Humming a tune that I heard on the radio from my drive home, I walk up to the door leading to my small one bedroom house. Work today went longer than intended, so by the time I got off, the streets were near empty and the temperature was much cooler. The cold air nipped at my exposed arms and I silently cursed not bringing a coat with me.
Its mid-September in the little town of Mayberry and although rather warm during the day, the temperature drops drastically once the sun goes down the horizon. I shivered again and jammed my key in the old lock, twisting and shoving, trying to get the damn thing open. The house itself was built in the thirties; including all the windows and hardware.
The place has its quirks, for sure, but it’s home.
Finally getting the door open, I stepped through the threshold and sighed once the familiar smell and warm air met my tired sore body, my shoulders almost instantly loosening up.
A soft and furry thing wrapped its way around my ankle and I laughed aloud at the tickling feeling of Angel’s tail. Looking down I was met with my sweet cat, Angel, her white and brown mixed fur rubbing against my leg in a repeated fashion. I stooped down and swept her off the old hardwood floor, all of my anxieties and worries escaping me as her soft purrs vibrate against my throat.
“Sorry I was gone for so long, Angel kitty, the boss man needed me to close up,” I whispered to her, petting behind her ear. She answered by blinking her deep blue eyes, rubbing the side of her head on my hand.
“I wasn’t expecting him to keep the store open until ten though.” She stared back at me, “Yeah, tell me about it. What time is it anyway?”
I walked to the kitchen and peeked at the clock on the oven.
A long sigh escaped me as I set Angel on the floor, going to where her food is bucket is and pouring it into her bowl. I checked to make sure she’s good on water and nodded my head in satisfaction, putting out a little catnip on the side for her.
She meowed loudly, thanking me for her dinner, and walked to her food, purring as she ate. I smiled at the spoiled kitty and walked to the refrigerator to pull out something I can make for dinner.
Grapefruit, cucumbers, mustard, sour cream, lemons, milk, and a ridiculous amount of condiments. I sighed loudly, “I want a steak and mashed potatoes so bad right now.”
Opening the old white door wider, I grabbed the grapefruit, cucumbers, and the other fixings for some ranch dip.
I’m sure I have a packet of the Hidden Ranch Valley somewhere.
I glanced over at the clock once I finished prepping my “dinner” and saw that it’s already eleven thirty-five. A large yawn escaped me making Angel look up at me momentarily.
I stared back at her, “What?”
She stared a few seconds longer and then went back to her catnip. I shook my head and grabbed a plate and napkin, making my way over to the old white couch my dad bought me for my house warming gift. I grabbed a blanket and threw it on the couch before sitting down, being sure not to drop any food. I have yet to stain this couch, and I am intending to keep it that way.
Sitting down on the couch I got comfy, reaching over and grabbing the remote. I sat there for a moment, scrolling through channels when I suddenly got a strange feeling of paranoia in my chest, like someone was watching me. I tried to shake it off, but I was to no prevail.
I looked around the living room. All the doors were shut, most of my lights were on, all doors were locked, all blinds were-
Wait, the kitchen sink blind is open.
I mentally cursed myself for not shutting them before I left for work, knowing all too well that I despise getting close to windows at night. It’s always been a strange fear of mine. When I was little I would make my dad go around the house and close all the blinds before going to bed. And when I hit high school I would close my curtains right after sunset so I wouldn’t forget about it. There is just something about the absolute eeriness of looking outside your window at night, not knowing what’s out there. Not knowing where to look or what to see.
Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it can’t see you.
I shook my head of the thoughts and set my food down next to me, Angel was sleeping peacefully in the chair next to the couch, and I couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness.
Seeing her all curled up definitely helped some of my anxieties.
I walked briskly over to the window and without hardly even looking, grabbed the curtains and whipped them shut, walking back over to my couch. I sat down with a sigh, doing a quick double take before nestling back down and grabbing my already half eaten grapefruit.
I finished the grapefruit in a matter of seconds, my eyes still glued to the tv.
But suddenly my eye lids felt heavy and the couch seemed to get even more comfortable. I know I need to go to my room and brush my teeth, and comb my hair, and sleep in the nice comfy bed of mine but it was like I was dead bolted to the couch, the warm thick blanket on top of me not allowing me to get out, but I was okay with it. I was exhausted from the long day at work.
I don’t even remember falling asleep.
I woke with a start, my heart pounding at the loud noise that was ricocheting through the living room. I sat up suddenly, my head spinning and my heart feeling like it was going to jump out of my chest.
I looked down at my phone.
I snapped my head up from my phone, the loud bang that woke me up before, starting up again.
Each knock sent me shaking with the impact. I clutched my phone to my chest, Angel nowhere in sight. My stomach twisted and twisted until it felt like it couldn’t anymore. I don’t know who’s at the door or why but there is in no way in hell I’m opening it.
I grabbed the metal baseball bat that was resting beside my tv and positioned it in my hands. In the two years I’ve lived on my own I have never had the need to use it.
I hope to god I won’t have to tonight.
I crept forward the door, the banging still loud and scary, and positioned the bat in my hand. I was just about to dial 911 when the banging stopped. I froze in my tracks, thankful I had no windows around the front door, and walked forward again, doing a silent prayer that the floors won’t creak. I checked the time.
I dropped my arms to my side in confusion, my heart still beating a hundred miles an hour.
Is it a killer?
Is it a crazy person?
Is it someone who needs help?
Is it Hannah Montana?
No, no, definitely not someone who needs help.
I waited a few more moments at the door, and then let out a sigh of relief when no more pounds bangs came.
“Well, I’m not getting any sleep tonight, that’s for sure.”
I laughed when I heard Angel’s sweet meow from below me, her sweet self coming into view. “Let’s just hope they won’t come back,” I said breathlessly.
“Oh, they will.”
A loud scream passed my lips as the voice whispered into my ear causing me to drop my phone and the bat. I didn’t even look behind me before stupidly running up the stairs, knowing damn well I wouldn’t be able to escape the intruder if I hid in my bathroom. But I wasn’t thinking, I was in sheer panic mode.
Who the fuck is in my house? How did they get in?
Terror coursed through my veins when I heard a low chuckle from behind me but I wasn’t looking back, I needed to get into a safe room. My small cries echoed from wall to wall as I ran down the hallway to get to my tiny bathroom, footsteps thundering behind me. As soon as I made it to the room I slammed the door shut with all my might, the hinges creaking against the impact. With shaky hands, I quickly locked the door and jammed the same table beside the sink underneath it. A few pill bottles and lotion fell onto the floor from my panicked movements from earlier but I could care less. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I realized I was now stuck in my bathroom, with a crazy serial killer blocking my exit.
I cried, and cried, and cried, pulling at my hair when I heard loud footsteps nearing the door.
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” I whispered harshly. I put a hand over my heart, my hand thumping against my chest at an unhealthy rate. I couldn’t breathe.
I looked around me for something I could to protect myself if he somehow managed to break through the door. My eyes snapped to the window and I almost cried in relief when I realized I still had a possible way out.
How did he even get in?
Where’s my cat?
What if he kills me?
A thousand questions were running through my head but I couldn’t think like that. I needed to find a way to either A; get out, or B; hurt him well enough that I could run past him.
I was in flight or fight mode.
I grabbed the thick curling iron under my sink and plugged it up, pushing the temperature button to the highest it could get.
In case he tries to get in, put it against the doorknob. The glass will heat and burn his hand.
I set the rod to where it was facing the old glass knob and left it there, watching the tip of the glass turn a bright red.
I am not helpless. I am not stupid. I am brave. My daddy taught me right.
I looked around me for more things and saw my shower curtain. An idea popped into my head and I yanked it off the rod quickly, the metal holders falling onto the floor.
The top floor isn’t that high off the ground, if I tie the curtain to the towel holder, I could open the window and squeeze through it.
“Come out. I’m not going to hurt you.” The voice said slowly.
“Bullshit!” I screamed. Like hell he won’t hurt me.
“I won’t. Open the door so we can talk.” I scoffed, tears still running down my cheeks.
Opening my window slowly, I tied the curtain to the towel holder and pushed it out.
“Take whatever you want! Leave me alone! I didn’t see a face so I can’t tell the police!” I yelled back, trying to divert his attention.
“I don’t want any of your things, dear.” It replied.
I looked out the window, the curtain ending five or so feet above the ground.
“Please leave! Take anything! Please don’t hurt me! All of my money is in the jar above my dresser in the room beside you!” I was still crying hysterically but my brain was elsewhere. I had to get out.
“I don’t want your money, I don’t want your prized possessions, and I certainly do not want your cat.” The deep voice replied. For some strange reason, the voiced calmed my nerves, it was deep, masculine, not anything I would imagine. I felt a strange pull to stop my actions and listen more.
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?
I shook my head and began to wiggle my way out of the window.
I’m certainly losing it now. Getting turned by the voice that wants to kill me? Really great, Eden.
“Then why are you here?” I shouted back, my leg straddling the open window.
“I want you.” He replied.
That’s I had to hear to quicken my movements of getting out of the damn house. I wiggled down, tugging on the curtain and sighed in relief when my body was all the way out. Looking back at the door I snarled.
“Then come and get me.” I didn’t wait for a response before I was easing my way down the side of the house. I landed on the ground, my heart still thumping loudly, and turned around, booking it.
A loud bang echoed in my ears before a low painful scream was penetrating the air.
Welcome to my new story, Midnight! For the longest time I’ve wanted to write a werewolf story and now I have! I hope you guys will love it as much as I do!