The story so far:
The know turned slowly in my sweaty hand. The door swung open with a loud groan. No one stood on the porch. A small black book lay right in front of the door. A small red ribbon that hung from inside the pages danced lazily in the wind. Slowly, I knelt down to get a closer look. I carefully picked the book up and started to thumb through it. The pages were all blank, except one. On the page marked with the ribbon was scrawled the date on which Mary and I first met.
I stared at the handwriting for several seconds until something caught my eye. On the top step leading to my porch was a single muddy footprint. The footprint was larger than a normal human's and it came from a bare foot. The foot that made te print had seven toes but was otherwise very human-like. I shuddered in spite of myself. Quickly, I retreated to the safety of my home.
I sat on the couch, still clutching the little black book. My mind drifted back in time.
Mary sat across from me at the table, staring nervously into her plate.
"You know that I come from a large family."
"Yes, and they are welcome to come here anytime, you know that."
"Yes, I know. How do you feel about children?"
"What do you mean 'how do I feel' about it?"
"I mean, do you want them?" she asked as she twisted her napkin in her hands.
"I thought we discussed this already. I want children. I want plenty of children. I want us to be a happy family."
Asmile broke across her lips as she slid a piece of paper across the table. I studied it for a few seconds. It was a pregnancy test result from the hospital. I was going to be a father. I jumped up from my chair and ran to her. I snatched her from her seat and embraced her tightly.
"Careful, Peter! I am carrying our child!" she squealed.
The shrill scream of the phone brought me back from my reverie. I piked up the reciever apprehensively.
"Hello, Peter," came the soft voice on the other end.
My heart slowed to a crawl and crept into my throat.
"Who is this?" I managed to croak.
"You know. I know you know. I've been watching, observing. I know what you've been up to. I was thinking of paying another visit to a small community."
"You stay away from them," I growled through clenched teeth."You keep away or I'll... "
"You'll what?" he cut me off, the softness completely gone from his voice. "You'll do nothing. You cannot stop what is destined."
The line went dead. I was unsure of what to do next, but I knew that I needed to warn the Amish community. My extended family, whether I was truly welcome there or not. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.