and torn up by that big storm last year?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it, but you’re right. That’s why Mom and Dad brought all of our pictures with us,” Jayne agreed. “They said everything else could be replaced, but not pictures and memories.”

“And what about Monique? She was staying in her house to ride out the storm with her parents. Is she going to be all right?” Marie asked, her voice growing tense.

“I wish she would have come to here to stay with us,” Jayne agreed. “But there isn’t much we can do about it now.”

“I don’t like being inside and not being able to see what’s going on,” Marie said. “Let’s go look out the windows.”

“I don’t think that’s safe. What if something hits the glass?” Jayne asked.

“There are those double doors by the front entrance. We can just go to the inside doors, not to the outside ones,” Marie said. “I want to see what is going on. I’m getting nervous not knowing what is happening.”

Jayne gave in to her younger sister, mostly because she was curious, too, and didn’t like sitting still and doing nothing. They both grabbed extra flashlights and headed for the front entrance.

When they got near the doors, they realized they couldn’t see much. Out of habit, Jayne pushed against the first door and realized it was locked in place. Their father had locked both sets of doors to keep them from blowing in the wind.

“Listen to the wind, Jayne,” Marie said. “It sounds like there is an animal out there.”

The rain beat against the doors in waves. The girls’ eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness and they thought they could make out shapes outside. Suddenly, there was a flash of bright blue light from outside. A second later, they heard the sound of an explosion.

“What was that?” Marie screamed.

“I don’t know,” Jayne answered, only slightly less frightened than her sister. “We need to get out of here.”

“Yes, I agree,” a voice said over the noise and then both girls felt a hand on their shoulders.

Both girls jumped and screamed at the voice behind them.

“Hold on. Slow down, it’s only me,” their father said, calming them down. “What are you two doing out here?”

“We wanted to see what was going on,” Jayne said as soon as she caught her breath. “What was that big blue flash of light?”

“It was probably a transformer. That’s what they look like when they blow up,” Nathan said.

“We saw the flash of light before we heard the noise,” Marie said.

“That means it was a little farther away. Light travels faster than sound, so you saw it before you heard it,” Nathan said. “But now, let’s get back to the main exhibit hall. It’s not safe out here with the windows.”

 

7 AFTERMATH

“Girls, you need to wake up. It’s early in the morning, but the storm is gone,” Nathan said quietly as he gently shook the girls from their sleep.

“What? What happened?” Marie asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“You two fell asleep last night as the storm started to pass and things quieted down. It was late, though. You haven’t been asleep that long,” Nathan explained.

“Then why are you waking us up?” Jayne asked, her head still buried in the sleeping bag. She was always slower to wake up.

“I thought you would like come outside and see what happened last night,” Nathan said.

“Is it still raining?”

“That’s what’s always amazing about a hurricane. Once it passes, it usually takes all the rain and storms with it,” Ann said. “It’s a bright and clear morning outside. Come out and take a look.”

Jayne and Marie hurriedly put on their clothes. Jayne brushed out her long brown hair with a few strokes and Marie put a hat on her shorter, darker hair.

“Wait a second. The lights are back on. Is the power on?” Jayne said as they were heading for the door.

“No, not yet. We have generators that run part of the aquarium. They run some of the lights, part of the air conditioning and the pumps for the exhibits,” Nathan explained. “That was one of the reasons I had to stay here. Someone had to stay at the aquarium and turn them on. I didn’t want to get stuck hours away from here and not be able to get back.”

“So power is still out everywhere?” Marie asked.

“The radio said the power company is already at work getting the electricity back on, but it will be awhile. The storm knocked down power poles and broke lines,” Nathan said as they walked through the front entrance to the aquarium. “It may be a couple days before the whole island is back up and running.”

“Wow, it’s a really pretty morning out here,” Jayne said, looking at the sky. The sun was still low in the sky, making everything a faint orange with the sunrise. “It feels like the storm scrubbed the air clean.”

“That’s a great way to describe it, Jayne,” Nathan said smiling at his daughter. “Even though it looks nice out here, we have a lot of work to do. There are trees down all over the place and the storm blew sand from the dunes and the beaches up on the roads. Some people can’t get around.”

“Is our house all right?” Marie said looking next door. Their house was still standing.

“Everything is fine over there. We’ll just have to clean up some limbs from the yard and on the decks, but I didn’t see any damage. I went inside and everything stayed dry. We’ll have to take the boards off the doors and windows to get the house back to normal, but that is about it. We can stay here in the aquarium to stay cool in the air conditioning until the power comes back on,” Nathan explained.

“Too bad everyone can’t come here and cool off,” Marie said.

“Honey, that’s a great idea. I’ll call the radio station,” Nathan said as he headed back into the aquarium.

“What did he mean, Mom?” Marie asked Ann, who stood there smiling as she watched the girls’ father walk away.

“Sometimes your father is like that, girls. He gets an idea in his head and has to take care of it immediately. But that was a great idea, Marie,” Ann said. “I think your dad is going to offer the aquarium as a shelter for people who want to come here and cool off, or get something cool to drink.”

“Oh, that IS a great idea! Way to go Marie,” Jayne said, turning to her sister.

“Thanks, I guess. I don’t know that I thought of it, though,” Marie said, blushing a bit.

“Of course you did, sweetie,” Ann said. “Now, why don’t you girls come and help me pick up the branches in the parking lot. If someone wants to come here, they’ll need to be able to get close. And then we’ll find some water bottles from the concession stand and make sure they are cool for people to drink. It’s the least we can do.”

For the next hour, the girls helped their mother pick up branches that had blown off the tall pine trees that lined the parking lot beside the aquarium and research center. Just as they were finishing up, a car pulled into the parking lot. The girls went running toward it when they realized it was Monique and her father.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was so worried about you,” the girls squealed together as they hugged their friend.

“I’m happy to see you, too!” Monique said. “How is everything here?”

“We’re fine. The generators are powering the pumps and the air conditioning. We’re opening up as a shelter for people to come and cool off,” Marie said. “It was my idea!”

“That’s why we came over. We wanted to see how we could help out,” Monique said. “Our power is out, but our house is fine, too. That’s what we always do after a storm. We help our neighbors and make sure everyone is all right.”

 

8 GETTING READY FOR THE NEXT ONE

It took a couple of days for the island to get back to normal. One of the fishing piers was damaged in the storm and some houses lost shingles from their roofs. A few signs were blown down, but overall, Hurricane Erin didn’t do that much damage. The people of the Outer Banks were used to cleaning up after storms and Erin wasn’t been the strongest one they had seen.

Javier and his mom came back to the island the day after the storm passed. They rode out the storm visiting family. All three girls spent the next day telling him about what they saw and heard through the storm.

“It wasn’t scary at all,” Marie said, forgetting what it was really like to sit tight during the storm and trying to be braver than she had felt. “You know. It was just a hurricane. No big deal.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Monique said with a laugh. “I always get a little scared during a storm, but our houses have been through these storms before and they’re made to take a lot of wind and rain.”

“I was worried about you guys. We watched the storm on TV all day as it came up the coast. I got really nervous when it hit the island right over top of the islands,” Javier said as he looked down at his shoes. “I felt pretty helpless.”

“That’s really nice of you, Javier. We worried about you, too, but mostly we were just listening to the storm, especially after the power went out,” Jayne said. “There wasn’t much to do. We were helpless, too.”

“You should have been with me,” Monique said. “I could feel my house swaying back and forth. You always wonder if the stilts are going to break and your house is going to topple over, or if the storm is going to push so much water up over the beach and the sand dunes that everything will flood.”

“That sounds really scary,” Javier said.

“It can be, but you just sort of ride it out,” Monique agreed.

“Is everything all right at the aquarium? None of the fish died, did they?” Javier asked.

“Everything is fine. Dad turned on the generators as soon as the storm passed. I doubt the fish or the sharks even knew anything happened,” Marie said. “Mom said we’ll keep an eye on them the next couple days, but she was pretty sure everything would be fine.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s over,” Javier said. “I don’t want to go through that again anytime soon.”

“Dad said that storm is over, but hurricane season lasts a long time and we have to stay prepared,” Marie said.

“Hurricane season runs from June 1 through November 30, but the peak is in August and September,” Jayne said. “I looked it up this morning. So, we have several more months when we could get another storm.”

“As soon as everything gets back to normal, we have to restock our hurricane survival kit,” Monique agreed. “You don’t want to put it aside and forget about it.”

“What do you keep in it? I don’t think we had a kit,” Marie said.

“We keep water, fresh batteries and food we can eat when there isn’t any electricity. We keep it in a box that’s watertight, too,” Monique explained. “You don’t want it to get ruined if the island floods.”

“I’m going to talk to Mom and Dad about that. We need to make sure we have a kit, too,” Jayne said.

“We’ll get back to normal pretty quickly from Hurricane Erin. If it had been a bigger storm and done more damage or the power was out longer, we could have all been in a lot of trouble without a good storm kit,” Monique agreed.

“I think I want to be a weather person when I grow up,” Javier said.

“They are called meteorologists,” Jayne said.

“Okay, I want to be a meteorologist when I grow up. I really liked the way they told everyone a storm was coming and where it was going to be bad. They really saved a lot of people’s lives,” Javier said.

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