needs immediate help. It was weak, but there was definitely pain.
"I'm comin ', babe!" She called, and charged up the stairs two steps at a time.
When she reached the top, she rushed down the hallway and threw the bedroom door open. She quickly surveyed the room, first looking at the computer on the right and moving left.
The monitors presented an error screen, which cast a hazy blue glow upon the room. Eddie's chair sat on its side, which accounted for the noise she'd heard but where was Eddie? She didn't see him standing in any of the light or hunched in the soft shadows. She was certain she heard him up here, though.
"Eddie, are you okay?" She said, "Where are you?"
She stepped into the room, and the soft carpet slithered between her toes. The room was hotter than usual, and a bit humid, too. A soft sweat made her skin slimy, but she felt a cold chill ride an icy bullet into her spine.
"Eddie?" She said.
From the left side of the room, there was an audible garble of sound much like the growl of a vicious dog. She didn't remember Eddie owning any animals. In fact, he once told her that he had a black thumb when it came to keeping them alive. So , what was that noise, she wondered.
She took another step into the room, reached right, and flicked on the light. The cool white LED instantly brightened the room, which revealed the thing she'd heard. Hunched in the back left corner was a massive beast. It appeared to be some kind of canine creature, except with strong human muscular features. It had a short snout, covered in some kind of clear slime, and its skin was dark grey and leathery. A long lizard-like tail swayed behind it as the creature looked at her. Its eyes reflected the light with silver irises, and it growled again, bearing sharp jagged teeth, the kind fit for one purpose only. To tear and consume flesh.
Maggie felt faint, but fought the urge to lose consciousness. She grabbed the door and slammed it shut as the creature moved around the bed. She rushed back down the hallway, the balls of her feet stamping hard against the wood floor. When she reached the stairs, she heard the creature claw at the door.
She made her way down the stairs, nearly falling several times. When she reached the bottom, she heard the sound of splintering and cracking wood followed by the heavy scamper of the creature as it tromped down the corridor.
She headed straight through the kitchen, first thinking she should grab a knife but then decided to pass it altogether to get the hell out of the house. She reached for the door leading to the backyard, and pushed her way into the cold foggy night.
As Maggie crossed through the cool wet grass, she looked back at the house. The kitchen door swung wide, but the creature didn't seem to follow her. Perhaps, she thought, it lost interest in her. Knowing of the many horror movies Eddie made her watch, she knew it would be foolish to assume that it'd gone.
She was right. A soft growl startled her, and she looked into the fog. Just ahead, two silver orbs seemed to float disembodied along the ground. As they neared, however, the fog parted and revealed the creature. She turned to run, but it swiped her legs. Her feet tangled together, and she fell to the ground.
She tried to scramble up, but the creature leapt onto her back. It held her down as it leaned close to sniff her neck. It chuffed contentedly as fear pushed tears from her eyes. She tried to cry for help but it only escaped as hoarse wheezes. The creature growled again, and finally sunk its teeth into her soft neck.
The Eyes of Death
The clouds turned the day dark, but it was already much darker. The breeze swept in from the west, caressed my arms, and kissed my lips. A cold rain drizzled from the sky as if the heavens wept for the man in the window. I, too, felt the urge to shed my own tears, but I couldn't. I knew the day would only come to be much worse, and I couldn't relent to my emotions just yet.
He and I
Matt Christopher, Stephanie Peters