Part I ΦΩΣ

Prologue

It had come every night this week. Victor noted this as he checked his flashlights. The yellow beams were noticeably dimmer than they had been. He would have to remember to get new batteries somehow. He didn't have much money in his penny bank so he would have to come up with a reason his dad would have to buy some. He could just steal some out of his dad's toolbox but that would be the last resort. He'd rather fight this thing in the dark than get caught stealing from his dad. Victor was also tired, very tired. His night vigils were taking their toll. He set that thought aside as he rubbed his eyes trying to focus on the job at hand. He needed to be alert and ready.
" I wanna help." Albert sat up in his bed. He was excited. Victor was scared. He had never let Albert see it.
" No. You gotta stay under your covers."
Victor checked the flashlights one last time and tossed one of them over to his little brother. Albert looked disappointed as he took up the light and played with it, turning it on and off, shining it on random objects about their bedroom.
" Stop that! You'll waist the batteries." Victor was getting annoyed. Albert didn't understand that Victor was trying to protect him. Usually Victor was trying to avoid his eight year old brother. Albert was good at two things, getting himself out of trouble and getting others into it. Also it was hard making friends in a new place with your younger brother tagging along with you everywhere. After all, an eleven year olds life is so much more sophisticated.
It was sometimes hard for Victor to sleep in their new apartment. They had a house in Pennsylvania. St. Louis was nice but the sounds of the city kept him awake at night. Their first night in the apartment he was sure he had heard a woman scream. His mother said he had imagined it and that if he wasn't up so late reading maybe he wouldn't be hearing things. She didn't like him reading late but some nights when sleep escaped him it was better than just staring up at the ceiling and listening.
Last Thursday, Victor couldn't sleep. He was reading a Hardy Boys novel by flashlight under the covers so as not to wake Albert. It was very late. Victor's eyes were blurring which he took as a sign to quit reading and go to sleep. He must have been especially tired because he forgot to turn the flashlight off before he flipped back the covers. The room was suddenly illuminated. At first Victor panicked when he thought that he might wake Albert but that fear was quickly set aside for another when the flashlight beam came across a large dark shape over Albert's bed that suddenly disappeared. As it did Victor was sure it hissed at him.
"Get under your covers now Albert. I mean it."
"But I want to..."
"No!" Victor picked up a book off his night stand and threw it hard at Albert. "Get under your stupid covers!"
Albert made face at his brother."I'm telling mom tomorrow."
"Tell her what."
"That you threw a book at me."
"Yah? Then I'll tell her that you were really the one who broke the window at Gene's."
Albert guiltily shifted under his covers.
"Now get under the covers, turn your flashlight on and go to sleep."
Albert indignantly lay down and flipped the covers over his head. Victor focused his attention back on the task at hand, keeping watch for the monster. It seemed to appear from the toy box at the far end of the room. Several of the past few nights he had noticed eyes looking out at him from under the lid. Victor trained his flashlight beam on the box and waited.
"It's too hot under there and I can't sleep with the light on." Victor jumped out his skin as Alfred threw back his covers.
"Get back under those covers!" Victor threw at Alfred the one thing handy at the time which happened to be his flashlight. It bounced off the bed and landed on the floor sputtering to darkness. Victor jumped out of bed and ran ran to his flashlight.
"Look what you made me do you retard!" Victor pounded, slapped and shook his flashlight until it flicked to life once again. Victor got back in bed and glared at Albert. Albert retreated back under his covers. "Sorry." He said as his head slid beneath the safety of his space man blanket. Victor sat on his bed shaking. He realized what foolish thing he had just done. The monster could be any where. It could have been waiting for an opportunity just like that. He promised himself that he would be more careful for both of them.
It seemed like time was crawling. The cowboy clock by his bed said it was only 11:22 PM. It was going to be a long night. He made a passing sweep of the room with the flashlight settling on the toy box for a moment. Victor looked back at the clock. 11:23. He must stay vigilant. He must stay alert. Victor closed his eyes for a moment. No! He shook himself awake and made another search around the room with his light. He looked over at Albert. He couldn't tell if he was asleep or not but Albert had been quiet for a while so Victor assumed former. A part of him wished he wasn't for suddenly he felt very alone. Maybe Albert could help him keep watch, help keep him awake. Victor was very tired and he knew he couldn't keep this up for much longer. They had to find a way to get rid of it. Not just hold it at bay but to be done with the thing for good. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would take the toy box apart and find where it was hiding and kill it. But tonight he must stay vigilant. He must stay alert. Victor closed his eyes for a moment. His flashlight flickered softly and the room was cloaked in darkness...

Boy Kidnapped from His Bedroom, Traumatized Younger Brother Witnesses

On Wednesday night, October 12, 1964, Victor Leznowski, age 11, was taken from his third story apartment bedroom at approximately 11:30 PM. His younger brother Albert Leznowski, age 8, lay awake in the bed next to him. Police officials were called onto the scene after Lisa and Warren Leznowski heard a disturbance in their sons' bedroom and found their eldest son gone. Detective Mike Sheridan, of the the St. Louis Police Department, says this is a most unusual case. " When you have a home invasion like this, (one) can usually find evidence of entry and exit through windows or locked doors." Explains Detective Sheridan, " But in the boys bedroom there was definite evidence of a violent struggle but none of an entry or exit." The younger boy, Albert, when interrogated would only say that a monster had taken Victor. It was most certainly a monster indeed that perpetrated this most heinous act. Mr. Leznowski, a plumber by trade, and Mrs. Leznowski had just moved to to St. Louis 3 months ago to be near family. They both ask that if anyone has any information about their abducted son that they contact the St. Louis Police department immediately. Victor Leznowski is 4' 2" tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes and was last seen wearing blue Roy Rogers pajamas. "Please," a tearful mother pleads," Please, just give us our boy back." As of today, no ransom has been demanded.