Fear Of The Dark, a serial novel.

Fear Of The Dark, (a novel by Joe Lake)
(So far: Julie and Robert take an evening stroll in the park, away from their mobile home, when Julie notices someone stalking them who looks incongruously like Obama. Robert races to confront the stalker and rips a rubber mask off the person to find that it’s a blonde woman who races off into the night.)
Robert and Julie turned towards the path that led to their parked Winnebago mobile home by the sea.
"When it’s completely dark," said Robert, "the penguins will come out of the water to feed their young that are now hidden in hollows in the sand-dune embankment." He took Julie by he hand and they faced the dark beach. The regular swish of the incoming waves and the chirping of the baby penguins could be heard. They stood, hypnotised, staring into the dark.
"There they are!" Julie pointed at the beach where a group of penguins had emerged from the waves. "Why are they just standing there?"
"They look out for dogs and other predators before they waddle towards their burrows," said Robert. And sure enough, the group approached the sand hills where the gentle chirping of the young was heard.
"More mums and dads will come for some time yet," said Robert. "Let’s go to bed."
They unlocked their mobile home where Julie threw the Obama mask into a corner and soon they were lying on the bed without taking their clothes off. The bed and van started to rock. When the bed stopped rocking, the van continued to move.
"There’s someone rocking us," said Julie.
"Where’s my shotgun?" whispered Robert. Julie pointed to the drawers under the bed. Robert rolled off, opened the draw and took out the gun. Julie peeked through the curtains and whispered, "The rocking has stopped."
Robert stood up to cock the gun which snapped onto his hand and he let out a yelp of pain, stumbled and fell backwards, and hit his head on the gas stove. He collapsed onto the floor.
"Robert!" gasped Julie. She slid off the bed and shook him. He was unconscious. His head, as she touched his hair, was oozing blood. The gun was still in his hands. She reached onto the bedside table and dialled 911. There was no answer. She slowly counted from one to ten. 000, in Australia, that was it. She dialled. Emergency answered. "My husband fell backwards and hit his head onto the stove. He’s unconscious. Will you send an ambulance?" She gave the position of the van at the beach and the woman advised her to put Robert into the coma position onto his side with one leg drawn up.
The police and the ambulance came at the same time. A policeman entered the van first. He saw the gun and gently tried to pull it away from Robert when it went off and narrowly missed the constable. Julie thought she could hear a woman’s fiendish laughter in the distance.
(To be continued next month.)