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Dear Readers,
I felt that you needed a respite from the regular election junk you have been getting for all this time. Please enjoy this story, I have been writing for two hours straight on it.
I've tried to keep it clean by using asterisks on some of the dirty words.
Much thanks to Molly Jo Caine for allowing me to use her name.

I had read a Stephen King book and a redhead works at my job. In case you wonder where the rest of it all comes from. I have no clue. This is a long story for Erepublik, I'll try to break it up with pics.

Much thanks to Bruno Mars/Amy Winehouse/Coldplay for keeping me company while I write.

Please excuse any/all errors of punctuation/grammar as they do exist in this document. I just tried to run it off on the presses of the internet as fast as I can.
Should I submit to Creepypasta?

One more thing, if you happen to hear cats fighting at night, let them be, you'll thank me later.



Without further ado. Second Sight by Jon Malcom.


I guess you could say I'v haven't been lukcy. so this is a sewIcid note on a computor.
but knot tht lucky, well hello grammar nice to see you again. My mind coems and goes in phases. Sometimes I do well but i thank Satan is comng back to get hes do.
its the sight-don't let him sell you the sight-ive had it for a few weeks now and i cannut do it anymere...Jeezus they are at door agun, well I love you molly Jo, you always made me a happy dad. daddys got to put a .45 up to hes head now bcause the deomens wont leave and daddy cant do this anymore.


(Tuesday)

It's late. Damnitt if it isn't always late and I'm always here at Casino Diamond at the end of the night.
My name, why would you want to know my name? Maybe take this little piece of paper and throw it away or click the little x button on your browser because this isn't a happy tale. This doesn't involve princesses,dragons, or knights but it does have one hell of a snake. I guess that makes me the prey which makes the prey pray. I always loved doing that when I was a little kid, making little rhymes in my head.

Well I might as well get on with it. My name's Frank, last name Screwed. Well that aint me last name but you won't care.
Anyway I am a lawyer, a somewhat successful one, I drive a Jaguar which I learned at the dealership it's pronounced Shag-You-Are. Thanks for selling that you little college kid salesman, now go blow all that money on sex, drugs, and nice Italian suits.
So I drive a Jaguar (Shag-You-Are thank you very much) and help people get a divorce. Isn't that wrong? I help people get a divorce? I guess aids helps people get sick then. The worst part is that I actually helped my wife through our divorce...so much for a happy marriage.
Of course they say those who can't do, teach. Who have I been teaching you ask? Well our little girl Molly Jo of course. Yes daddy has taught her to mess up her marriage, just like my father taught me. What a great heritage right?

I love Molly Jo, she's sixteen now. I remember when she was a little girl though and her mother when she wasn't being a total bit*h actually supported me. Thanks Karen, thanks for pretending to love me, of course she also loved another man. They made love (Shag-You-Did eh Karen?) on our bed in fact, that's how I caught them. Well actually I was bouncing Molly on my knee and put my hand down on the bed, it was sticky, I put my hand up to my nose and smelled him. That's when Molly asked what was on my hand?
How the hell do you explain that to a child? You tell her it's paint and then tell her to go to her room and you call her whor* mom into your room. You know what I did? You'll laugh. I really think you will.
I smiled, shook her hand, and watched her eyes as she looked at her hand and noticed it was sticky. Yeah Shag-You-Did Karen. Divorce-You-I-Will bitc*.

So she kept the house and the child and I kept the car (Shag-You-Are) and myself in some sort of shape in a apartment. I guess some men get off on porn, some on drugs, but I liked to gamble. I have always liked to gamble, hell I married Karen so that's saying something about me and gambling. Probably not saying anything good though.

I was always down on my luck, always. For some reason I walk into Casino Diamond, run by a good friend I had helped navigate through a divorce a few years ago, and spend a few thousand dollars and always walk out empty handed. Every time. You know my old man told me to make sure I never do three things, never gamble, never curse, and never lie. Well I am a damn good gambler! Broke all three at once, I tell you tonight I am on a roll.
Seriously I tried craps, blackjack, poker, roullete, and even an occasional one armed bandit. It's weird how they call them bandits but no one ever made me give them my money with gun pressed to my head. It was late, Muzak was pumping out of speakers, and I had hit the buffet already. I stumbled to the Shag, and got my keys out. These are some pretty cool cars they make now days, you don't even need keys, you have the thingy in your pocket and the doors unlock by themselves. So I gets my keys out and I hears a voice behind me.

"Hello Frankie"
For some reason I tell you I started sweating, I think my b*lls went up so high I could sing higher than Justin Bieber at 37, and my throat got real dry. Maybe it was a client who got burned in a divorce and they wanted to blow my brains all over the Shag-You-Are.
I turned around and saw a man and right now I just want to tell you he was weird. Sure I had had vodka, and I was tired but I was awake. Wide awake, as Katy My Lady Perry sang about on the radio on 87.4 The Star! (Playing all her hitties and she has big ti*ties)
"Frankie my boy come here." Except 'come here" sounded like "cum ear".
I swallowed, maybe he was just into killing lawyers, I quickly ran through all the laywer jokes I had saved up. "Yeah, nice to meet you...?"
"You can call me Lucky." He cleared his throat and I swear upon Saint Mary and those other saints that they try to pound into your head his nostrils smoked.
He held out his hand, I shook it. Maybe this was all just a bad dream anyway.
"So I've been watching you for a few months now and I noticed you lose a lot here."
Why the hell is this guy watching me? A few months? I should've asked some questions along those lines but all that came out was "Yeah".

"What if I told you I could give you a second sight? An ability to see through the cards, to know where that little ball was going to land on that roulette table? What would ya say to that?"
My eyes narrowed, "I'd say good luck Chuck but that's impossible.", and a little smile played out on his face.

"Tell you what, how about you come back tomorrow and play for a little bit, and if you like the second sight you call this number. He handed me a card. Just call this number and you'll have it for as long as you live."
"So what's the price for all this?" I asked.

"Just a few seconds of your time Frankie." With that he walked away.
I should've burned that card, I should've went to church that night, and begged God to help me but instead I got inside the Shag-You-Are and slept like an alcoholic baby.

(Wednesday)

I walked into Casino Diamond and to be honest I was scared. I knew that man wasn't Lucky, I knew he was Satan Incarnate, the Devil, the Old Serpent, aka the Devil yet somehow I didn't care.

I sat down and ate at that buffet, said hi to Maurice, a dealer who had worked there for a bit and got up to lose again like I always did.
But I didn't lose, I won. I could see through the damn cards, in fact I could see ace of spades, the hearts, and the joker. All that jazz. The dealers were blown away and for the first time a security guard actually walked behind me. Got real close, I could smell the mints he'd been chewing in fact, and leaned over my shoulder.
He didn't do a damn thing though, unless you could take out my eyes you can't tell. A brief image of Joe Pesci having a guy's head in a vice made me shiver but that wasn't going to happen.
In fact it worked on everything, the number that the roullete ball was going to land on was glowing, yeah that bitc* was glowing and so was I. I was smiling, I had some twenty something college girl on right hand, and a few Indian guys who were loving my streak of luck.
Honestly that first night I don't remember how much I had made but I know I was smiling when I dialed Lucky. In fact I was sober, in fact I felt great, of course that had something to do with the college girl telling me she'd be right out after she had to use the little girls room while I waited in the Shag-You-Are. (maybe tonight a Shag-You-Will)

I dialed the number and I'll be danged if the number was all sixes. But hey, I was happy and stupid.
"Hello?" It sounded like he got horrible reception wherever he was at.
"Lucky?"
"Frankie my boy." Someone screamed "No not the tweezers anymore no wh-" a pause and the sound of a door closing. "Sorry" Lucky spoke into the phone "we're having orientation here today."
"Umm ok."
"So you want to keep the second sight?" He asked, a sense of urgency in his voice and I know what that sounds like, cause I'm a lawyer.
"Yeah, so how much does this really cost?"
"For every dollar you make while you gamble, it cost one second of sight."
"So I make $5,000 dollars that's 5,000 seconds?"
*Eighty-three minutes pal. So do we have a deal?"
"Yeah, a deal. I don't see how it's a deal for you though, what do you get out of this?
All I heard was laughter, human laughter usually goes up in pitch but this went down. He laughed and laughed for a good five seconds until the line went dead then Meeka the college girl came back.

Shag-We-Did. Money I had. Life was good.

I owe it all to you Lucky. I hate that and I hate you.


(Thursday)

I woke up, head pounding, a soreness in my legs and a smile on my lips. Thursday was my day off and Meeka was gone.
I drove the Shag-You-Are to my local coffee shop and saw her. She had this red hair, and those legs that made you hope she was eighteen.
Being the lucky gentleman I had become I walked over and said "Excuse me miss but you sure are beautiful." She looked at me with the greenest eyes and said "You're forward aren't you?"
I said "I bet I can get you to go on a date with me." Her head cocked to one side and her eyebrow moved down while the other pitched upward. I produced a quarter from my pocket. "Two out of three and if I win you go on a date with me, you win I'll leave you alone." Her expression hadn't changed "Plus I'll pay a hundred dollars for your time."
She smiled. "Yeah I can do this."

Seven hours later she had her hand in my hair and I was kissing her lips as we layed down on my bed. Casino money spilled out of my pockets, all over the bed.

Like I said, life was good. Very good.

I guess it was about three o' clock in the morning when life suddenly took a turn for the worst. Allow me to explain something, never answer unplanned phone calls before 6AM, never investigate what you thought you heard outside, and never...I repeat never investigate what you saw outside your windows. I got out of bed, not waking up Julie, and stretched. That's when I heard a cat do that thing where they fight. That loud sound that makes it sound like some serious kitty rape is happening.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked myself in a whisper as I looked outside my window on the second story.
That's when I saw it, it is the only word that describes what I saw. It was a like an octopus, with the head of a cat, and currently it was chowing down on a cat it had caught on my yard. That I assumed is what had made that cat sound. "Holy fuc*ing shi*" I said to no one in particular.
"Baby is something wrong?" Julie asked from bed, her milky skin looked so good. Right then I wanted to bury my head on her chest and go back to bed.
"Umm, nothing is wrong, go back to bed." I got my robe. That Cat-U-Puss thing may want Meow Mix but if I had my say tonight maybe I could stop it.
"Mmmkay" she turned over.
I had a .10 guage shotgun. Maybe a few slugs would stop it. Sure, the thought of calling the cops crossed my mind but I had luck on my side.

I went downstairs, looked outside, and Cat-U-Puss was still slowing eating it's way through a neighborhood kitty, when all of a sudden my phone rang.
"This had better be good at three something in the freaking morning." I said to myself.
"Hello?"
"Daddy?"
"Molly why are you calling me at three in the morning? Are you ok honey?" If she saw I had a ten guage and a monster on my lawn she might have asked me the same but the little holes in the phone can only betray one's voice.
"Dad I had a bad dream. I dreamt you went to hell."
"Honey daddy didn't go to hell." But my life's not going so swell. Again with the rhyming.
"I prayed for you tonight, please be careful ok. I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart."

I hung up the phone, said a quick prayer, and went outside.

All I really remember was the slurping, it's like they tell you as a kid tha spiders eat a slushy of their prey because they don't do solids very well. I guess this thing was like that, plus it had eight legs. The monster had eight legs, and the face of a cat, yes I say that as sure as I tell you now, that thing had the face of a cat. I thought to myself, it's a cat-eat-cat world out there as I pointed my ten gauge at it. Of course I didn't think gunshots at 3:30AM on a Thursday would wake up half of the neighborhood. I simply pulled the trigger.

Fire belched out of the shotgun, Cat-U-Puss squealed in pain, and I felt like a dragon slayer. However that didn't kill it.
It was at that point I realized I had made the second worst descion of my life, (the first was meeting Lucky and agreeing to his second sight) because Cat-U-Puss ran away but as it turned to climb someone's fence it gave me a look like "Well I didn't know you could see me. We'll talk again Frank."

That was the last sane night in my life. After that it was all over.

Because we did talk again, I never had a woman over again, and for good reason. Every night they come, you know why they come? Because they can see me and I can see them.

(Two weeks later on a Friday)

That day I opened my mail, turns out I had won a contest I had entered Monday. I got it now though, every dollar I won was a second of time I could see into Lucky's world.

10 million dollars. That's 10 million seconds. That's 115 days.
They have been pounding on my door every night now, I have seen horrors with tentacles, red eyes, and they try to peer into the windows. They found me, they finally found me. And they scream all night, they crawl on my windows, and they have grabbed at me. They want me, the things of the night they want me and I'm almost willing to let them have me.
Oh that card which I searched my Shag-You-Are for (of course in daylight) the words fell off the paper. Just the word "Lucky" is emblazoned on it still.
Here they come again, it's midnight, and I don't know how long I can do this.

(Day ???)

I am going up tm my ruum now, haven't sleept in...a long tim. I am going to get my .45 now, still have a round in the chamber.

I am so lucky.


Dedicated to Stephen King.