It’s an icy, cold winter’s night… The lounge lights are dimmed as she sits snuggled on the couch watching a movie.
The volume on the tv is at a minimal and she’s really engrossed in what she’s watching.
Somewhere through the intensity of the movie, she sees from the corner of her eye, what she thinks is someone moving behind it.
She props herself up on the couch, pulls the throw covering her, closer to her chest and pauses the movie. She turns to the curtain to relook at what she thinks she saw. It was as still as anything.
Uncertain, she turns away and continues watching the adorable little baby girl on screen. Her mind keeps questioning what she thought she saw behind the curtain and she kept shrugging it off.
Being such an avid movie buff, her mind keeps going back to scenes from the movie Scream and from Series like Pretty Little Liars and Riverdale… she’s starting to get herself worked up and afraid.
Luckily she snaps out of it and realizes that it’s just probably the debris from the last few days floating around in her mind and she starts to focus on her movie again.
At half time, she’s in desperate need of using the loo and when she’s done, she pops into the kitchen to switch the kettle on, to top up her mug of steaming tea. Whilst standing in the kitchen in her pink flannel pjs, matching socks and beanie, she does cute little spins and twirls as she anticipates the sound of the kettle stopping. She tops up her tea and heads back to the lounge to settle down again.
All this time, she’s been having this eerie, dark feeling, almost frightening. She starts to look around and asks herself a few silly questions of about what could possibly be in her small, cozy home. She grins at her unease cynically and presses the play button on the remote to complete the next half of the movie.
Just minutes into watching, there it happens again… There’s something, someone moving behind the curtain. She clearly saw a tall figure move swiftly in the shadow of the curtain which also reflected on the shiny tiles of the lounge floor.
Okay this was enough to terrify her. She runs to the kitchen, pulls opened the drawer and grabs the largest knife she can, she then reaches into the bookshelf where her pepper spray stands and starts backing herself toward the kitchen door where the alarm system’s panic button is positioned.
As she picks her head up, and looks into the lounge, straight at the curtain with all her armor, she sees the shadow moving again. Her heart is pounding hard and fast and the fear is starting to make her feel lightheaded.
She knows she has to do something… fast!!!… She presses the silent panic alarm and starts to walk toward the lounge curtain, enveloped in dead silence.
She’s double-minded about whether to move further and then a surge of anger and unexplained energy and courage comes upon her, she positions her knife and spray and walks to the curtain…
She breathes deeply and with the tip of the knife to the curtain, she swipes it apart in one fast, accurate motion to expose what had been tormenting her for the past 45 minutes.
The knife and pepper spray can fell crashing to the ground as she looked up and right through the glass sliding door behind the curtain where she found the back yard tree swaying in the wind and casting its shadow onto the thin, organza lounge curtain.
As fast as she opened the curtain, she pulls them shut again and plonks herself back onto the couch to catch her breath.
Mid-breath, the security guards from the alarm company press the buzzer to the front door to check what is happening. Embarrassed, she explains what happened and apologizes for the inconvenience.
That was it!!!… She switched off everything and headed straight for bed… and she made sure she locked up properly… just in case!!!
She gets into bed and as she reaches to turn out the bedside lamp, she freezes with paralytic fear as she sees him standing in front of her.
The thing is… He shouldn’t be here… Because HE is DEAD!!!
Blogged By: Riona Balgobind