It’s the middle of the night before another thought enters my mind.
“CRACK, BANG” the noise knocked me out of my dreamless sleep. And I fly up as I hear the banding again.- it’s coming from the bedroom. I could hear things moving in the other room. – shifting. I suddenly get the feeling that I'm not alone.
A breeze of coldness came through a small opening of the closet door. It sends shivers down my spine. luckily the lights are still on in the bedroom. I slowly crawl to the door to peek through.
“CRACK” I jump back deeper into the closet. Was that louder then before? My mind races through the house, and everything I know about it. But I’m too tired; I can’t remember everything that would make that sound. Another breeze sores through the doorway. I try harder to think about my room and what’s in there that could crack, bang or pop for that matter.
I keep my eyes on the little slit of light through the doorway. -Waiting to see if something or someone walks past it. What will I do if someone is there? I think in horror.
I search around me but the only thing around me is clothes and shoes.... shoes! I look closer at the shoes. Digging at them really. There isn’t many dress shoes. Not that I would ever ware high heals, but they sure would come in handy while I'm poking someone’s eye out or something. The only heal shoes were ones with big bulky heals. So I grab the next best thing- A big bulky boot. Maybe I could hit hard enough to knock them out?
I slowly make my way to the door just as another “crack” hits again in the bedroom. I peek out into the room, holding the boot in my right hand, readying to swing if needed. Another breeze hits my face as I lean closer to the door. Nothing has been moved in the room. At least not that I can tell from the view I'm in . – I’m still kneeling low, as I hunch over to see around. Not sure what I could kill with my boot… I stand up slowly.
My blood races cold through my body, as I stand there waiting for what ever is out there to come into view. But nothing comes, just another crack and breeze.
“You can do this.” I whisper. You can! I raise the boot and hold it with both hands over my head. Feeling a little ridiculous; I slowly open the door with my elbow. The breeze storms in with vengeance, caughting the closet door along its way. I stand there frozen, looking like an idiot with my boot in the air. - but I don't move.
My eyes fly around the room, as I prepare myself for the endeavor attack. But it doesn't come. I turn back and forth. I'm ready. I think. ready… ready to…. To…. Boot someone.
But no one is there. My breathing becomes slower. When I see the window above the desk is open. I check the room one more time to confirm I'm alone. But before I can scan the room fully, a gust of wind knocks be backwards.
I stumbled two steps back and then hear.
"CRACK"- the tree outside hits the side of the house, almost violently. I relax my arms but keep the boot in my right hand as I walk into the bedroom.
The photo frames on the dresser are knocked over, and the flower calendar on the wall is whipping around in the wind. The alarm clock has fallen onto the floor.
Still not sure if I am alone; I look behind myself just to make sure. I move to the window. I didn’t even realize it was open last night. Was it open?
Once I look around the room one more time. I put the boot on the desk and reach up to close it. I pull it downwards towards me and struggle to do it. I only manage to get it half way before the wind blows hard again. Making the tree hit the side of the house. I duck out of the way, but the branch still catches my hand with a "wack"
Stupid tree. I cradle my hand as I watch the wind blow in and out of the trees on the street. The tree across the street are folding over, and someone’s garbage can is rolling down the street.
I pull the window completely shut and lock it into the frame. I watch the trees dance a little longer and then notice something move in the shadow of the street light. Something that isn’t right with the storm. It’s strong enough to stand without being knocked over. I look closer; it’s hard to see past the tree in our yard. But whatever it is, it didn’t move far.
A Man. He’s hard to see. He looks like he’s dressed all in black, and he has dark black hair. Its his face I see through the window. The street light makes his white skin shine in the darkness, although not much of his skin is showing. I can only make out his eye. Their staring right at me.
Something about him makes my blood rushes cold and my body starts to scream to run. But where would I go? He is watching me. Captivate I stand there frozen looking out the window at him. Well, almost frozen, I manage to slowly reach down and pick up my boot. But I don’t take my eyes off of him.
He takes a step onto the street and moves closer to the house. I grab my boot even tighter. He only takes three steps forward when a car drives past him; pushing him backwards a little. My heart starts to race. As his eyes leaves mine and heads towards the car pulling into the driveway of the house. The house I am in!
A tall large man climbs out of the car and run into to the house. He doesn’t even notice the dark man in the shadows. I can’t see much of man runing, but I’m sure it’s Wade. Stephanie said he’d be working late. I shift back to the man across the street. But he isn’t where I left him. I scan the front yard.-nothing. Across the street, down the street, there is nothing. The dark man isn’t there. I can hear in the distance the front door close. I hold my breath as I try to listen.
“Burr” a voice from the hall say softly, just as the tree whacks the side of the house again. He takes off his shoes near the front door and makes his way up the stairs on the other side of the house. “That’s Wade for sure.” I whisper in relief. I try to calm myself. But it’s not working, my heart is still pounding.
I keep looking outside of the window, but I still can’t see much. I run over to the light and flip it off. -hoping I'll see farther down the street with the light off. Really hoping I'll see the dark man walking away.
I head back to the window with my boot in the air. I can see more detail in the darkness, but no lurking dark man to be seen. I'm not sure how long I stood there… twenty, thirty minutes maybe? -I don’t see him again. My body becomes weaker and sleeper by the minute. I feel sore from sleeping on the floor, and cold air in the room is still giving me goose bumps. I take the boot and climb into bed. Trying to keep my eyes open and aware, but it isn’t long before the melody of the wind swept the darkness away, and the evil with it.
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