Gather round everyone and head my warning. This is the tale of Harold Jones, a man haunted by his fear of change. A man who fell silent in a time of great need. A man whose closed mind was his ultimate demise
It was a night not unlike any other night. Harold was closing the office and getting ready to head home. It was October and fall had brought a new chill to the air. But on this particular night Harold could sense something else. He took his usual route home, stopping to pick up milk at his wife’s request, and arriving home just in time for dinner. He went about his night and cozied into bed just shy of eleven o’clock.
Restless and blurry eyed he journeyed to the kitchen around midnight for a glass of water. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a faint figure moving through the house. A chill rushed through his spine and when he tried to move he was frozen. He cried out “Who’s there?!”
And no response.
His mind was racing but his body remained stiff, as the light of the full moon pierced through the window. A dark figure emerged and Harold’s body shook with fear as he slowly regained movement.
“Who are you?! What do you want from me?!”
The figure moved closer in total silence and Harold shuttered with fear. He pinched himself in hopes that he was dreaming… as the figure grabbed him and swept him into the night.
He regained consciousness in an odd yet familiar place. When he began to see more clearly he realized he was in his office. The halls were racing with people seemingly unaware of any strange occurrences. Then he looked at his calendar… October 30, 1994…something wasn’t right, he must be dreaming.
What was even more unsettling was the feeling of doom he felt deep in his stomach. The figure appeared again, this time in a more human form, and seemed to communicate with Harold in a silent way. He expressed emotion and took Harold on a journey he could not yet understand. Harold was taken back in time, that much he knew, but the truth would soon present itself.
Harold was frozen physically but his mind seemed to be racing through time. He suddenly saw his life play out before him and he realized he had been a bystander. Given the opportunity to make a change, he chose to stay idle. And that choice was haunting him. Dizzy with confusion he was swept up again into the night and returned home. Harold would get no sleep that night.
When morning came it all came rushing back, the figure in the night had taken him on a journey through the past. He had shown him the power his decisions had on the lives of others. He saw the impact he could have and it terrified him. He knew he had a choice to make.
Harold was in a position of choosing whether or not to change the future for generations to come or remain silent…
Now I know you are expecting Harold to be brave and save the day but this isn’t that kind of story. Harold isn’t brave and he resisted change. And that choice would haunt him until his final breath… Will you be next?