Ten minutes later the sound of laughter flittered through the air, Vivian sat up to attention
as she watched Dr. Jeffery and Jake walk in stride down he corridor. ?Vivian, your
husband is fine, you have no need to worry.? Dr. Jeffery smiled as they approached the top
of the stairs, Vivian?s gaze focused on her Jake, he looked normal, she thought, there was
no resemblance to the distant face of death that she had left behind upstairs, but still she
did not relax, something wasn?t right. Her eyes widened in terror as Jake?s eyes flashed.
?Look out!? she screamed to Dr. Jeffery but it was too late, Jake had already
swooped out a long, claw like arm raising the doctor high into the air before hurtling him
down onto the sharp steps of the staircase. His skull burst open with the sicken crunch of
bone, his lifeless body tumbled down the stairs leaving a trail of thick, warm blood behind
it. Vivian sprang from her chair and ran as fast as she could into the kitchen, grabbing a
small, sharpened knife from the counter where she had been preparing dinner earlier that
night, before returning to the dark foyer. Jake was gone. ?Jake.? she screamed, the noise
echoed
through the house. She reached the stairs. For a moment she stared down at the rumpled,
heap that was left of Dr. Jeffery, his face was mangled beyond recognition, his brain and
blood pooled around him. Vivian clutched at the knife in her right hand as she placed her
foot onto the stair and began to climb. The blood beneath her squished up through her
toes, the revolting sound of suction slurped as she moved her foot from step to step until
she had reached the top. Silence was all around her as she walked towards the bedroom
doors. Just as she was about to open them she felt something brush against her back, she
turned, Jake was standing right in front of her. She tried to run but his hand snapped out
and held her fast. He threw her backwards into a wall with such force that she left a hole
in the plaster, a foul smell began to enclose upon her as she strived to stand but found that
she was unable to. She gave a painful moan as she crawled along the floor, Jake was right
on top of her, he bent down coiling his fingers around her slim neck. Vivian scratched
frantically at his face trying to get away. Panic overcame her as she began to choke from
lack of air, the knife where was the knife? She screamed inside her head. Out of the corner
of her eye she saw the light from the setting sun reflect off of it?s cool steel. She sprawled
out her arm, clawing at he ground, her fingers inching closer and closer to the blade and
with her last amount of strength she reached it tightly wrapping her hand around its
handle.
She thrust her arm upwards feeling the blade of the knife enter her husbands chest. Jake
sank backwards, clutching at his chest, a steady stream of blood pouring down from the
knife. The figure of the shadow remained over Vivian, it?s mouth oozed black blood,
maggots dripped from it?s eyes, she watched as the figure melted on top of her body,
soaking
her clothes with the vulgar slime and writhing field of worms. It?s over she thought to
herself as she crawled over to the place where Jake had collapsed. He was making short,
staggered attempts to breath, coughing up blood in the process. She crouched down at his
side bringing his head gently upon her lap, brushing through his hair with her fingers. He
looked up at her through teary eyes. ?Hang on, I?ll get help.? she said bending down to
kiss his forehead before laying his head gently back on the ground and rushing to a phone.
The ambulance had gotten to their house in under thirty minutes, the hoards of
bright lights and people entered the house, helping Jake and Vivian escape. Jake was
loaded into the ambulance right away, they had stopped the bleeding but were unsure to
the amount of damage the knife had caused him internally.
?Well this was some night.? a police officer said to Vivian, she looked at him.
?There?s no trace of the intruder though, well put out a neighborhood watch for him
naturally, but it?s my guess that he won?t show up around here ever again.? he took a deep
breath as two more stretchers went by, one held the body of Dr. Jeffery but Vivian
couldn?t think who was under the blanket of the other one.
?Who?s that?? she asked pointing towards the almost flat, sheet covered stretcher.
?We found that in one of the walls upstairs, probably never would have found it if
the wall hadn?t been cracked down. I think it?s the fellow who used to live here, Gregory
Hanes, he was a real nut job. Yeah, he was rumoured to have snapped and killed his wife
one night, then feeling so guilty broke down a wall walked inside and plastered himself in.
No one ever believed the story though, but I guess this proves it right. Of course we won?t
know for sure until we get the bones run through forensics.? He said looking mournfully
at the gurney. Vivian followed his gaze before turning slowly away from the house. She
hopped into the back of the ambulance with Jake and breathed a sigh of relief as it pulled
away, it really is over now. The End.
Now why don?t you go upstairs to your nice cozy room and get
some sleep? Don?t worry I?m sure no one will laugh at you if you leave the lights on,
we?ve all done it from time to time.