After Dark


He lay in his bed, blankets over his head.  The noises continued.  Bumps, growls, groans, knocks and scratches emanated from the room next to his.  His heart jackhammered a rough staccato in his chest.  His palms were sweaty.  He needed to get up and go check, but his dog was having fits in his room.

Jake, a mutt he’d found a few weeks earlier, was howling at his bedroom door.  It begged to be let out.  This caused him even more terror.  In the weeks, he’d owned Jake, he’d never seen Jake go nuts like this.  Jake ran to his bed, jumped up on it, jumped back down, ran to the door, and howled again.  He peeked out of the covers.

The noises stopped.  This scared him even more.  He was glad the lights were on in his room.  He knew he needed to go check it out.  It could be a burglar or something, but fear kept him pinned in his bed.  Jake still pawed at the door.

Honey, I’m home!  His mother’s voice came from downstairs.  He jumped from bed and raced down the stairs two at a time.  Jake was at his heels.

Mom!  He shouted when he saw her.  There’s someone in your room.

What?  His mother sensed his distress.  She went up the stairs as fast as he had come down.  Outside her room, she stopped.  He stood behind her.  Jake leapt at her door, barking.  Go get your baseball bat.

He did as she told him.  In a few seconds, he was back.  She took it from him.  The noises had resumed.  Her heart sped up.  She put on a brave face for her son and opened the bedroom door.

The room was dark.  The noises were now louder.  The strange cries even more distorted.

I’m going to die at twelve, he thought.  And mom is going to die with me.

His mother moved towards the closet.  Jake was already there.  He barked and jumped at the door.  She opened the door.

The cat streaked past them.  Its head trapped in a plastic container that held cat treats.  His mother let out a laugh.  He sighed.  He’d been scared by the cat for over an hour.  Being home alone was scary.

©Hadena James 2014

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead or actual situations is completely coincidental.

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  1. Maria D.

     /  March 4, 2014

    Lol! This is totally something that would happen to me!

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  2. It was the haunting of the ghost cat.

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