Dustin Jones's Blog - Posts Tagged "scary"
The Window
As I lay still in bed, under layers of thin sheets, I wonder what my dog is growling at.
I hear no noise, but the faint whirl of wind pushing dried leaves across the side of the house.
I hear it now; the scratching noise the stiff stems make as they are dragged ruthlessly across the wooden foundation of the house..
What I believe to hear.
What I perceive to be.
A sudden knock rattles the screen that separates the window from the wicked ways of the outside world.
My dog jumps and lets out a quiet whimper.
A high pitched whine sneaks its way up her throat and into the still air of the bedroom.
Then silence.
A frightful, awful silence.
The window in question is to my right, about waist high, no more then five feet from where I lay shaking in my bed.
I can feel eyes on me.
Penetrating, evil eyes.
I steal a glance towards the window and see it.
Them.
Two bright floating red eyes.
Peering in at me.
Waiting ...
I hear no noise, but the faint whirl of wind pushing dried leaves across the side of the house.
I hear it now; the scratching noise the stiff stems make as they are dragged ruthlessly across the wooden foundation of the house..
What I believe to hear.
What I perceive to be.
A sudden knock rattles the screen that separates the window from the wicked ways of the outside world.
My dog jumps and lets out a quiet whimper.
A high pitched whine sneaks its way up her throat and into the still air of the bedroom.
Then silence.
A frightful, awful silence.
The window in question is to my right, about waist high, no more then five feet from where I lay shaking in my bed.
I can feel eyes on me.
Penetrating, evil eyes.
I steal a glance towards the window and see it.
Them.
Two bright floating red eyes.
Peering in at me.
Waiting ...
