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December 16, 2014, 12:45:09 AM

Offline vile8r

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This is a non-sexual story. I know, a little different for the Vile8r, but just something I wanted to do for Christmas. I didn't know where to post it, so decided to put it here. As usual, it is a work of fiction and any similarities to real people, places or situations, us purely coincidental!

She Waited

An original story by Vile8r

  My family and I live in the town of Beddington. Itís not a small town, but itís not huge either. It has a population of around 8,000. We may not have all the amenities of a big city, but on the good side, we donít have the hustle and bustle and all the traffic. Itís just a nice place to raise a young family.

  Beddington is primarily an agricultural community. Weíre surrounded by productive prairie farmland. Cattle and grain are what keeps the townís economy going. There is some other light industry, but mostly, this is farm country.

Itís only a 40 minute commute to my job in the city, and that is one of the reasons my wife, Denise, and I decided to move here three years ago. Along with our three children, Tara; Stephanie and Devon. And letís not forget our dog, Buddy and our cats, Silver and Black.

 A year ago, Deniseís elderly mother decided to also move from the city. Beddington has a wonderful seniorís lodge, Wheatland Villa. Deniseís mother, Marlene, was able to get herself a nice suite there. Living so close, the lodge is just on the other side of town, she is always able to join us for holidays and special occasions. We just have to go and pick her up, seeing as she no longer drives.

So it was, that during our first Christmas in Beddington, I found myself driving on Christmas Eve to Wheatland Villa to pick up Marlene. She was going to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with us. The kids were really looking forward to having Grandma around for gift opening on Christmas morning.

I entered the front foyer of the senior's lodge and approached the reception desk.
A pleasant woman in her 40s asked if she could help.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Marlene Parker. I'm her son-in-law, Darrell Hunter."
"Oh yes, she mentioned earlier today that you would be coming to get her. I'll go let her know you're here."

As she got up from her desk, I walked over to a couch in the small waiting area of the foyer. I sat down and admired the large, beautifully decorated Christmas tree set up in a corner by a small gas fireplace. Christmas decorations adorned the walls and ceilings and what looked like a home-made wooden Nativity scene sat on a large coffee table. Then I noticed her.

An old lady sitting on a small padded bench near the entrance. I hadn't noticed when I first came in. She sat very quietly, dressed nicely in a long, wool winter coat and short black boots. She clutched her purse with both hands as it rested on her lap. She noticed me looking at her and she smiled.

"Hello sir. Merry Christmas," she said.
"Merry Christmas to you too, ma'am," I replied.
"Are you here to pick someone up?" she asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am," I said. "I'm picking up my mother-in-law, Marlene Parker."
"Oh yes, I know Mrs. Parker," the old lady smiled. "A wonderful lady. She's just a few doors down from my room."
"Are you....waiting....for someone too?" I asked.

"Yes," answered the lady. "My family is coming to pick me up. They should be here any minute."
At that time, my mother-in-law entered the foyer, carrying her suitcase. I walked over and took it from her as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. At that same time, the lady who worked at the reception desk came over to the old woman on the bench.
"Come on, Mrs. Stern. You've been sitting here for two hours now. You really should go back to your room."

"But...but, no!" the old lady protested. "They're coming to pick me up. I know they are. They'll be here soon."
The younger woman gave her an exasperated look. "Mrs. Stern, come on now. You know they're not coming. We go through this every year, and the same thing happens. They're not coming and you know they're not ever coming. Now let me take you back to your room. There's going to be Christmas carols later tonight in the rec room and you don't want to be late for that, do you?"

I was very puzzled and upset by this. It really bothered me when I saw old people neglected at Christmas. When their families were too caught up in their own lives to spend time with their parents or grandparents or whoever.

"Excuse me, " I said to the receptionist. "I am sorry for interrupting, but I heard you say that her family isn't coming to see her?"
"That's right," said the lady. "Her family-"
Before she finished, I looked at the old lady and said, "Mrs. Stern, is it? My name is Darrell Hunter. I'm sorry about your family not coming. I would love for you to come spend the evening with my family."

I turned to my mother-in-law. "It's okay with you?"
Marlene smiled. "Well, of course, Darrell. Mrs. Stern is a lovely person. I'm sure she'd enjoy Christmas Eve with us."
I looked back to Mrs. Stern. "Well, how about it?"

She gave me a warm smile, her pale blue eyes sparkling. "Yes, I'd like that, Mr. Hunter. Thank you so much."
"Okay then, let's get going," I said. I turned to the receptionist. "I'll give her a ride back here later tonight."
"That's fine," she replied. "And....thank you. It's very thoughtful what you're doing."

I drove back home with Marlene and Mrs. Stern. It turned out to be a beautiful Christmas Eve. My wife got along great with Mrs. Stern and the kids loved her too. For them, it was like having two grandmas in the house. Before the night was over, they were even calling her Grandma Stern.

Just before 9 o'clock, she told me she was getting tired and should get back to the lodge. I drove her back and she thanked me profusely. I walked her into the lodge to make sure she made it okay. Just as I was turning to leave, a nurse stopped me.
"Oh Mr. Hunter, it was such a nice thing you did for Mrs. Stern. Christmas is always a hard time for her."

"It just broke my heart that her family neglected her. I don't know why people have to be that way," I said. "Old people have feelings too."
The nurse took me off to the side and we sat down on the couch in the foyer. She put her hand on mine.

"Mr. Hunter....it's not the way you think. Mrs. Stern's family doesn't come to pick her up.....because they can't! They're dead."
"Oh," I said. "Oh, that's terrible. I-I'm so sorry."

"It's all right," said the nurse. "It happened many, many years ago. Mrs. Stern and her husband, Bill used to farm a few miles out of town. They had two young children, a boy and a girl. I think they were about 6 and 7 at the time. It was Christmas Eve 1952. Her husband and the kids had come into town to buy her a Christmas present at the store. She was waiting at home for them so they could go to the Christmas Eve service at the old church just down the road from their farm. But......they never made it home.

  No one is sure what really happened. They figured maybe Bill was driving a little faster than usual to get home, and he hit a patch of ice on a sharp curve, not much more than a mile from the farm. The car rolled into the ditch and down into a frozen slough. Bill......and the two kids.....they were trapped in the car....and they drowned."

The nurse had to wipe a tear from her eye. I could see it was a very emotional story she was telling.
"Oh my God, that's horrible, " I said.

The nurse continued with the story. "When the police arrived at the Stern farm, Olivia.....Mrs. Stern, was still sitting on a chair in the kitchen waiting for her family to get home. It was a horrible tragedy in the community and she took it pretty hard. She sold the farm and moved into town. She never re-married and ending up working for many years as a waitress at a local restaurant and cleaning houses for people. She came here five years ago after it became too hard for her to look after her house."

"She has no other family?" I asked.
"She has a sister who lives out in British Columbia and I think a brother somewhere too. A couple nieces and nephews and a few cousins, but they're scattered all over the country and she rarely sees or hears from any of them. She gets a bit of mail from them and that's about it."

"Oh my, " I said. "What a tragic, tragic life she's led."
"Yes," agreed the nurse. "But the worst is that every Christmas Eve, she comes to the foyer, sits down in her coat and boots and says she's waiting for her family to come pick her up. She still believes that, someday, her family is going to show up. She has never been able to accept the fact that....they're not."

I drove home that night, thinking about Mrs. Stern and what a horrible, tragic time that must have been, losing her young family in one fell swoop. And on Christmas Eve yet! It was unfathomable to me. I told my wife the story, when I got home. She was totally overcome by it as well.

Over the course of the next year, Mrs. Stern became almost another member of the family. Denise and the kids would go and visit her. We even had her over for Easter and Thanksgiving and the kids' birthdays.

The kids really liked her and said they couldn't wait to have her over for Christmas again. Finally, once again it was Christmas Eve. I made my way to Wheatland Villa to pick up Marlene and Mrs. Stern. It was a bitterly cold Christmas Eve, but the sky was clear and full of stars. I pulled into the parking lot and as I got out of my car, I noticed a strange sight. A few stalls over I saw an old car. It was very old, like something out of the 1940s. I didn't know whose car it was, but they had done a great job of restoring it. Must have been someone coming to visit at the lodge.

I saw a woman getting in on the passenger side. I thought she looked vaguely familiar, but thought nothing of it. The old car coughed to life and backed away from the curb. As it passed me, I saw two smiling little kids in the backseat. They waved at me and I waved back. Something seemed so odd about the car as it drove out of the parking lot, but I just shrugged.

I entered the main foyer, but Mrs. Stern wasn't there like she usually was, waiting for me. The nurse at the front desk rushed over to me.
"Oh Mr. Hunter, I'm so sorry," she said.
"Wh-why....what happened?" I asked.

"Mrs. Stern! Just a little while ago, Marlene went to see if she was ready to leave and found her on the floor in her room. She'd passed away! I'm sorry."
I rushed down the hallway past the front desk. I could see several nurses gathered in front of Mrs. Stern's room. There was two ambulance attendants loading the still body of Mrs. Stern onto a gurney. She was still dressed in her wool winter coat.
I saw my mother-in-law standing just inside the room. I walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"Oh Darrell, it's so sad," she said, with tears in her eyes. "I just walked in and there she was. I think she was putting her boots on.......and just......fell over."

I looked around Mrs. Stern's room. As usual, it was immaculate. Mrs. Stern was very fastidious. I saw a bag of Christmas presents sitting by the door. No doubt, ones she was planning to bring to my kids. Then it caught my eye!

An old photo on the wall. It was black and white and encased in a cheap metal frame. It showed an old car parked in front of a farmhouse. There was a young family standing in front of the car, a man and a woman and two small children, a boy and a girl. A caption was written on the bottom of the faded picture. "Our first new car! July 1948"

Something suddenly hit me. I had seen that car! In the parking lot when I came in!
"Can I ask....something?" I said to the nurses as I looked at the photo.
"What?" one of them replied.
"Is this picture of Mrs. Stern's family?"

"Yes, it is," said one of the nurses. "That's the car they were in, when they died."
I had to sit down. I plopped down on in Mrs. Stern's rocking chair.

"What's the matter, Darrell," asked Marlene with a look of concern. "You're so....pale. Like you just saw a ghost."
I looked up at my mother-in-law and the nurses gathered in the room. "I think I did. I just saw that car in the parking lot! And I'm sure I saw Mrs. Stern getting into it. But....a younger Mrs. Stern. Like the woman in that picture!"
"Oh, nonsense," said Marlene. "I think you were just seeing things."

Something else suddenly came to me. as well. Now that I thought about it, I realized what had been so odd about the car. The tires made no crunching sound as they drove on the snow and, even though it was very cold out, I couldn't remember seeing any exhaust cloud coming from the car.

"No," I said. "I think I know exactly what I saw. Mrs. Stern's family finally came to pick her up."


THE END

 
 

December 16, 2014, 10:25:09 AM
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Offline Tony V.

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Having seen people pass away during the Holiday Season in the course my Duties, this Story, brought a tear to my eye. I've lost count of the amount of times I have delivered that very same message......

This was an amazingly well written Story, Vile!!


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December 16, 2014, 10:50:49 AM
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Thank you Tony. I cannot imagine the things you guys must sometimes have to do, when it comes to dealing with bad accidents and such, and especially at Christmastime. I used to be a volunteer firefighter, and I attended several house fires and vehicle accidents. Thank God, I was fortunate to never have to deal with any human fatalities.

December 16, 2014, 12:36:09 PM
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You never get used to dealing with the Spectre of Death. The main feeling I had was an overwhelming sense of sadness over the loss of Life. If it were a younger Victim, the sense of loss is even more intense, as the potential of this person's life could have had plays in your mind....

You just never get used to it, if you do, it's time to retire.....

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December 16, 2014, 03:52:53 PM
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Oh Vile that is the most wonderful story.  It made me tear up but how wonderful that she was with her family once again.  Thank you for sharing this with us!!!!!

December 16, 2014, 08:41:17 PM
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Thank you Fancy. It even made me tear up a bit when I wrote it. I may try more of this once in a while, occasionally doing a short non-erotic story.

December 17, 2014, 11:42:41 AM
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Wow Vile you really are a good writer.  This was a great one.  I enjoyed it.  Makes you think thanks for posting it.

December 17, 2014, 12:45:43 PM
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Vile I want to share your story with my dad if that is ok

December 17, 2014, 03:16:32 PM
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By all means, Sweetness! Share it with whoever you would like.

December 17, 2014, 09:25:05 PM
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Vile . . .great story!  I know I am really emotional right now but it made me cry . . .I love it!  Thank you for sharing it . . .and feel free to share any and all stories with us!

December 17, 2014, 10:20:26 PM
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Vile . . .great story!  I know I am really emotional right now but it made me cry . . .I love it!  Thank you for sharing it . . .and feel free to share any and all stories with us!

Thank you Plaything. So good to see you back and that you and baby are healthy!

December 17, 2014, 10:22:58 PM
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Very nice vile, enjoyed it.  I think we may want to move it, but we should consider a new category for it.

Anyone have any ideas for a category?

December 17, 2014, 10:25:40 PM
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There should maybe be a category in the story forum for "miscellaneous" or "non-sexual" stories. Something like that.