The walk home - pt.5 Final
My hands were a shield to the horrors I had witnessed. I pressed them against my face and through the fingers seeped my tears. My sobbing died slowly and as it did, I took away my hands to find I was in a familiar surrounding. I was home.Inside my kitchen I knelt. a soft orange glow from a light above me lit up cupboards, shelves, a table and chairs and various pots tidily stacked. Had it all been some horrific nightmare?
I stood up on shaky knees, my body ached. I touched my hand to my head and felt a small, painful lump where I must've hit it when I fell before. I looked outside the kitchen window, It was still night, all was quiet. I breathed in deep and sighed. Everything seemed normal. I could not explain the events that had previously happened but only put them down as a result of hitting my head. Perhaps I had crawled my way here and fell into some sleep. My throat was parched, my mouth dry and so I poured myself a glass of cool water. I felt nauseous so I took small sips. I should call someone.
A wireless phone sat on top of a small freezer. I reached out my hand but just before taking it I hesitated. I feared what could talk back to me. My hesitation was brief and I began to chide myself for such silly fancies. This had clearly been some sort of concussion or side effect of my head wound. I should call and get help. I grabbed the phone and began to call a friend, perhaps a medical service would be best but right now all I wanted to hear was a familiar voice, something normal. I dialed the number and put the phone to my ear. I heard the dialing tone, then silence. The lights in my kitchen began to flicker and then I was plunged into blackness. I dropped the phone. It clattered at my feet. In a panic I stumbled past chairs to get to the light switch, flicking it up and down but to no avail. I stood and listened. Silence.
I opened the kitchen door which lead into the hallway. A dark corridor presented itself before me and at the end of it a white door. I sensed something was nearby and began to shake uncontrollably. Then I heard the breathing sound, that same awful wailing sigh from my nightmare. The door began to open. I began to mutter obscenities under my breath, the shaking worsened and I fell to my knees. A luminous tendril reached behind the door, glowing in the black, pushing the door open. My mouth foamed in madness. They are here, there is no escape.
Short story by ttius
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Written on 2014-09-04 at 14:59
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