Homecoming II: Homeward Bound

To note I am aware of From the Dust Returned, in which was published to include Homecoming as an ongoing story, and I love that book. I own it on Kindle, but this is intended as an individual sequel to Homecoming. I understand Ray Bradsbury passed in 2012, so if anyone who personally knows him or is related to him, this is merely a fan fiction story for personal entertainment, not to be officially published, but I do hope you can see this and enjoy with due respect. Think of it as Homecoming meets Dark Shadows (with Johnny Depp). Here we go:

Timothy was in his room crying to himself. He loved his family and his family loved him, but how alone he felt, the only human, the only mortal, only if he could be like them, but was he to be like them, why was he born different. He lied in bed hours thinking. Unable to sleep, slowly yet quietly, he decided to take a walk. He met up with this girl, who also resembled the age of fourteen, and started talking. “Do you live in this house?” The girl asked. “Yes” Timothy responded. The girl was with her parents, she too had siblings, a younger brother and an older sister. “I am Dorothy” the girl said. “I am Timothy.” The father then spoke, “What are you doing living in a house such as this? I heard monsters live here.” Timothy was afraid to speak, he could not speak ill of his family, but he could not lie either. “You poor boy” the mother added, “come with us.” She gave him her hand as he yelled, cried, and pleaded for help, the group of people did not give in, and his family was unable to hear his pleas as they were still resting.

Sunset later came, and the family woke up ready to prepare for the night. They were to clean from the homecoming the night prior. “Timothy” his mother cried out, no answer. The family searched for him, as Bion, Leonard, and Sam snickered, “he is too afraid of the night, maybe it will swallow him whole” Sam chortled. Ellen and Laura also laughed a little. “That is enough” their mother hissed. “We must find Timothy” father went on. Father, mother, and brothers and sisters flew around the house, but did not succeed in finding him. “He is not here” Cecy answered. The family searched all around him room, but found nothing except dear little Spid, “Spid” Timothy’s mother asked, “where did he go?” Spid was sad and could not answer to that question. “I wonder if he left us” Ellen suggested. “It is probably better for him” Timothy’s father said. “Please do not say that” mother cried. Mother let out a loud and long cry, “where is my son?” She asked no one. “I will travel through town and see if I can find anything”, Cecy exclaimed, “we will go as well” father added to that. In the flash of a light, a banshee cried loudly outside warning of an impending death. The family understood what that meant, they all worried. Father tried to comfort mother, but she was restless.

At night time, Dorothy had a secret of her own, which she divulged to Timothy. She is a werewolf at night. “I am the only one in my family who is not normal” she carried on. “Well, I am the only normal one in my family” Timothy acclaimed thinking no one else was going to hear on. “The walls have ears Timothy, be wary of who you tell” Dorothy quietly warned.

Around the town they searched until Mother and Father found the corpse of their deceased son stricken with an illness. They summoned his brothers and sisters.