A Short Story by
IT WAS dark. Well past midnight. Lindsay was creeping to her room. If Mom or Ronald knew she was still awake, she would be in trouble. Even though it was weekend, Saturday morning to be precise, she was still out of bed.
“Why can I not say up later?” she’d asked, but then there was no reaction to this question – thus she took matters into her own hands!
Without light, she was going about it slowly. The darkening clouds blocked the moon as well as all the stars. She was almost as blind as a bat. The curtains and blinds were all drawn. Thus, she maneuvered by touch only.
This was also the problem, “Take it easy, if you knock something down they’d know that you’re still up… then there would be trouble.” Lindsay scorned herself, struggling to get the Movie out of her mind and to her room.
The wind was constantly howling around the house. It was keeping a very close eye on her as she only reached the stairs. She had to bare her weight on the railing. There were a few of the steps which would snitch on her if they bore her full weight!
“That does sound like the wolves from that Movie. They must be circling the house. They must be smelling my fear!” she almost wanted to cry-out – only she heard her fears very well – “Why don’t they leave me alone! I don’t even taste that great!” she whispered, just making sure that she did her herself speak.
She looked at the staircase. She didn’t have the courage get to the top. Only, if they found her sleeping downstairs, there would be far too many questions.
“You’d better know what you’re doing Lindsay! How many times have you tried to sneak up and they found you doing so!” she asked herself as she heard another wolf howling around the corner – this one sounded different from those she heard before.
Lindsay jumped around, hearing the sound from the front door. She saw light paying of the metal from the post drop.
“Just… how in the World. There’s no light on inside the house!” she said, not even realizing that she spoke aloud.
While shadows played across the ceiling, she turned slowly.
“Get a move on, the longer you stay here, the more your time run out. Standing a chance at getting caught! They can smell your fear! You sat through that movie, all alone! Now you better get yourself upstairs!” she screamed hysterically inside her mind, shaking as she took the first step and closing her eyes for the time being.
She grasped the railing with all she had. If the wind were to blow at her, she wouldn’t want to fall off the staircase!
“You see… you see! This is the kind of nonsense that gets up in your head that makes everyone know; everyone believes you’re weird! Stop… sto… p wasting your time! Get a move on and to your… r…” she was about to say, but then there was another play of shadows on the ceiling at the top of the staircase this time.
Her heart pounded in her cheats!
Her hands were sweating profusely!
Her hand was slipping from the rail!
“It’s coming for me! Coming for girls, children who didn’t listen to their parents! Even if one isn’t my real…” she wanted to fight with herself again – but then the next installment of shadowy figures ripped across the ceiling!
This time her desert-dry mouth didn’t allow her to swallow properly.
She shut her eyes tightly. Covering them with her other hand. Bending over and trying to be as little as possible!
Then suddenly a massive wind-burst ripped at the house.
“Ha…” Lindsay just barely contained her immediate fight – “The giant is coming after me! The wolves tracked down my smell to our house! They’re going to get me!” Lindsay shouted at herself; she stumbled against the railing when the wind again violently ripped at the house – aiming at her alone.
Getting up slowly, shaking, “This cannot be happening! How could things go from bad to worse in such a short time?” she asked as the wind suddenly blasted the side of the house with full force!
“It’s going to rip off the roof before I can get to my room!” she sweated all over by now, “I need… I have to chance… getting up the stairs!” Lindsay tried her best in gathering all her courage for the journey ahead.
Suddenly she heard a door open. There was a light squeak of the hinges. There was an unmistakable crack as well. She froze and couldn’t look at what was going on above her.
“Who might that be? Are they in the house already? Who is there?” she shouted at herself, but in the darkness, neither she nor anyone else would see each other.
She stood frozen. Then, the door to her newly born bother’s room opened. There was no sound, but she just knew.
“What are you doing? Going into the room of such a small person!” Lindsay shouted deep within her own deep-seated, terror; “Why are you going into Charlie’s room?” she screamed at the top of her mind!
She stood there, frozen still. She didn’t dear look up, if she did see it – maybe she’d scream. Mom or Ronald would wake if or when she screamed. They’d know she wasn’t sleeping and it would have been all of nothing!
“Why are you looking for me in Charlie’s room? Who are you? What are you doing in our house?” she shouted again, still set in stone, she had only moved two steps, fighting her fear, gripping her heart.
As soon as Charlie’s room’s door opened, so soon did it close. Lindsay would hear two footsteps, and then there was the crack!
It was louder than she’d believed it could be!
She literarily shook with the sounding of the crack!
It was right on top of her!
Who or whatever it was, it was very close to her!
“If you cannot get to me, then you’d go after my kid-brother! What kind of things are you?” she once again shouted quietly.
Lindsay heard another two steps and once again, there was another door cracking.
“They’re looking for me! They’re waiting for me in my room!” she almost lost control of herself, “I did hear something outside! Why didn’t I then jump to get to my room?” she shouted at herself, “Now… now, I’m in trouble!” she shouted within herself, echoing through to all corners of her fearful mind; by now her fearful sweat was starting to soak her pajamas.
There was silence in the house for the time being. Just as she moved to step once more, the wind shook the house again. Lindsay was caught off-guard and lost her grip on the railing. She lost her balance and headed to the wall!
There was more than enough pictures hanging. If only one of them fell and broke!
“This is going to be hard!” she shouted at herself, falling at the wall, head-on.
Bracing for the impact, she held out her free hand. She manages to press with her fingers between the frames. Her moment slowed and luckily only her nose pressed
against one of the hanging pictures!
“They’re not making it easier for me. They know… they truly know!” she told herself, regaining her balance – “Get to your bed! Just get there, and you’ll be safe!”
Just then she heard the most piercing, highly pitched, the whistling cry of a sound!
It was continuous. It was deafening, and it was directed at her alone.
Lindsay pressed close her ears. Her supporting hand just barely touched the one picture. She looked in utter horror; the picture-frame was dislodged. With the sound still ripping through the entire house, she could only look at the picture moving in extreme slow motion!
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t release her ears. She was on the verge of screaming as the picture tilted beyond its equilibrium. She looked in utter horror as it was going to give way her position!
Not only would they know where in the house she was, but Mom and Ronald would know she wasn’t sleeping!
“What if Charlie wakes-up? What if they suddenly come after him, he’d be awake and be in danger!” she shouted in herself, while she picture-frame suddenly free and falling towards the step, she was on.
It was do or die!
She dropped and as she released her hands simultaneously, so did the highly pitched sound seized to rip through the house!
Without even knowing this, she caught the picture just before it hit the corner of the step. Only then did she realize that it would have bounced off a few, on its way down the staircase, making as much noise as possible.
“There’s no more painful noise.” she told herself, lying on her stomach, picture in hand – “This is getting weird!” she thought, shaking far too much, having a hard time in getting up.
IT WAS difficult for Lindsay to get back the full function of her legs. Every single movement she made, reflected a muscle in one of her legs. With the fear and stress she was experiencing, her clothes were completely soaked in places. Sweat dripped from her face, having had no idea how difficult the short distance to her room would become.
Suddenly the clouds broke! There wasn’t rain first, there was immediate hail falling!
“Ho no…” she again jumped, frantically grabbing the railing, keeping herself from falling with the sudden burst of the intense sound of the hail.
She moved slowly while the wind again hit the house.
“Just put it back… if you forget this, they’d wonder why it’s missing…” she forced herself moving to the wall again.
Again the wind pounded the house. The rain only now started to fall. It replaced the hail, falling continuously and hard – there was no difference to the hail!
“I cannot even hear myself think!” she spoke, not that she heard herself saying this – the sound from the roof pounded right in her skull!
Still shaking, she had to concentrate hard on putting the picture back. Then another one was pushed out of place. Reaching her room was getting even harder than what Lindsay could have thought.
“Don’t fall… please, don’t fall…” she almost prayed, as the other picture was still pushed by her shaking hand – “No… don’t shake so much!” she tried in vain.
At long last, Lindsay slowly moved in closer; finally hanging the picture back in its place. The other one was about to fall when she hung it correct.
“That wasn’t nice!” she said, still unable to hear a single thing; “Where are they in the house? If they come at me, I wouldn’t be able to hear them!” another fear shot through her mind; “How on earth did they get inside the house!” she stressed even more so.
With the lack of strength in her legs, she was unable to run up the stairs, even with the loud rain able to cover her tracks in doing so. Lindsay saw the play of shadows. She looked at the top of the staircase, it looked far, taking another step.
The moment Lindsay’s foot touched down, just before she started shifting her weight there – the rain immediately stopped!
There was no thunder.
There was no more hail.
There was no wind.
There was no rain.
There was indeed intense silence in the house.
It suddenly changed far eerier than she could have predicted!
With only one inch of pressure, she heard the stair cracking under her weight!
“Oh brother! This isn’t good at all!” she thought to herself – “They want me to get caught… there must be another way to get to a kid, even when they’re in their beds! There is another way! What would that be? What are they playing at?” she stressed, even more, looking at the ceiling.
There was no shadow-play, there was no light play, and there was no reason to suspect there was anything out of the ordinary happing around her.
“I’m truly losing my mind!” Lindsay said, she couldn’t hear herself, for the deafening sounds was far too loud – her ears needed some time to recover.
Without warning, there was a massive lightning strike!
It was so intense and so close that Lindsay’s hair was statically charged. This time she did jump and unfortunately for her, came down far too hard onto the step.
She got such a fright; she didn’t even make a sound. The crack in the wooden step was loud enough to rip shreds through her poor little heart!
It was beating with the immense sudden bolt of lightning, leaving her to almost hyperventilate at the same instance.
“Where… where did, that come from?” she wondered, looking around, but saw nothing that looked damaged.
Again she was faced with the very same step under her foot. There were two laying next to each other. Only one was pretty unhappy when anyone stepped on it; but then she had no idea how the other would react if she tried to leap-frog the worse one.
“You’ve got only one shot. Step on the rail.” she thought, barely touching the old step – moving her foot to the rail.
It wasn’t smooth, and her barefoot would feel the scruffy surface. She looked at the staircase. She’d only climbed three steps! There was a corner-landing and a few more steps beyond that!
“I’m going to be here all night long!” she whispered, steadying herself, getting onto the railing bottom support – she heard the sudden wind return with full force.
It wasn’t howling anymore. It was there only to let her know, let her know that they’ve got another plan for her!
“What’s coming now?” she asked, getting on the rail-support, pressing with both her hands on the top; leaving as little pressure on her feet; “I hope… just hope, hope for all you’re worth!” she said softly, ready herself to move.
Again the wind slammed into the house. It came at her from behind, willing to knock her from the railing. It would do anything to make her fall, anything to get her caught, anything to get a hold of her!
Again, the impact on the house should have shaken everyone awake; but then it was her nightmare she was enduring. Lindsay could feel she was lightly tiling, back and forth on the railing. She held on for dear life!
Shutting her eyes tightly, “Please… please don’t break! Please, please don’t.” she prayed as the wind was knocking the house, harder, repeatedly.
Just as she stepped off the railing, the weight on her other foot was far too much, and she heard the crack!
“Oh no!” with this crack, she lost her balance.
She reared toward the wall, very lucky for her; she was inadvertently aiming towards the steps. Missing the pictures on the wall completely. Hitting her head against the wall, thus she didn’t see that the pictures were all of them shaking with the impact she had on it. For a moment she sat there, feeling the pain of the impact.
Looking at the wall – “Not… one fell!” she whispered, regaining some control of herself.
Looking at the railing, “That’s going to be a dead giveaway!” she told herself, while the wind once more kept blowing around the house.
She pressed her hand on the step; she forgot that it was the one that was tricky. Thus, the moment she supported herself in getting up – it sounded as if the railing shattered even louder than anything else!
“This is getting ridiculous!” she said aloud, just one luck for her – the sound of the next burst of lighting and rain muffled the sound of the cracking step.
“By the time I get to my room, the whole staircase would be broken, if things continue in this way!” she thought with another massive impact slammed into the front of the house.
This time she got knocked over, onto her side. The step which broke just moments before, now cracked in three places, while her weight bore down on it. The step just above it didn’t sound too healthy itself when Lindsay also pressed down on this one.
The cracking sound ripped through her ears, while she lay on the stairs.
“Really… this better stop, tomorrow no one would get down this way!” she said aloud, struggling to get back up.
Lindsay was drained by now. She’d also hit her side on the edge of the step. The last of her strength was seeping out of her body, with her fear and stress of the situation was even heavier now.
“Will this storm not subside before I get to my room?” she wondered, pulling on the rail again – only hearing another crack where she took hold of it.
“This is just great! The rail is coming apart, and the steps are falling through!” she thought, eventually stand up – “We’ll not come down this way tomorrow!” she said softly, sweat dripping from her brow, the worries gripped her heart even more.
LINDSAY STOOD carefully. She’d have a mark on her side and just as she wanted to move again; another intense lightning strike barely missed the house. Again the pictures on the wall were rattled with force.
“If all of you were knocked off the wall, that would be my queue to run up to my bedroom!” Lindsay said loud enough to hear herself.
Just then the hail came to visit her, with the forceful wind blowing as well; the thunderous sound of the water almost wanted to penetrate her mind, into her heart and
scared the life out of her!
“Ha… ha… ho ho…my goodness!” she said out loud.
Luckily for her, another thunderous burst not only muffled her reaction – but then, ripped through the source of her courage, while she once more became cemented in utter disbelieve.
Lindsay looked toward the door of her parents room – “How in the world can the two of them be sleeping through this massive storm?” she wondered, angry at this fact now; “Never mind; Charlie must be dreaming himself of something very nice if he doesn’t wake-up either.” she thought, getting up.
Standing there on the next stair, the one which also gave her position away – not that anyone was there to see.
“Now then…” she was about to climb the stairs again when the rain and hail again ceased; it was still coming down, but only the wind was circling the house.
“I’m really…” she just uttered the words, when there was another thunderous lighting blast across the house; she felt the massive bombardment!
She stood dead still, then heard a crack from the kitchen. Lindsay’s eyes were fixed in the direction of the hallway, looking at the kitchen door. There was no way she could see anything at the angle she stood. It didn’t stop her from stressing, sweating profusely and heart pounding!
“They are inside the house! The longer I stay here the closer they’d get to me! They’ll come for Charlie in the same manner, and I’d be the one to blame!” she scolded herself, “Get a…” she said too loudly as another crack erupted from behind her – just outside the front door!
Simultaneously she jumped up another step and turned around at the same time.
“Now what?” she asked once more standing still, looking at the door, hearing the wind playing around the house – knocking various items around the house.
“They cannot get in. Not unless there’s something open!” Lindsay thought, praying she wasn’t correct in this; “They need to be let in. I didn’t invite them! They cannot come and take anyone!” Lindsay shouted in her mind – “Is there any of the windows open?” she just had to ask.
For a moment longer, she stood there. She listened. She kept a close eye on the front door. She tried with all her might to be better than what she was. She wanted to be sure that they were safe inside their own home.
“Oh brother…” she thought, “Now of all times you have to pee!” she said, forgetting that the wind wasn’t blowing as rampant as it had been.
“Why is it that such things happen when you least want it! Why doesn’t it happen when you do not have the time for it?” Lindsay wondered, turning around, barely seeing the play of shadows on the ceiling.
All of a sudden it looked like Ronald stood there at the railing!
Someone was looking down at her!
They’d slipped inside somehow!
They were coming for her, and no one was there to help her!
Her mouth was desert dry instantly. Even if she wanted to scream, there was no way it would happen. She stood there motionless. She just looked at the darkened figure before her.
“Maybe if I don’t move he’d not see me?” she thought, in one moment later, the flash of shadows disappeared, and there was no one standing there!
Lindsay’s heart was beating in her throat! Racing at a hundred miles an hour!
She was feeling light in the head, and the stress was getting to her. She was shaking all over. The strength in her legs seamlessly gave away, and before she knew it, she was
hunched in a puddle of misery!
“How hard can it be to sneak up to my room? So many more than me, are doing it right now!” she thought, struggling to stay conscious.
Lindsay’s bladder was starting to bug her to get moving. Just as she took another step, the lighting ripped past the house yet again. It was so loud that it shook the windows in their frames. Lindsay just dropped down, having no idea if it did hit the house.
“This is so bad, what is going on!” she stressed as there was another crack upstairs just before she reached the first landing.
Lindsay now literarily started to sail over the steps.
“They’re up here already!” the scream echoed inside her mind, “They’re close to Charlie’s room!” she couldn’t stop screaming at herself, “They’re coming for him because I didn’t listen!” she silently screamed hysterically!
THERE WERE only a few steps before she stepped on the small landing. She moved very slowly, but then there were cracks from some of the steps passed over.
“Where are they?” she wondered, barely piercing over the edge of the last step before she stepped on the bedroom’s floor.
“They are hiding from me. They are waiting for the best moment! What, do they think, I’m that stupid?” she whispered to herself, stepping onto the floor.
The wind slammed into the closest wall to where Lindsay stood. She could feel the effect the wind had on the poor house.
“You’re angry with me… you’re trying to get to me, aren’t you?” she asked, without causing another shadow to play over the walls.
This time someone was standing next to the small dresser, against the wall.
“No matter what you do…, you’ve got light… pajamas on… whoever that is, they’d… be able to see you… no matter what you do…” she struggled to whisper to herself, shaking in her clothes, seeing the figure standing in the darkness.
Whoever it was, he or she was keeping a close eye on Lindsay; not making any false moves and just biding time!
There was another lightning strike. Lindsay heard it, but knew far too well that she couldn’t move for it, he or she would know she was there.
As the intense light ripped through the darkness, it flashed to where the dark figure was standing – just waiting, waiting to get her. There in the darkness, figuring that she had not seen!
The light was bright in her eyes, but she still didn’t flinch; she kept her concentration and just as the light was to blind it.
“What? This is where I forgot the coat-pole!” she said, the light showed there was nothing immediate to worry about.
The only thing that scared her now was the continuous pressure crack that she heard, coming from her door.
“They’re either closing the door or checking if I’m on my way…” she told herself – she knew she would wet herself if she didn’t move to the bathroom, “I wish I could hold more… isn’t the worst time to have a full bladder!” she thought in utter disgust, looking intently at the coat-pole – still unsure she did see them as they were!
Only then did she move again, briskly walking the few steps to the bathroom.
“Do you leave it open… getting out fast? Or… do you lock it, what if they popped in through the window? How would you get out if they storm you?” she wondered, but then they need to go, won out – leaving her, leaving the door as it was; halfway open!
As soon as she got herself set.
The ice-cold seat!
The sudden shock!
The cold, reaching right to her heart!
The fear… what if Roland walked in!
Everything stopped, she just needed to get going and out there!
Hiding her actions, she took some of the toilet-paper, dropping it on top of the water; muffling any sounds – hiding her from anyone!
This time the wind and the lighting ripped just past the window. The wind was doing everything it could, in getting inside!
“I just hope that the bathroom would survive the night.” Lindsay prayed while the wind kept on pounding the wall.
She couldn’t relax.
She couldn’t let it go.
It was so hard to relieve herself; she was so close, and yet she might have been downstairs, just getting up from the couch!
“Why don’t you just open the tap?” she heard a strange voice inside her mind ask, trying her best at relaxing!
Lindsay opened her eyes, moving just a bit and just barely reached the tap. She had to concentrate, to hear the water flow. The moment it ran, the hail fell intensely!
With the wind, it hit the house with all kinds of ferocity – hitting the window as hard as the wind to could slam the falling hail into it!
“That’s just great, a few seconds earlier and the tap wouldn’t have mattered!” she thought angrily for the first time.
Thinking of something else helped her greatly, her stress level released and she was able to relax to the point of letting go.
“Wow… I wonder if boys feel the pressure release as we do ourselves?” she smiled, done fast enough – having made short work of getting out of there!
Barely splashing her hands, she didn’t wait for warm water. Rubbing her hands on the towel, she moved slowly to the door. Before she took hold of it, it started to crack open by itself!
She stood there in utter terror!
They had planned their attack well!
There was nowhere for her to go, they are coming for her!
“How… what… I need to…” the thoughts ran through her mind, none of them helped at all, getting her out of there; “How in… where now…”
The door kept on opening and there was louder crack after louder crack!
None of them increased, but with her heightened senses; her whole body experienced every single moment with intense clarity!
Be that as it may…
“They’re almost inside! What…what…” she still struggled to plan for what might come.
Although she just used the toilet, she could feel that very soon she would wet herself!
Another intense crack in the effortless motion while the door moved.
Lindsay’s mouth once more was dry. She couldn’t swallow, if they did walk in there she couldn’t even shout for help!
She was alone in there, and she was in trouble.
“What, what will… I do…” she shook so badly, that the strength in her legs dissipated, dropping to the floor.
Her head was bowed, with the final crack ripping through her – “The door is hard to open… it doesn’t just blow open… it doesn’t just swing…” she whispered inside her mind, unable to come to any other explanation!
“There’s no wind in here, I cannot feel anything on my face.” she said softly, tears now freely rolled over her cheeks.
She heard something scratching, coming inside. She could hear some strange breathing. She could feel there was a presence inside the bathroom with her!
She wasn’t alone!
Something was there inside with her!
They were coming for her!
There were more than one scratching sound!
There was more than one of them!
There was a strange smell!
It was… it was.
Bruno happily walked up to her, licking her hand.
“HAA… they’ve got me!” Lindsay screamed inside her – not sure if she could fight them off, even if she wanted to.
She felt Bruno jumping up at her. She looked, seeing her little dog looking at her. He wasn’t sure why it was that she was there in the bathroom, not going to her room and why he had to wait for her.
“You scared me… out of my blood-type!” she told him, taking the dog, holding him close, still shaking with the fear of moments ago; “Come now, let’s get to bed…” she tried her best to put on a brave face – “They, they snuck past Bruno, so he doesn’t know a thing, who would be able to stop them?” she wondered, while the weather turned foul once more.
LINDSAY DIDN’T holds onto Bruno good enough. Before she knew it, at the door, he darted downstairs. He was going to get a drink or something to eat.
“Bruno… come…” she wanted to stop him, but he was gone.
She looked out the door; more shadows were playing on the wall than should be possible. She looked everywhere she could, but there was no way of knowing.
“You better get to your room!” she told herself, knowing far too well that she had to leave the door open or Bruno would wake everyone.
With the first step Lindsay took outside the bathroom, each step she walked closer to her room; there was a thunderous roar outside the house, each step she took. When she stopped and waited, the thunderous roar also stopped.
Stopping and listening, “There’s no way that this can be!” not hearing another thunder strike anywhere close to the house.
“Let’s see…” she smiled and jumped, the instant her feet came down; there were two distinct thunderous strikes, both imitated her unmatched foot impacts.
She stood there, feeling her blood pumping ice-cold through her veins. She was shocked once more. She was snow-white in the face, for there were no other strikes or thunderous roars outside. She didn’t move a muscle!
“This cannot be! There cannot be such a thing!” she tried convincing herself.
Lindsay stepped from there, she heard with every footstep she took; there was a massively loud thunderous roar outside. Lindsay stood with both feet separate from the other. Continuously moving only one. She was almost doing a split, a light one, but it was heading that way – sliding her feet away from each other.
There was no thunderous strike this time, but then Lindsay heard there was a massively deep sound heading their way.
“What now… Get your butt to the door!” she shouted at herself, while the sound reached up to the house, she jumped for the door, Bruno sparked past her into the room before she slammed the door shut!
The thunderous roaring sound erupted right over the house. Within all of this, each step that she took inside her room; she heard each lighting sound that accompanied her moves.
Then, suddenly, a thunderous roar truly erupted over the house, this time it felt like an earthquake from above!
Lindsay dropped to the floor, pressing her hands over her ears!
Bruno darted underneath the bed, but then even his courage gave out, and he was almost underneath Lindsay as fast he could!
“Stop! Stop this! Stop!” she shouted at the top of her voice, while her entire room shook with the rest of the house.
She was the only one awake, with Bruno that is, in the house. Not one of the rest woke-up and nothing more registered the intense haunting thunderous sound, erupting right on top of them!
“Come on Bruno; you’re a good, brave doggy.” Lindsay said, taking hold of the dog while both lay there in their curled-up fetal position.
The ripping thunderous roar lasted the best part of half a minute, then all of a sudden there was no sound and for the time being Lindsay was not only disorientated – but she was deaf from the intense roar from nature!
“What, do they want to kill me all of a sudden?” Lindsay only then started moving slowly – hearing wind, rain or hail; the storm sounded to have dissipated.
She looked at the window, not that she could see any difference for it was still dark.
“Have they given up or what?” she asked, not sure what she should do.
Getting up, she felt that her legs were still wobbly. She saw that Bruno wasn’t that brave, darting underneath the bed again!
Within in the darkness, suddenly Lindsay swore she saw another figure – waiting, looking and planning.
She immediately turned, walking two steps – without any lightning strikes this time. She hit the foot-end of the bed.
“Okay, now you need to get to the drawer.” she told herself, not sure if they’d understand what she said,
“Get a move on, they might be in here!” she shouted in herself, “Bruno came to the bathroom, there was something; even luckily for you – it wasn’t one of them!” she thought, moving down the side of the bed.
Lindsay hit her knee on the one corner of the drawer. Dropping to the floor immediately, biting back the terrible pain. She had to hide the pain as best she could, needing to move; getting halfway up then pulling at the drawer.
“Come now, they’re almost on top of us!” she told herself, this time speaking aloud.
She scanned through the drawer and realized the flashlight was not close enough. Reaching with her arm all the way, she found what she was looking for.
“Okay… now we’ll see where you are!” she almost wanted to scream, she switched on the flashlight, hitting it lightly in her hand-palm, then scanned the room.
There was no one in there with her. Still, she couldn’t shake what she felt was so strong. The last time it was Bruno inside the bathroom, giving her this feeling.
She made sure that there was no one. She looked everywhere she could. Behind the curtains. She even opened the closet, very carefully and slowly. She was once more breathing hard, stressed and worried; for the only thing she could hear was that Bruno was growling from underneath the bed. There was something wrong!
Before she finished with her sweep, the batteries gave out, and once more there she stood in the darkness of the early morning.
“Come on, not now! I’m not finished!” she wanted to scream hysterically, hitting the flashlight in her hand again – only this time it didn’t work!
There was little she could do, and trying her best in seeing, what once more lay hidden from her sight. The thunder roared again when the storm suddenly returned as if it knew.
“I should get under the bed with you buddy.” she said softly, for the time still hearing poor Bruno growling.
Lindsay moved, falling over her school bag, lying in the middle of her room on the floor.
“Better move! If I sleep by daybreak, they might not be here. Me neither…” she encouraged herself, not hearing the words she spoke.
There were far too many shadows where none should be. She just had to know!
“You better not get into bed, with any of them here with you! You’d not wake-up in your bed! You wouldn’t be here!” she ordered herself, doing everything she could, assuring they were gone.
There was another roaring ripping thunderous explosion right over the house. Inside her room, every single thing shook with the intensity of the loudness ripped through everything. At this moment she heard more than one of the pictures on the staircase taking a tumble.
“Oh… that’s just great!” she thought, stumbling toward the door, opening it just a bit and heard the last of the dislodged pictures, glass shattering as they ended up at the bottom of the stairs.
“Luckily I’m not there.”
While as her back was turned, with the immense sounds of the storm dissipating; she hears something else inside the room.
“No… they’ve waited for me to get in here… what now?” she screamed with a high-pitched voice as thunderous, in her mind as the storm which just dissipated!
With only the flashlight in hand, she spun around. She tried her best in looking into the vast darkness. But to no avail, there was nothing she could see!
One step into the room and with no wind in the room, the door slammed shut!
All the hair on her body stood up!
Lindsay was almost in an experiment, for her long hair didn’t touch her body. It was highly charged, standing in all direction!
“NO! How?” she shouted while the sound of the slammed door ripped through her.
For a moment she was set in stone, not moving, almost not breathing!
“How could they be in here? How?” her mind tried desperately to phantom any possibility!
Still, her mind was racing. Bruno was growling even deeper. There was a sudden cold on her back. She wanted with all her might to move, but wasn’t possible for the time being!
Then came the very faint crack of the door, even though it was so soft, it ripped even more through the room than anything loud.
There was no other sound to be heard.
There was no wind outside.
There was no rain.
There was no thunder.
There was no lighting!
With the very last bit of courage Lindsay could muster in herself, she spun around. She held the flashlight in hand, ready to strike at anything there, willing to reach out to her!
“Haa!” her worried cry came from her mouth, it wasn’t intense for she didn’t concentrate on giving it ample voice.
She couldn’t see a thing and stepped forward to make sure there wasn’t something wrong. Looking at the door, testing it, she relaxed just a little, holding onto the flashlight, ready for any attack.
“I’ll get you…, whoever you are!” she said loudly.
Only, just when her arm relaxed with the flashlight against her leg, another massive lighting strike ripped past her window – illuminating the entire room!
She was facing the door head on, and at that same moment, even the last life of the flashlight came back to life.
Everything was ready and willing at the same moment!
With the loud lightning strike, her echoing roaring scream only engulfed her room. Not only scaring her but then the growling Bruno suddenly fell quite himself.
“There it stands! It’s real! It’s coming for me!” she screamed aloud, not only seeing this beastly figure before her but then she smelled it, and she could feel the presence inside her room – “It is here!” she wailed still!
The intensity of this realization was so immense that she wanted to wet herself!
She could barely keep conscious. The flashlight, dead again dropped from her hand.
It hit the floor before she did when the strength in her legs gave way.
The realization, “It is here! They’re coming for me! MOMMIE!” she could only but scream this echoing fear in her mind!
She had passed out only second before.
The shocking fear was far too much for her to handle!
Lindsay dropped to the floor, lying stretched out. There was nothing more for her mind to do, when and if she woke-up – she might not even be on Earth
The only thing the mind can do, from being totally destroyed is to completely shut down and try its best in safeguarding the situation!
Bruno knew she lay on the floor; he was far too scared himself, crawling very cautiously to her. He would not be any match for whatever shocked her unconscious, but then she was his owner, and all he could do was to lie on top of her.
The poor little dog would keep an eye on the door, waiting until the morning – keeping an eye on her in the door-sized mirror.
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