Thing in the Night
By Freya Wilde
At night, you look outside, and you see the silhouette of something like a giant rock troll, or something; taller than a single story dwelling, and wide around as a car. After a few nights of getting up nervously at three in the morning to relieve yourself, and every night when you get up to urinate and you can’t help but peek out the window you see it.
You don’t believe it at first, you think its just your imagination, but the fourth or fifth night, it comes right at the window where you’re standing and you see it, the monster in all its terrifying detail. And you scream in horror as you back away from the window. You run back to your bedroom, lock the door, shiver with your gun under the covers.
The next day you tell everyone who will listen, but no one listens, they think you’re nuts, so you stop telling anyone. After a brief shocked time you decide to make a plan. The thing in the night is not going to get you, you will make a plan.
That night, you decide to take pictures, to prove the thing in the night is real.
And you get more guns, because you are also planning to shoot the monster. It just can’t be out there, scaring you to death. Perhaps its going to attack you eventually, you don’t know, all you know is it can’t be out there in the night out the window horrifying you when you get up to use the toilet.
So there you are, its dark but you’ve got a couple candles lit, your guns lined up, the night camera ready, you’re ready for the monster.
Its nearing three am, you cuss, “Come on you son of a bitch, let’s get this over with.” Your hands shake when you pull the curtains back to look.
“Oh fuck!” You shout. The monster’s face is pressed against the window. You shoot, but in your panic you miss and now the bullets have smashed the glass. With a whooshing sound the biggest arm you’ve ever seen swoops in and
through the window grabs you by your arm, pulling you out into the dark with it.
Your guns and cameras did you no good after all.
As you scream it drags you by one arm into the woods next to your house. Branches scratch your face and most of the time you’re flying behind the monster it is moving so fast, only a few times do your feet manage to touch the ground for purchase on the uneven woodland turf.
Grunting, the monster finally slows then stops, dropping you to the ground.
You look up, and see at least a dozen strange greenish too large eyes examining you. You count six or seven of the monsters, all equally terrifying and huge staring at you where you are trembling as you kneel before them. Everything is smudged with the smell of blood and ashes.
“What do you want!” you scream.
None of them answer you.
The monster who’d captured you built a fire and shortly you are hoisted above the flames, cooked, and eaten.
Goodnight and happy dreams. The End