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youshouldhavepaidattentiondad · 3 years ago

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Slow Descent: Chapter 5: Got My Foot on the Gas (But Are You Getting Anywhere?)

Day 5 entry for @hatchetober

Prompt: Friend

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The next morning, Arlen heads over to the Monroe residence. Linda brags about how much she knows about Hatchetfield and all of its residents. She must know something about the Fosters. He knocks on the Monroes' front door and waits.

It takes several moments, but finally the door opens. "Hey, Mr. Mercier," River greets cheerfully.

"Hey, River. Is your mom around?" Arlen asks, already preparing to step into the house.

"No."

Huh. That's weird. Arlen freezes. "Did she say where she'd be?"

"I think she said something about the society and brunch," River answers, glancing over his shoulder at the sound of his brothers calling his name. "Bye, Mr. Mercier!" The door closes in Arlen's face

There goes that plan. Arlen slowly crosses yards again. He glances at his car before doing a double take. He sprints to the Corvette, kneeling by the passenger side door.

There's a baseball sized dent in his otherwise pristine car. His fingers trace over the crater in horror. He can see the spots of metal where whatever hit his car took the paint off.

He immediately glares over at the Monroes' house. It was definitely one of the boys but there's no point telling their parents. Gerald has no spine and Linda believes her boys can do no wrong. Sighing, he pulls out his phone.

Half an hour later, he's pulling into the lot of an auto repair shop in town. He parks before walking into the office attached to the garage. Behind the counter sits a middle aged man wearing coveralls and a baseball cap. He looks up from his newspaper. "What can I do for ya?"

"Hey." Arlen waves awkwardly. "I'm Arlen Mercier, I called about half an hour ago. Are you Tony Green?

"Sure am." Tony sets aside his newspaper as he stands. "Let's go check out the damage." They walk out the office and out to where Arlen parked. Tony lets out a low whistle when he sees the dent. "Any clue how it happened?" He asks as he crouches down to get a closer look.

Arlen sighs. "If I had to guess, one of the neighbors' boys hit a baseball into it."

"You talk to their parents?" Tony asks, glancing up at him.

"No, I live next door to the Monroes-"

Tony cuts him off. "Ah, say no more. Have you tried rolling down the window?"

"Yeah." Arlen nods. "It still rolls up and down."

"Good. Means it didn't damage the window motor. That woulda been a pain in the ass." Tony takes to his feet. "I can fix it, but it'll take probably about a week."

Before Arlen can answer, a familiar station wagon pulls into the lot. It parks a few spaces over. Duke Keane climbs out of the driver's side and walks over. He nods at Arlen before looking over at the mechanic. "Morning, Mr. Green."

"Duke." Tony seems a bit displeased at the man's presence.

"Is Ethan around by any chance?" Duke asks. "I have a few questions for him."

"...he's in the garage, working on his car." Tony jerks his thumb at one of the bays where a beat up old car sits. "Go ahead."

Duke thanks him before walking away. Arlen looks at Tony. "Who's Ethan?" He finally decides is the safest question.

Tony sighs. He looks at Arlen before turning to walk back to the office. Arlen follows him. Tony sits behind the counter again, in front of a giant window that looks out into the garage. He gestures at the empty seat next to him. Cautiously, Arlen takes the seat.

"Ethan is my son," Tony says after taking a sip from a mug. He glances out the window. Arlen follows his gaze to see a teenager in a plain white T-shirt wiping his hands on a rag while he talks to Duke.

Arlen nods. "Is Duke one of his teachers or…?"

Scoffing, Tony takes another sip of coffee. "No. Duke Keane is a social worker. Ethan… Ethan's a good kid with a heart too damn big for his own good." He shakes his head. "Ethan's been going steady with a girl for a couple years. Her family is a trainwreck though. That's why Duke comes to talk to him sometimes, to try to figure out if things are good or not."

"...wouldn't the kids in the family tell Duke if something was wrong?" Arlen asks, raising an eyebrow.

"That would sure make things easier." Tony looks exhausted. "Lex is terrified of her and her little sister getting separated."

Arlen's eyes go wide. He glances out the window at Ethan, who seems a bit agitated, gesticulating as he speaks. "What about Lex and her sister's dad? Is he not in the picture?"

"You're really not from here, huh?" Tony's eyes soften. "I doubt Pamela even knows who their dads are. Those kids have it rough, that's for sure. With Lex and Ethan, I just worry-" He clears his throat suddenly. "Sorry, you probably don't want to listen to all this small town drama." He stands.

The door into the garage opens and Ethan walks in. "Hey, Dad," he calls as he grabs a leather jacket off the back of one of the chairs in the small waiting area. "I'm headed to the mall."

"Okay. Say hi to Hannah and Lex for me," Tony deadpans. "Oh and will you drop off Mr. Mercier here at the rental place?"

Ethan glances over at Arlen. "Sure, no problem."

Arlen stands, offering a hand to Tony. "Thank you."

"Not a problem." Tony shakes his hand firmly. "If you'll just hand over those keys, we'll be all set."

Nodding, Arlen pulls his keys from his pocket and places them in Tony's hand. He slips out from behind the counter and goes to follow Ethan out of the shop.

Tony calls after him. "Me and some fellas in town meet up to play cards on Thursdays. If you ever wanna join in."

Surprised, Arlen looks back. Tony gives him a nod before busying himself with some papers. Smiling faintly, Arlen steps out of the shop, suspecting he made a friend.

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cpknightly1 · 4 years ago

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"REPAIRED "

Cont.....

Chapter Three

The next morning...

On my way to the kitchen to make Ruby and I some sunnysides. She sits in a chair, facing the front window, a book in hand. "What's the word there kitten?". "Did you know monkey wrenches come in larger sizes"? she says sarcastically. "Ruby, what are you reading? Ruby lifts the open book above her head and announces.."Basic Mechanics "! "You could get a larger monkey and fix the radiator, couldn't you kid?" again sarcastically. "Yes I could, and I will". I kissed her cheek. Looking over her shoulder. "You think there's some darb in that book? Ruby says "maybe" I've flipped through the pages no marks or notes though. "I'm detecting"! She says.

The horn rings. "Hello..Boss? "Who is this? " I'm not doin it Boss! says Edna." I won't! "Edna you're the best mark for this job. " Look, just find a nice shop and bring out your, well, feminine side." " Boss I just can't. "Edna...I said. " Boss if I do this you'll owe me big, I mean Big!" "Think Clark Gable on the inside and Marilyn Monroe on the outside" I said. " ohhh hellfire"!

Edna's obscenities fade with the click of the blower.

There was plenty to do today. Ruby and I went to meet George's friends. We met at Pops. As Ruby and I entered both Nick and Carol sat in a corner booth. Carol crying. We introduced ourselves and copped a squat. " Carol"? says Ruby. "Why don't you tell us about George." " ohh my George" says Carol. " I can't believe it " (sobbing). "His poor mama is just devastated " " You know Helen Cooper?" "Sure. She is gruff with loads of people, but she and I get along swell." "And George was a great guy. Always polite. "We held hands all the time, ya know.? And went to the pictures ever weekend". " George was going off to College this fall". "Always too smart for his own good "Nick says. "What do you mean by that, Nick? I said." Ehh..I know nothing from nothing, he said.

Nick gets angry. "I'll blow em down, whoever it is!! Nick's eyes tear up. " He was like a brother to me. We grew up here at Pops "You mentioned he was like your brother." Ruby asks. "Neither of us had a father, we'd talk about it"

"What they might be like" "We used to drink out of the same bottle, as they say. Nick gets angry again. "SAY What are you doing about this, have you caught the hatchet man who did this"? "Not yet Nick. I said. "Has there been anything strange happening around George?"asks Ruby. " Something unusual?" "We just recently at the Dealership.."Dealership "? I asked. "Basic Mechanics". says Ruby.

"Spill it, Spill it all. I said.

Carol says. There were cars missing, receipts that were doubled "Cars that were bought way over true price ". I'm the Secretary for the owner Larry Winthrop and Nick works in the shop with Hal Davis." " And George "? "George worked at the paper, mostly picture taking. " We heard Larry and Hal fighting the other night " " Yeah, says Nick." "They've got some flimflam goin' on "Both of them are in cahoots on some sting. says Nick. "Hal slways smells like some kind of tiger milk" says Carol. "A boozer huh?" I said. They went deeper into the story, as we listened. " So you all witnessed this this argument "? I said. "Yeah" " What about "the usual place"?, any ideas says Ruby? "The garage maybe"? "No clue Nick says. "Carol, George and I went to find out what the chisel was." The peep on it, ya know?, says Nick".

" Now you two listen here. This is gonna be like a pebble in your loafers, but you keep your butts down.! "Let us do our jobs. "US! says Ruby. " umm Yeah, Us, that's right ". "No more pokin around the dealership, ya hear?! I said. "But what about work? says Nick. "Be as normal as you can". " Listen I've...We've, (Ruby smiles) got a plan under way. "Nick, Carol..Ruby says, " You two call if you need anything, savvy? Carol and Nick nod. Carl pulls up. Ruby and I pull away.

Meanwhile pulling up at the dealership is Edna. Driving a shiny midsized Chevy. The car, a looker but barely drivable. We needed a bait car of our own. After parking the car she opens the door and steps out. Edna is dressed to the nines. Charlotte hat, mink stole a slinky dress and some knockout shoes. As uncomfortable as she is, she's quite a dame. She struggles walking in the shoes and the girdles riding up. Quickly in stride, the portly man, Larry comes to greet her. "G'morning ma'am I'm Larry Winthrop, how may I help you today "? The fact that the man made her skin crawl she carried on. "Well, I'm not quite sure. Edna says coyly. " Well I can tell that a beautiful woman like yourself should be driving something with a lot more class" says Larry. Edna rolls her eyes. "You think"? "Well, says Edna "this car has lasted a long time" My next car must at least last that long, right?" (acting like a dimwit drives Edna nuts) "I think you're a smart Lady" (if he only knew) "Let's take you on the lot, eh?! "We have a large selection"! As Edna continued her dreaded tour at the dealership. Ruby and I are on our way to check out George's film.

Conti..........l

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garagedoorserviceduryea · 3 years ago

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stone-man-warrior · 4 years ago

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June 17, 2020: 3:24 pm:

Neighborhood Assessment: It’s quiet outside. The Sun is out today, it’s a beautiful day, a slight breeze brings cool air. There are peacocks at Sunflower terror cell making the required announcement to the neighboring terror cells that I stepped outside, and was within view of the people who control the peacocks. Think of the peacocks, and the sound they make, as bullhorn being used to make sure everyone can hear what has been said. That is how the peacocks are used at the Sunflower terror cell on Russell Road. There were some strange bird calls today, and last night. Today the strange bird calls were like the ones a crow makes, but not exactly. The new bird call today came from behind the 520 address in the woods. That other new bird call was shrill sort of repeating sound, fast chirping, and that came from the direction of the Strong terror cell and from behind the Monroe terror cell, yesterday. Yesterday at dusk, the neighborhood began to show signs of aggressive behavior. The sound of trucks, motorcycles, quads, and other sounds of revving engines, all coming from a direction that included the part of Jackpine that includes where my house is on the street, and towards Freeberg’s, and Dietricks terror cells. It was a reminder of the way things have been in the past, roaring engines of all kinds used as terror tools, for communication, and noise cover. I am still very sore from the arrest on Monday. I can still feel the place on my back where the officers knee struck me repeatedly, and on my neck where I was hit, and pressure applied there at my left side of my neck and shoulder. I am concerned about my knee, it took many years for that to heal from old wounds, and other people keep targeting that knee, over and over, and over again, such that the wound is never going to heal. Terror bastards like to use hyper extension when they want to hurt someone, and that is what is going on with that injury. Repetitive hyper-extensions over course of many years has been applied to my knees.

There are no doctors available in Oregon anymore. The medical services are all terror controlled, only serve the needs of the terror army, and SAG members. They get the best medical treatment available, while the US Citizens are Victimized, tortured, farmed of assets, killed, and then replaced with impostor look-a-likes who assume the identities of the murdered US Citizen Victims. The impostors vote the way they are instructed to vote, on both sides of the voting ballot, for SAG shill candidates who are cast onto the ballots, by SAG leadership. I am going to be sore for a while, a doctor cannot change that anyway. A doctor could make me feel more comfortable, but not completely pain free. SAG likes it when US Citizens are sent to a doctor, especially when the patient is insured with Medicare, and has Part-D. That kind of patient, helps to keep SAG members very comfortable, all of the time. Think of Ironside, meets Marcus Wellby, MD, to understand, then switch to McGiver, for ingenuity. Get yourself a shoe-horn, and think some more. ==============================

I’ll explain about how what to expect at the Jo-Co jail if you happen to be sent there. It was not as bad of an experience, as it could have been. It could have been much worse, there might be a message in that idea, so, I’ll just say what it looks like in there, and how the booking procedure is done. When you arrive in the sheriff car, there is a gate, the officer says what is going on, and why he or she is there. “Co-Operative Male in Custody”, the answer was a repeat of what was said, and then acknowledgement. The car is driven into a garage, and the garage door closes behind the car. There is doors there, that lead into the booking area. Once inside, a search is done there, the officers ask some health questions, so they don’t get AIDS or a virus. Any jewelry, and other accessories, are bagged right there at the search area. Then, into another room where there is a toilet, and a shower, a bench, sink, and coat-rack on the wall. The shower does not work. Maybe the deputy has to turn that on at a master control. The room is about 12 by eight feet. There, you remove your clothing, and are given some jail clothes to wear. The intake officer has a visual search through a window opening in the wall, a property receipt is signed there at the window, detailed, items listed. Some more health questions are asked, this time it’s more about medical history. The door opens, and it’s off to the booking area, a bigger area. From the time the car pulled into the garage, to the time the jail clothes are put on, is about thirty to forty-five minutes. It was done expeditiously, did not take all day. Then, into “Holding” area. There are a number of small cells, I was put into room number one, about a 16 by 20 feet room. Everything is super heavy duty and indestructible in there. The whole jail, is super heavy duty, nothing is ever going to need repair inside of the jail. Steel, concrete, block, and stainless steel, is what the place is made of. In Holding Room One, there were Two other unfortunate men. The room is suitable for three men, to lay down, if one uses the floor. Others could also fit, and lay down on concrete, while waiting for the remainder of the booking process to happen. I was asked if I wanted some food, and/or a blanket. I took the food, not knowing how long I might be there. I declined the blanket, but one was handed to me through a hole in the door that is made for passing blankets and food through. I was asked to fill out four different forms of information, everything there is to know about ID, body markings, some more health questions, and very detailed financial information was asked on the forms. Marital Status questions were repeated on each form, and some family and emergency contact information was asked for on the forms. I was asked to come out of the Holding room three times. Once to sign the forms and swear to the accuracy. Once to have a photo taken, and I asked that the intake officer also take a photo of some scarring that I have, in anticipation of further arrests in the future, and making sure that the ones who make the arrest are knowledgeable of areas vulnerability. And one more time I was asked to leave the room for fingerprinting, which is done electronically, with a computer scanning machine, at the initial intake area, where the jewelry was taken, and initial search was done after coming out of the sheriff car in the garage. At about 4:30 pm, I was inside my house reading and writing, at 9:00 pm, I was having my fingerprints taken at the Sheriff’s office, County Jail. I asked for a phone call three times. My question was heard, and I was told there would be a time for a call. That last time I asked, was during the fingerprinting, it was just after 9:00 pm. The printing officer told me what my bail was, and explained that the banks are all closed, and the phones close at 9:00 pm anyway, so, maybe tomorrow a phone call can happen, but I was also told that I was going to be going to court the next day, so, phone call won’t help. I explained that I have animals to care for, and no one knows that I was there, that I wanted to at least tell someone where I am. I was told that I cannot tell someone where I am on a jail phone call, you can only talk about bail, on a jail phone call. My pinky finger on my left hand, refused to scan for a print. Many scans were made, but it just would not scan. There was a manual override on the software to make the machine accept the scan as it was taken. Back into holding cell one, I went.

(The sound of big trucks outside tells me that Centurylink internet service has decided that what I am writing about right now, requires that Pacific Power send Dietrick are to make a lot of scary truck sounds around my home. It’s a staple of terror, to use what they have available, to do the terror, and they have a lot of big noisy trucks to teach the citizens with, over time. Big noisy trucks are driven by young strong construction crews and road builders are on board also. That is what the message is.) I think I will stop for writing for now. end terror report: 4:52 pm.

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(I am doing something I never do, I used the edit feature here on Tumblr to continue saying about the booking process at Jo-Co County Jail. Begin again: 5:34 pm.)

The intake finger print officer took me back to holding cell one, a different way than the way we had gone to the finger print machine. We went through a hallway, and into a large, dark, and cold place, another room that was very similar to the booking area, which consists of a centralized service desk, with counter tops all around on three sides. So this other room, was a duplicate of that centered service counter booking area, darker, and noticeably cold. We went out of there, down another hallway, and into holding room one. My guess is there is the holding area for newly arriving people who have been arrested, and, this other cold, dark place, also with some holding rooms, that serves the actual main jail inmates in some way.

So, I was in holding room one with those two other men, no one spoke to one another. The two other men, looked like they were dead for the first half hour I was in there filling out the forms, I had to check to see if they were breathing. Finally, they both moved a bit. Each one was laying and completely covered with the blanket that is offered in there. Each of them was called out of holding room one, twice while I was there, and then returned. After a short time after finger printing, I was called to be “housed”. A body scan is taken at that time, electronically, with a large machine. It has a conveyor belt on it and some hand rails. You stand there, and the machine moves you through there, on the conveyor belt. Instructions are given to stand a particular way. At that point, it would be very easy to do the wrong thing. I felt that it was very important that I do exactly as instructed, listen carefully, and not be distracted by actions of others nearby, at any time while in the jail. Words are more important then visual movements, while in jail. The body scanner machine is big, made of stainless steel, with a conveyor, it has a computer attached to it on the service counter side where the officers are at. I suppose it’s like the machines at airports for looking at luggage, but that one, looks inside of people. I was asked if I had a implant of some kind in my right kidney area. Another officer was asked to look at the scan, and she could see no implant, while the other officer said he had seen something in my kidney area. We got past that part, I was frisked against a US American Flag poster, made of paper. I was given a cup, something in a tube, may have been toothpast, but was clear, like shampoo. I did not look at it closely. There was spoon, a pen, some bar soap, and paper with my booking number on it and some other information, that paper somehow is not in the things I came home with, it was either lost, taken from where I put it while Housed in jail, or, was taken at the time of release by an officer. There was a small ticket sort of paper in the cup, has information necessary to “Create a Turnkey Account” at the jail. And, a roll of toilet paper was given to me. A giant size Sheriff deputy, not a jailer, passed by me at that time, and asked “How are you doing?”. I was given a bed roll. Off we went, down a hall with a lot of doors along the hallway. My guess, is those are holding rooms for one person from the main jail if they cause problems. We passed by those, then, I was given a mat to sleep on. It was more stuff than I could carry, but I managed, and we got to the jail main housing, the jailer said “Places”, then the door opened, I went in, and the door closed behind me. I had been given a bunk number. There were men seated at some tables watching a television. In unison, there was a lot of “Que pasa?”, “Howzit going”, “Hellooooo”.... I replied, “Greetings all, I’ve been better, thanks for asking”. I went to my bunk. Three others helped me find it, and they also showed me how the sheet is supposed to fit onto the mattress pad. It was like trying to cram ten pounds of stuff, into a five pound bag, it didn’t work very well, and took three jailed men, and a new guy, to get the mattress, into the sheet. It’s like a sock, fits on the mattress pad like a sock. All was good. The people were not mean, not too nice, it was ok.

A guard came through the jail a number of times during the night. I spent my time quietly. The mattress pads are not very thick, and the bunks are made with heavy steel. There was no sleeping for me, it was very uncomfortable, and I was too sore to sleep on that. There is an upper, and a lower bunk, I saw only one person sleeping on an upper bunk. There was at least one lower bunk with no one on it, and the place was pretty much filled up with people sleeping on the lower bunks. There was only one person that I could see sleeping on the upper part of the jail housing area. I estimate there were 33 men in jail while I was there. No one else came into the jail while I was there. Next day, I had a look around. There is an upper sleeping area, and a lower one. The lower one has thirty-two bunks. I don’t know how any are upstairs. There is a shower area, has curtains, somewhat private. There is a restroom area. All is made heavy duty and unbreakable.

There are some phones on the wall that require an account with that “Turnkey” account number I was given. There is a computer on the wall that works like “Jail eMail”, messages can be sent and received there. I was told you can request medical services with it, and talk to a jailer with it, see your court scheduling and some other similar kinds of basic communication can be done on the Jail Email. There is another electronic gizmo on the wall also, no one touched that one, but the message machine was something that I saw being used. I did not see anyone using the phones. There are some books on a book cart, not many. Seven large stainless steel picnic tables are solidly bolted to the ground. There are no windows in jail. There are some skylights, with bars over them, the ceiling is about thirty feet high. The jail is about one-hundred by seventy-five feet inside the main jail where the people are kept. There are some acoustic panels on the walls to help with the echo, reverberation, quality of the sound that can be heard in the room. Even with the acoustic panels, when information is spoken over the intercom, such as a call for a particular person to come to the front door service area, the sound quality of the room itself prevents what can be heard. The people in there, have become very attentive to announcements made by intercom. The jailers do not repeat what they say, it is said only one time. It turns out that all of those items that were given to me, the cup, spoon, toilet paper and such, are very important while in jail. Breakfast came in the morning, cereal cornflakes and some corn bread, watery milk, and some honey.

The breakfast treys are made very thick, and are hollow. They are more than one inch in thickness. It looks like a whole stack of treys, but is only one, hollow, trey. The jail was clean. It’s well built, never going to fall down, ever. There is a lot that could be said about the people in the jail. This is not the place to say any of that. At no time, did I feel threatened by anyone in the jail main housing area. No one touched me while I was in jail. I spoke to others for a total of about two minutes while I was in jail. The people in the jail were of mixed race, Latino, and white. There were no people of other heritage that I could see. My recommendation for being at jail, is to do as you are told to do, listen carefully, follow instructions. Don’t make eye contact, don’t make hand or other signaling, only speak if someone else speaks to you first, and then, be courteous, without being overly friendly, or overly rude. End terror report: 6:55 pm.

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azgaragedoornj · 7 months ago

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The field at the front of the house was, like mentioned before, well taken care of; well mowed. But Micah was standing all alone half way on the grass and half way on the gravel, looking out over the rolling fields, and it appeared to be never ending. You’re standing in front of a graveyard, and maybe even on top of one. A voice in his head rasped, making him feel a sense of discomfort. What a thought to have when you’re all alone, and so frightening. His heart skipped a beat, but not in the puppy love sort of way, in the way that told Micah something was going to happen to him if he weren’t careful. Scared. You’re scared. The voice said to him again. And normally Micah would have already known such a thing, but the feeling was so powerful that it felt foreign. Nonexistent. And he was alone. Very much alone.

He began to ask himself of all the things he had been told by McCall earlier that day, but he was unable to recall his warnings. He knew of the warning against Micah going up to Dogwood in the first place, but he didn’t remember what he said on the topic of if Micah did decide if he was going to do it anyway. Maybe they didn’t even discuss that. Even though Thomas McCall was not someone Micah would consider much of a friend, both boys knew that Micah was not a kid to defy orders. He was coachable in baseball and in school, and he hardly ever got into trouble. All things everyone knew. So, the possibility of McCall not even figuring Micah would go against his pleas not to cross that border was really high. So high that Micah began to feel like a liar.

One of his feet crunched away in the gravel. The noise was penetratingly loud, his ears sensitive to it. His eyes began to burn because he’d refused to blink for longer than he would have ever thought humanly possible, the crisp air of old October stinging his eyes to boot. His legs, he felt, were beginning to drag through the wet grass like a ball and chain was attached to them. His throat became scratchy. His heart kept racing. And racing. And racing. Beating faster and faster. But he continued on towards the Monroe House because he had to prove something. That McCall wasn’t bullshitting him.

Upon approaching the house, he told himself that there wasn’t anything he should be worrying about because it wasn’t like the houses he’d seen from horror films or read about in those Stephen King books he loved so dearly, this was a real house. Not something envisaged by a horror writer, it was all real. Maybe too real. The windows were a little dusty, and the gutters were a little over stuffed with fall leaves and debris that storms had blown around, but the front pillars were nicely upkept, and the outer walls were free of any visible cracks. Micah envied the place for a moment before remembering what he was told he was bound to encounter. The front door had a notice on it about it being up for sale, and Micah took a moment to read it, laughing to himself because he knew that if any of what McCall had said was true, no one was going to buy this house and it would go to waste. Deteriorate and rot. Die. And at the realization, Micah shuttered again. His body felt cold, but his hands were hot with sweat.

He couldn’t be sure how long he stood on the front porch of the house before deciding he didn’t want to go inside, but it was a good while of being indecisive. The result of those moments was him remembering that it would have been very illegal to go into the house and look around while it was under a bank’s custody. He was already in knowledge of how illegal it was for him to even be up on the property in the first place.

“You’re not scared of what Thomas told you, it’s because you know you’re doing something illegal you fucking wet rag.” He told himself. And he couldn’t counter his own statement because he was asking himself of the consequences of his actions, and he was afraid of his answers, but deep down he knew that wasn’t all true. For the moment, though, it seemed to satisfy his churning stomach and beating heart. He decided that no, no cop would be making his rounds up on the property, and not a single soul would know of his presence. And he ate the voice that began telling him that a few souls knew he was here. A few did.

But he pretended to not have let that try to cross the threshold of his mind, he pushed it back and shut the door on its face. He shuddered against the chilly autumn wind and set his jacket soundly on his shoulders with a snap and jingle of the zipper, puffing his cheeks and breathing outward. His attention directed entirely back to the house, but this time he was focused on getting off of that front porch.

For a moment he felt like he could hear everything for an unprompted reason, and it made his body jolt backward and off of the front porch step. He heard the birds screaming from in the trees, crows, robins, cardinals, birds of all types making the horrifying noise at him. He could hear the wind blowing around him and the house, he could hear the deer tromping between the pine needles and over the creek that ran into town. He could hear the breathing of resting coyotes that were saving their energy for a night’s hunt. He could hear rustling, steps on a rock, the pshk of said rock being shoved aside through the dead pine needles and dirt. He could hear a snap.

Then silence.

Then the birds screamed again, but they were distant this time. He wasn’t hearing them next to his ears. This time he felt they were screaming for him and not to him. And for one of the worst moments of his life, he thought of screaming humans instead of birds.

It took him a moment to recover from the thought and it took him a moment to realize that his ass was on the concrete of the paved way a step off from the porch. He blinked his head free of the terrifying thoughts and pushed himself up, a pain shooting through his ankle. He figured he clipped it on the edge of the step as he fell backward. His heart had began racing again, this time in such a hurry that it pained him to breathe, which he knew was not normal (he figured he knew a lot of things about his current being that day, but he didn’t). He brushed the strips of grass and shiny dust off of his jacket and jeans, not thinking about anything other than those screams. The almost human screams that stretched out further than any bird call would ever reach. The screams were almost agonizing to listen to, even from so far from the tree line. That’s what Micah’s mind averted to when he listened to the cry of those birds. Pain staking and morose, jamming death into his eyes without a second thought. The snap he heard was not one of a tree limb, Micah knew. And the thought intensified the chill in his spine. The fear in his heart. His eyes closed for a quick moment before reopening. He figured he had all the proof he needed that this place was not the same as the rest of Socser, but his mind told him to find out what that scream had been. You already know what it was. You know. But he didn’t know. You do, though, Micah. He stepped off of the walk way and in front of the stark white garage door that had sat closed for undoubtedly a few years and went around the house to inspect the tree line.

A window was placed at exactly Micah’s waist height, dusty but accessible to be seen through. And that’s exactly what he did. He took a second to peer through the window and inside what looked like the kitchen. It wasn’t set up like a model home Micah had seen around town from time to time, it was stripped of any furniture or wall paper or tiles. It looked like the inside of Justin McCall’s car repair shop, gray, blank and devoid of life (which it was). Micah stared inside, his eyes scanning slowly so not to miss anything, but he found there was nothing worth missing. Other than a painting on the wall, one rather out of place as well. He squinted inside, trying to see past the layer of dust caked onto the window because he wanted to see what that painting had to tell him. Art had a voice, and he wanted to hear this one. But as he strained his eyes more and more to get a gander at the painting, he slowly began to piece together how out of place it actually was. The walls were stripped bare and free of any paper or nails or holes, save for the one painting on the wall that was in an antique frame. The frame was gold, the color chipping off, but as far as Micah could tell, there were no flakes of gold on the floor. The painting itself was of a large dog next to a man in a suit that resembled an 1880’s frontier man style. The dog was of a breed Micah had likely seen before, big, hairy and lifeless, maybe a Saint Bernard, or a Bernese Mountain Dog. The man standing next to the dog was stout, fat and had a handlebar mustache that complimented his lifeless eyes better than the grayness of his suit or the resolution of the painting.

His tongue lifted to the roof of his mouth as he backed away from the window and continued towards the forest. His teeth grinded together noisily before he was ten feet from the window and his body was able to ease down. Unravel. He wanted to fall over. He egged his legs on to collapse, to keep him from travelling any further towards the tree line, but they wouldn’t listen. They wouldn’t cave from underneath him even though they wobbled and wavered like jelly.

And before he knew it he was standing at the foot of the giant, gazing up at trees that never seemed to stop. They didn’t move out of the way to pardon the sky, they rose above it, into it. They were the sky. And Micah was the idiot who was about to stand under it while it fell. It was at this moment that common sense hit him like a freight train. What was he about to do? He had no rope, no tape, no way of marking his way out of that forest. He wouldn’t be so quick to think people haven’t gone missing in those trees, and he wasn’t about to put another tally up on a detective board in the Socser police station. He wasn’t going to be the one on a milk carton. But instead of leaving, he sat down at the mouth of the beast, staring almost longingly up at the tree tops. It seemed accurate. To call this place a beast and label Micah as its post meal snack. Micah wondered what it ate before him. What was big enough to satisfy its hunger? And why did Micah have to be the next victim? Because you’re dumb enough to succumb to its beauty, Mike. The voice told him. It was his own voice, but from a different him. Like it was his future self warning him of what’s to unfold if he were to cross into those pine trees. Maybe he’ll never be heard from again, or maybe he’ll be just fine.

Sitting down in the cool grass, dew soaking into the seat of his pants, he found that he’d like to come back alive from the property, and the only way to assure that would to be leaving it all together. He had nothing to prove to Thomas McCall anymore, and certainly no reason to stick up on the hill. His long fingers began to drum on the roof of his thigh in an unestablished rhythm, pairing with the anxiety to actually move along somewhere. Whether that be into the forest and possibly come into contact with whatever screamed for him, or his home, waiting for his mother to arrive and then go to sleep in his warm bed. He had choices.

He chose the former.

When he pushed himself up off the ground, once more patting himself free of the grass and dirt from his seat, he knew the forest was calling to him. And maybe it wasn’t Thomas McCall he was going to refute, but the forest itself. The beast. Because Thomas had told him not to cross the gate. Not because of the possibility of him not emerging from those trees, but because he’d go insane. If Micah were to leave now, he’d come back in well mental health, while maybe paranoid, but good all around. So, he’d proved Thomas wrong in that sense. But this forest was beckoning him inside, telling him that he won’t come back alive. Micah wasn’t too sure if he would or not, but he did know that if he did, he would have beaten the giant. The beast itself.

His legs began moving ahead of his body, everything above his waist being forced to catch up. He felt like he was on autopilot though he knew this was a perfectly conscious decision of his. The trees seemed to move aside for him, their arms lifting and granting him access into their world, a different world than what he lived in. He could hear them chanting a ritualistic poem as he passed by them, whispering under their breath to him, telling him which way to the scream. His body became clammy again, and as he turned his head over his shoulder to get a last peek at the house (the gold frame of the painting barely visible) he became suddenly aware that this may be the very last time he entered a place alive.

Just as he expected, all there was to the forest was trees. They had lost their magical appearance about five minutes into his walk and he figured that was because he had no idea of where he was going. Being forced to calm himself down on his way in led him to realize that he held no knowledge of where he was going, and he decided to focus on the things that could happen just from him getting lost in the woods and not the things that would happen if an apparition jumped at him from behind a tree.

There was a sneaking serenity to the forest now that he was deeper in. He kept his eyes all over the terrain, knowing that he had no way of defending himself if an animal decided to make him its next meal. He had learned some things from the “WORST CASE SCENARIO” guide book his grandma got him for Christmas a year prior because he was going on a camping trip with a few friends that January. If coyotes got to him, he could make a few loud noises, throw some things. Deer are often spooked easily. He wasn’t sure how many bears there were in Texas, but he did know how to get away from both a black bear and a grizzly bear. The grizzly is to play dead while the black bear is to fight and scream, and to never climb a tree. Because as he remembers in a nature documentary, black bears are excellent climbers.

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One thing that stuck with him after that story was that cougars don’t make the noise of a tiger or lion, instead they yowl; scream as Mr. Milo had put it. They scream at you until you’re dead, or until you put a bullet through their thick skull, they scream. And they scream like dying humans.

Suddenly Micah’s body ran cold like it had back on the front porch step of the house, and he stopped walking. His head directed upward, and his green eyes scanned the trees cautiously to be sure no cat was up there spying on him and waiting for a perfect time to pounce. His heart started up again, running the marathon of anxiety and fear as he continued to walk. He had gone far enough. He stopped in a place where the trees moved aside for him, contained him in one spot for eternity. Or until another tree grew where he stood, throwing him to the sky and away from the property. A rock was stuck in the ground under a sixty-foot pine tree, calling for Micah to sit down. His legs were calling to him as well, telling him that sitting down for a little bit would be the optimal choice. He obeyed the pleas and sat down on the rock, pulling his knees close to his chest. It made a comfortable seat. His eyes stayed on the ground in front of him, but his mind began to wander.

He figured he had come far enough into the forest. He could hear cars whizzing by, and he knew he was close to the I-26 rural highway, the one that led into Socser if you went far enough. But if you went through Socser and continued on to reach I-30, you’d eventually reach Dallas, and then Fort Worth stood behind it. But if you took a left onto McCathy before reaching Socser’s city limits and kept straight, you’d go through Paris and eventually reach Sulphur Springs. That is if you never took any turns. For a moment, Micah sat and listened to the cars buzzing by him in short bursts. At least he knew which way he could go if he needed an escape. That thought made his body subconsciously lean toward the direction of the noise, hopeful that it will comfort him even in the slightest bit.

He became comfortable in his spot on the rock, looking out into the trees to see if he could see anything in them. Part of him felt he saw movement behind the trees, and part of him felt like he could hear the crackle and crunch of the dirt and fallen needles. Part of him felt like there was something deeper in those woods. He shifted again, his lips parting with his piqued interest. He wasn’t sure what he was hearing or seeing, but he began thinking that it was okay because it wasn’t anything that could hurt him. If it wanted to hurt him it would have already. And he knew that.

He licked his lips with anticipation as his legs healed from their walk. The wind was quick to pick up. Micah looked up at the sky and saw it was growing dark with clouds. He could hardly see the sky past the towering trees and spread pine branches that expanded across the width of the sky. He stood, figuring evening was upon him and if he didn’t leave now, rain would be too.

“Such cliché bullshit.” Micah murmured to himself as he pushed his body off of the rock. He stood in wait for a moment to let a car pass by on the highway, and he followed the noise, hoping the fence would lead him back to the front of the property. As he does so, a crisp bite of air nips at his ears and fingertips for a moment. He doesn’t find it much out of the ordinary seeing as winter is closing in, but it’s what followed that truly frightened him. Micah, go, they’re coming for you. . . go! The same voice from before said to him. Except it wasn’t the same voice, and the only way he knew that was because before the voice was in his head. Now, it was being whispered horrifyingly into his ear. His head whipped around to meet open air. Air that he felt was getting thinner and thinner the longer he remained in place. Air that he became reluctant to breathe in. He licked his lips again and began walking towards the sounds of cars faster than before. Because if he knew anything, he didn’t want to be caught here when the rain hit. And he didn’t want to be here any longer than he needed to be.

The cars got closer and closer as he walked, but no high way was visible from where he was walking. Leaves behind him began to crackle. A stick snapped somewhere from behind him, making his whole being leap from his skin. He turned around to inspect what may have caused the noise, but there was nothing. He examined the ground for anything that could have made the noise and lying in the dirt there was a stick snapped in half, wood crumbs surrounding it. Micah’s stomach fluttered with intense fear, his face growing hot. Another snap at his left side and he turned. Vacant area of grass and dirt. He decided now that it was probably a cougar, just like the one Mr. Milo had been attacked by, and if he didn’t get out of there fast, he wouldn’t be getting out of there at all.

He swallowed the saliva building in his throat, because he’d begun to believe that he may actually hurl. As he began picking up his speed to get away from the area, he felt his jaw tighten. He couldn’t stop to puke. He just couldn’t. You better hurry, Micah. She’s just behind you! The voice rasped in his ear. Cue the heart pounding, and Micah felt like he was about to die. And what an odd thought to have while on a property that was known for killing people. Or multiple deaths. Run!

And he didn’t hesitate to follow the orders of a voice with no body. The latter voice had been different from the rest, in turmoil. While the rest had been aggressive or monotonous, this one was begging him to run, begging him to get out of there before She came, whoever She was. Micah would consider himself a fairly quick runner, being in all sports his small town school could offer, but he didn’t feel like he was running fast enough to beat whoever it was he was running from, he felt it was hot on his heels, and he didn’t dare turn around. The cars on I-26 were rumbling right in front of him, but he couldn’t see the highway itself and the closer he got the closer the sound became. But he never saw the cars.

He took one stupid moment to stop in his tracks and whip his head from side to side to find if the street could be seen from his place. His chest was heaving, his lungs were burning, his heart was beating out of his rib cage. He couldn’t find the damn highway. If you stop running she’ll catch you, you have to move, man. He told himself, thankful he could control his own inner thoughts. He wasn’t even sure what he was running from, but that desperate voice in his ear was all he had needed to get his ass moving along and away from the danger. Man, we just defined fight or flight. He told himself. He didn’t suppose he was wrong.

The moment he decided to begin moving along again, he felt fingers wrap around his thin neck, the tips pressing into his flesh. He blinked and threw his hands behind him to ward off whoever it was with their filthy hands around his throat. The more he struggled, the tighter their grip became, and he was soon left struggling for air, hitting the arm of what he presumed was a woman from the previous encounters with the voice, and staring up at the dark sky. There was no voice this time, no one telling him he shouldn’t have come up here, no god extending a hand towards him to take him to the afterlife, and certainly no one to die with him. He was alone. And he was petrified. The emotion he had felt in that convenience store while McCall was telling him the way the property fucks with the minds of its inhabitants, it was an 80 mg dose of fear, and he was the idiot who didn’t read the back of the bottle to gauge how much he was supposed to take. And he’s now overdosed.

There were no breaths escaping from his throat. Only wheezing.

McCall said it’s all a mental thing. It’s not real! Micah’s eyes closed, tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t coherently speak, but he gripped onto the frail arm in which the hands were connected to, and he dug his nails into it. His body shivered as his fingernails punctured the skin and went into the flesh, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve been that easy to do with anyone else’s skin. His heart sank when his vision began fading. You’re not fucking real! He screamed, but not aloud. Not real, bitch! But nothing happened. He was really looking towards a pass to purgatory, probably. More tears. More noises of a dying rabbit (or boy, whatever). More fear.

Right before he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, the fingers slipped from his throat, and he gasped so loudly, he was sure it frightened the animals in the surrounding area. As he drew his hands from his throat, he examined his nails, which had punctured through the attacker’s skin. His nails had no signs of blood on them and when he whipped his head around, there weren’t even signs of an attacker. And when he took another glance down at his own hands for the last time that day, he watched the pads of his fingers go from white to olive, his heart fell from his chest down to the floor. His air loss was real. The woman had not been.

He had been strangling himself.

He took off running once more, watching but not really seeing where he was going. He heard cars right in his ear. But instead of them getting closer and never arriving, he comes to the high way almost immediately, automobiles rushing by seemingly not paying Micah any attention. There was a white picket fence shielding the property from the rest of the world, and he forced his body to fly over it with momentum he’s never built up in his life. He felt like he hung in the air for ages, gasping onto a breath he never even had. He didn’t land quite the way he preferred, his ankle clipping a rock or ledge and rolling out from under him. Then he found himself lying in the dirt and leaves, breathless and afraid. Thomas McCall had been right. And Micah had been a fool.

It took him two hours to get around to the opposite end of the property and it would have taken him a significantly less amount of time if he would have been going the correct direction the first thirty minutes of his painful trip. It also would’ve taken him less time if his body had been in working order. His ankle was swollen to the size of a golf ball, throbbing excruciatingly so that he could hardly make his way to his bike. He was pretty sure it was bleeding because he had managed to trip down and onto the road, catching one of the most sensitive hits on a thorn bush and had to yank it free from the tangles of points in the stems. Pulling his ankle free had been a task in its own accord, but attempting to stand back up on that ankle was worse

Once he got back to his bike, he sat down in front of the gate. I’m safe here. Nothing will reach me here. He was tired, in pain and unable to move his body any more than a few inches to the right or left, and even then it was a spotty chance of him falling to the ground, wheezing like a dying French Bulldog. He’d had no chance to calm himself down after being strangled on the hill, he’d left before he got the chance because he couldn’t waste another second of his too precious life up on that hill without feeling like it was going to be thrown on the line and stomped on.

He was wheezing heavily by his bike. His ankle was wheezing along with him, or maybe it was weeping from the pain, he wasn’t sure. Micah was on the brink of tears from how horrible the pain was. He knew pain like this didn’t just ameliorate after some ice, a hot bath and good sleep, this was going to stick with him for a long while. He had been right about the bleeding. Thick, bright red blood trickled from his ankle slowly, but it wasn’t enough to concern Micah. He pressed his right forefinger to the bruised and bloodied appendage and stared at it for a good while. It was really what he was concerned about. He had already pushed Her away. But he hadn’t forgotten about how it was his own hands choking him, closing in around his throat, pressing their tips into his cords. He hadn’t forgotten about the voice whispering in his ear telling him to “Run!” while he was still trapped up by that rock. He hadn’t forgotten how the cars were buzzing in his ear, but no highway was to be found. Micah didn’t forget.

He gave a few tender rubs to his ankle while he sat in thought on the gravel in front of the pipe gate on Dogwood. No rain had fallen from the heavy clouds above him, but it had gotten darker than when he emerged from the trees. Too much darker. He had been too wrapped up in his ankle beforehand that he didn’t realize how cold the air was growing around him and how close night fall was. He’d have to stand up soon if he wanted to be home by his curfew without his mom asking questions. He couldn’t see that happening, though.

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Loading Dock Equipment, Commercial Door Products, and Installation Services

Overhead Door Company of Charlotte, a division of DuraServ, provides Charlotte, Concord, Davidson, Fort Mill, Gastonia, Huntersville, Lake Wylie, Monroe, Mooresville, Rock Hill, and Weddington, NC with loading dock equipment, commercial door products, and installation services. We are a distributor and installer of McGuire loading dock, and Overhead Doors, LiftMaster, and TKO Dock Doors commercial doors.

Call Overhead Door Company of Charlotte today at 704-594-5094 or connect with us online to find out how we can help you.

Commercial Products

Dock Levelers & Lifts

McGuire loading dock levelers include industry-leading features which increase productivity and improve safety to the loading dock.

Mechanical Dock Levelers

McGuire mechanical dock levelers set the industry standard for durability, dependability, and safe operation. Mechanical dock levelers have a single-point adjustment extension spring counterbalance, unlimited float hold-down, an integral maintenance strut, and lip support latch features.

MP Mechanical Leveler

Hydraulic Dock Levelers

Hydraulic dock levelers provide the highest capacity rating and are designed for busy loading docks. McGuire hydraulic dock levelers are high-performance, low-maintenance, fast, safe, and have an easy push-button operation.

Autodok® H Series Hydraulic Leveler

HP Hydraulic Leveler

Air Powered Dock Levelers

McGuire Air Powered dock levelers are safe, easy to operate, and with advanced technology used in heavy-lifting industries. It offers a low-maintenance solution and operational efficiency. A simple push-button activation rises the deck effortlessly.

CentraAir® Air Powered Leveler

MA Air Powered Leveler

Specialty Dock Levelers

McGuire specialty dock levelers deliver reliable powered up and powered down performance.

VSH Vertical Storing Leveler

Portable Steel Yard Ramp

RRH Hydraulic Rail Ramp

Edge of Dock Levelers

Edge of dock levelers provide accessibility to docks and permit the safe and efficient transfer of products.

HED Hydraulic EOD Leveler

MEDLF Mechanical EOD Leveler

Dock Seals & Shelter

Dock seals or shelters cover the gap between a dock and a trailer by creating an extension of a facility that seals the top, sides, and back of a trailer.

Dock Seals

McGuire dock seals create an airtight seal between a dock system and trailer.

TS101 Fixed Head

TS103 Curtain Head

TS500 CWT Adjustable Head

Dock Shelters

McGuire dock shelters enclose trailer tops and sides for ultimate sealing efficiency. Dock shelters offer reliable performance and protection from compression and reversing trailers.

TC300 Flexible Steel Frame

TC400 Rigid Wood Frame

TC900 Soft Sided

TC1000 Weather Sentry™

Safety Equipment & Truck Restraints

Loading dock safety equipment prevents dock accidents during loading and unloading.

Vehicle Restraints

Vehicle restraints keep a truck or trailer stationed at the dock.

Hold-Tite® Push Button Vehicle Restraint

Stop-Tite® Manually Operated Vehicle Restraint

Stop-Tite® Push Button Vehicle Restraint

TPR® Automatic Vehicle Restraint

TPR UniLock® Automatic Vehicle Restraint

Light Communication System

Light communication systems improve security and productivity at the loading dock.

Edge Lights

Light Communication System (LCS)

Safety Barriers

Safety barriers protect personnel, goods, and equipment from accidentally rolling off the dock.

Bar Lift Barrier

Barrier Lip Leveler

Commercial Door Products

Rolling Steel Doors

Overhead Door carries a full line of rolling steel doors including coil-away rolling steel service doors, rolling fire counter doors, rolling steel fire doors, insulated rolling steel fire doors, rolling steel service doors, and rolling sheet doors. Rolling steel doors provide long-lasting performance and are reliable solutions for self-storage facilities, warehouses, pharmacies, hospitals, offices, schools, and retail businesses.

Overhead Door – Fireking 630 Series – Insulated Rolling Steel Fire Rated Service Door

Overhead Door – Fireking 630 Series – Rolling Steel Fire Rated Service Door

Overhead Door – Fireking 631 Series – Rolling Steel Fire Rated Service Door

Overhead Door – Fireking 634 Series – Rolling Steel Fire Rated Service Door

Overhead Door – Model 600 Coil–Away Rolling Steel Service Door

Overhead Door – Model 610 Rolling Steel Service Door

Overhead Door – Model 620 Stormtite Rolling Steel Service Door

Overhead Door – Model 625 Stormtite Insulated Rolling Steel Service Door

Overhead Door – Model 640 Rolling Fire Counter Door

Overhead Door – Model 641 Stainless Steel Rolling Fire Counter Door

Overhead Door – Model 660 Integral Frame Rolling Fire Counter Door

Sectional Doors

Overhead Door Company of Charlotte carries Overhead Door commercial sectional doors include aluminum full view sectional doors, insulated sectional doors, steel sectional doors, screen doors.

Overhead Sectional Doors

Overhead Door™ sectional steel and insulated steel doors are economical, durable, and reliable. An assortment of door panel profiles, track and hardware, and specialized options allows the further customization of doors to your specific project requirements.

Overhead Door – Model 416 Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 430 Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 418 Insulated Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 420 Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 422 Insulated Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 424 Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 426 Insulated Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 432 Insulated Steel Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Model 511 Aluminum Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 591 Insulated Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 592 Insulated Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 593 Insulated Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 594 Insulated Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 595 Insulated Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 598 Insulated Sectional Door

Overhead Door – Thermacore 599 Insulated Sectional Door

Screen Doors

Screen doors are an economical solution for screening bugs, birds, and other unwanted pests from your industrial facility.

Bug Blocker Sectional Screen Door

Screen Pro Roll-Up Bug Door

Knock Out Doors

Knock out doors, the most rugged option, are designed to prevent damage to door panels and tracks when impacted. Knock out doors are the best solution for damaged dock doors in busy loading docks.

Pflow Model M Vertical Lift System

TKO Cruiserweight Knock-Out Door

TKO Thermalweight Knock-Out Door

TKO Welterweight Knock-Out Door

High-Performance Doors

Overhead Door high-performance doors optimize efficiency, improve production flow, operate quickly, raise the number of opening and closing cycles, and require less maintenance and repair cost.

High Speed Exterior Rubber Door – 990

High Speed Exterior Rubber Door – 991

High Speed Exterior Rubber Door – 992

High Speed Exterior Rubber Door – 993

High Speed Exterior Rubber Door – 994

High Speed Exterior Rubber Door – 995

Door Operators

Commercial door operators provide security and reliability for business facilities. Overhead Door and LiftMaster door operators have a compact design, an emergency chain hoist with an electric interlock, and with adjustable friction clutch.

Liftmaster 115v Hoist Logic Operator

Overhead Door RHX™ Heavy Duty Commercial Operators

Overhead Door RMX™ Medium-Duty Commercial Operator

Overhead Door RSX™ Standard Duty Commercial Operator

Aftermarket Products

Aftermarket products prevent energy loss and ensure dock personnel and equipment are protected from accidents.

Energy Saving Products

APS LED Guide Lights

APS E-Saver LED Bulb

APS Turbo-ES™ Fan

ENERGY GUARD® Retrofit Kit

G-Flex LED Dock Light™

High Impact LED™ Dock Light

Rytec Turbo Seal INSULATED Door

Serco Energy Guard™

Serco S1000 Ultra Seal w/ fixed head pad

Equipment Upgrades

APS Air Bag Conversion Kit

APS Flexback Panel

APS Hydraulic Conversion Kit

Industrial Fans

Industrial fans are High-Volume, Low-Speed Fans that efficiently move air through an industrial space. HVLS fans are ideal in climate-controlled and non-conditioned areas.

Aeratron

AirVolution

AirVolution-D 370

AirVolution-D 550

AirVolution-D 780

Loading Dock Equipment and Commercial Doors Uses

Auto Dealers

Cold Storage

Distribution Centers

Energy Efficient Facilities

Food & Beverage Plants

High Security Areas

Industrial Operations

Manufacturing Facilities

Parking Garages

Pharmaceutical Facilities

Retail Businesses

Service Centers

Transportation & Transit

Warehousing Facilities

North Carolina’s Most Trusted Loading Dock and Commercial Door Distributor and Installer

Overhead Door Company of Charlotte, a division of DuraServ, supplies loading dock equipment and commercial doors products to Charlotte, Concord, Davidson, Fort Mill, Gastonia, Huntersville, Lake Wylie, Monroe, Mooresville, Rock Hill, and Weddington, NC. With skilled technicians, fully equipped service trucks, and an expansive loading dock equipment and door parts inventory, Overhead Door Company of Charlotte is a company you can depend on.

Whether you need a simple part or searching for efficiency and safety improvements to a current loading dock design, turn to Overhead Door Company of Charlotte!

Call Overhead Door Company of Charlotte today at 704-594-5094 or connect with us online to discover safe, smooth, and cost-effective loading dock equipment, commercial door products, and installation services.

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