I heard the creaking sound of the old wooden staircase as he came up step by step, dragging his feet slowly. The sound echoed through the hallway, each step heavy and deliberate, sending shivers down my spine.
The sound was driving me mad, and I wanted to scream. I drew in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing mind, but it was no use. The heaviness of those footsteps grew louder and closer with every passing second.
As I wait, I hear the footsteps of him approaching from the other side. Suddenly my attention is drawn to the doorknob, which starts to turn under their hand.
The doorknob stops turning and the door remains shut. Then, I hear a low growl, followed by more banging, this time louder and more frantic. The sound of nails scratching against the wood fills the air, causing my blood to run cold.
I paused for a moment, trying to discern what was happening on the other side of the door. The sound of scratching had stopped abruptly. Instead, I could hear a shuffling noise, as if something was backing away from the door. I strained my ears, trying to pick up more details.
A loud thud resounded through the door as if someone had rammed into it with full force. The sound made me jump in fright.
The scratching had been bad enough, but this was a whole new level of violence. I tried not to panic, but the sound of the door reverberating with each subsequent blow was unnerving.
I looked around the room, trying to identify any potential weapons I could use to protect myself. I scanned the room, my heart still racing from the earlier commotion. My eyes fell upon the nightstand next to the bed.
On it was a small, bedside lamp. It was the only thing in the room that could be used as a weapon or a means of protection.
I walked towards the nightstand, my movements cautious and deliberate. I stretched my hand towards the lamp, my fingers closing around its base. The room was still quiet and I wasn't sure if whatever was outside was still there.
I lifted the lamp from its place on the nightstand and held it up in front of me. The lamp was small and not very heavy, but it was long enough to reach out and strike someone if I needed to.
I took a deep breath and reassured myself that I didn't need to be afraid. The lamp might not have seemed like much, but it was the only thing I had that could protect me in that moment. I felt grateful for its presence, and I knew that with it, I was not completely defenseless
But just as suddenly as it had begun, the noise stopped. There was silence for a few moments.
The silence was eerie, almost too still. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Suddenly, a loud thud reverberated through the room as he slammed its body against the door with all its force. The wood splintered and cracked under the pressure, and within seconds he burst through the doorway, attacking at lightning speed.
I swung with everything I had, catching it across the head with the lamp.
It staggered back, momentarily stunned by the blow. I took the opportunity to hit it again, and this time it fell to the floor with a sickening thud. But it didn't stop moving, and I knew I had to keep hitting it until it stopped.
I took a deep breath and swung over and over again, each hit making my arms ache with effort. But eventually, he stopped moving, dead at last.
I carefully made my way past the lifeless body, adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, and my heart was still racing as I walked towards the staircase.
I dropped the lamp that I was still holding in my hand, and it clattered loudly on the wooden floorboards. I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the darkness below.
Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, my hands shaking. I didn't know what was waiting for me downstairs. Was my mother still alive?
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw the broken window. A cold gust of wind swept through the room, chilling me to the bone.
As I slowly made my way through the dimly lit room, I couldn't help but notice the feet sticking out from behind the couch.
My heart sank at the sight of my mother laying there, I froze in shock for just a moment. My mom was gone. Drained of life right in front of me.
I dropped to my knees, my tears mixing with the blood that stained the ground. As I sat there frozen covered in her blood, I noticed her eyes beginning to open.
"Mom?" I asked in disbelief.
Her once bright and clear eyes were fogged over. It was as if they were no longer able to see the world around them as if a thick layer of cloud had descended upon them.
Her eyes, which had always been filled with warmth and love for me, now seemed empty and lifeless. The spark that once ignited within them was now extinguished, leaving behind a blank stare that chilled me to my core.
She lurched upwards and grabbed my face, her teeth gnashed together, a guttural growl escaping her lips
I panicked and knew I had to act fast. With all my force, I yanked my face back, breaking free from her hold. I stumbled backward, my heart racing faster than ever before.
I could see the desperate look in her eyes as she crawled towards me on all fours. Her arms stretched out in front as if searching for something to grab hold of. With every inch she covered, I could hear the gurgling sound of her breath and the scratching of her fingers on the ground.