He’s in the house. I know he is. The monster is back. The lights are out. When did the lights go out? I can hear him. Can’t see him. Run. I need to run. Where is he? The door. Where’s the door? Don’t panic. Don’t think. Move. Have to… move. He’s closer now. I can feel it. I need to get out of here. The monster is back.
I have to get away from Da. He isn’t Da right now. He was never Da when he came home late. The monster took him over. He’s in the house now. The monster got into the house. Can’t hide in my room. Can’t climb out the bathroom window. Ma’s in there. Ma’s in the bathroom and she’s bleeding on the tiles. The monster is coming for me now.
I can smell the whiskey on him but I can’t see him, can’t hear him. I need to slow my breathing. He’ll hear me. The monster will find me. I need to get away. 911. 911. Where’s the phone? Why isn’t anything where it is in the light? It should be six steps to the door. One. Two. Three. I can’t move anymore. The monster is by the door. It isn’t the monster by the door. It’s the cat. It has to be the cat – the monster is behind me. Have to run. He’s coming after me.
The monster found me. He knows where I am. He is stalking me as he has been for a long time. But this time its different. Now the monster he is is in the house with me and I have to get away.
The world goes bright. My head hit the counter. I can feel the blood trickling down my neck. I grope around as the monster waves something in front of my face. A knife? A gun? I cant tell. There’s nothing. Run. The monster won’t get me. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not like he got Ma.
I lift my leg an inch. Then another. I knee him and run. Run past the monster and keep on running. I don’t know where the door is. The door isn’t where I thought it was. The office. The office has a broken window. I can get out the window. Where’s the office? If I ran through the doorway past the counter than the office is to my right. I gotta creep now. Cant be found again by the monster.
The window! The window is there and there’s a sliver of light. Just gotta pop the screen out. Gotta pop the screen out and jump through it. I can hear the monster behind me as I hit the ground. I run towards the woods. I cant go to the front of the house. He’ll be there. I’m alone now.
My feet slide as I hit the slope. Rain is coming down in sheets so that I cant see. It doesn’t matter. I know the woods like the back of my hand. If he is still thinking, so does he.
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