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“What was that?!” I ask myself.
Flash. There it was again. I slowly drew back the covers and crept towards the window. Click. I unlatched and pushed the window up, slowly. I don't want to be caught. That was the best thing about the living in the attic. I can sneak a peak at any commotion.
“What was that?!” I muttered on an exhaled to be discrete.
The bushes were rustling. Wind, definitely the wind or maybe even one of the local cats. They are always ruling the streets after everyone has gone to sleep. There it was again. I strained my eyes, staring at that one spot. Were my eyes being fooled? A dark figured emerged, dashing from the bushes and vaulting over the fence into my next door neighbour’s back garden.
“What was that?!” a third time I had asked myself this tonight.
A robber? Probably. I've never seen any of the locals that athletic before. Another vault. He was in my garden now. It ran. It was out of my view. Did it go to the front? I turned. Creeping quietly as I could. My heart banging against my rib cage. Tap. Tap. Is it in the house? I couldn't bring myself to make a sound. I reached for the nearest heaviest thing. A shoe. Great.
Faster and faster my heart pounded. Heavier and heavier my breathes became. Closer and closer I edged downstairs. Tap. Tap. There it was again. It wasn't from within the house. Yet. Bottom of the stairs now. Tap. Tap. It grew louder. Where was it coming from? Tap. Tap. The window. I squeezed into the gap between the sofa and the window. Tap. Tap. Again. Tap. Tap. Does it know? Tap. Tap. The tempo rose. My heart rate increased with it. I had to open the curtains. I had to get this person to leave.
Whoosh.
The tapping had stopped. There was nothing there, was I going mad? It must have been something trapped. This gave me some comfort.
“WHAT IS THAT?!” I shouted.
A face twice as long as my own, with long, slanted, black eyes was staring at me now. It was like staring into the abyss. I fell backwards over the sofa with shock. That cold, pale face locked with my own. Darkness surrounded me. My vision fading. Except for that face.
“What was that?!” panting and drenched with sweat.
I looked around. My room. Was it a dream?
Flash. There it was again. I slowly drew back the covers and crept towards the window. Click. I unlatched and pushed the window up, slowly. I don't want to be caught. That was the best thing about the living in the attic. I can sneak a peak at any commotion.
“What was that?!” I muttered on an exhaled to be discrete.
The bushes were rustling. Wind, definitely the wind or maybe even one of the local cats. They are always ruling the streets after everyone has gone to sleep. There it was again. I strained my eyes, staring at that one spot. Were my eyes being fooled? A dark figured emerged, dashing from the bushes and vaulting over the fence into my next door neighbour’s back garden.
“What was that?!” a third time I had asked myself this tonight.
A robber? Probably. I've never seen any of the locals that athletic before. Another vault. He was in my garden now. It ran. It was out of my view. Did it go to the front? I turned. Creeping quietly as I could. My heart banging against my rib cage. Tap. Tap. Is it in the house? I couldn't bring myself to make a sound. I reached for the nearest heaviest thing. A shoe. Great.
Faster and faster my heart pounded. Heavier and heavier my breathes became. Closer and closer I edged downstairs. Tap. Tap. There it was again. It wasn't from within the house. Yet. Bottom of the stairs now. Tap. Tap. It grew louder. Where was it coming from? Tap. Tap. The window. I squeezed into the gap between the sofa and the window. Tap. Tap. Again. Tap. Tap. Does it know? Tap. Tap. The tempo rose. My heart rate increased with it. I had to open the curtains. I had to get this person to leave.
Whoosh.
The tapping had stopped. There was nothing there, was I going mad? It must have been something trapped. This gave me some comfort.
“WHAT IS THAT?!” I shouted.
A face twice as long as my own, with long, slanted, black eyes was staring at me now. It was like staring into the abyss. I fell backwards over the sofa with shock. That cold, pale face locked with my own. Darkness surrounded me. My vision fading. Except for that face.
“What was that?!” panting and drenched with sweat.
I looked around. My room. Was it a dream?
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A short based on a dream I've had a few times.
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