Litteratur: A short story in English: Alone With Fear

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Alone with fear

 

His blood red eyes screaming with excitement as he neared the stairs leading to the living room, his hands shaking. Any second, the door will open and bang shut, and off would Rose’s head go.

 

But no such thing happened for now.

 

The thumping continued, and Rose surprisingly discovered a rhythm. It was something she had heard before. Like in some distant dream she stared into nothingness. She just let the evil lullaby continue inside her head. The first symphony of Beethoven was what she heard, which even back then was thought to be death knocking on a door. Not long after Beethoven composed this, he lost his hearing and died.

 

Suddenly, a clock chimed twelve somewhere from within the house, and Rose came back to her senses. The weather was worse than ever. The winds were blowing in through a crack in the window making a whistling sound. Rose got up and hurried over to the window and located the crack. She put her finger on the tiny hole and only the thumping continued in addition to silence. She took her finger off and once again the wind howled in through the crack. She continued playing with it, on and off. It gave her a sudden feeling of calm, which came from her heart and spread throughout her body.

 

The thumping was now almost distant as an echo from long way off. The light from the candles she had lit cast creepy, wild shadows on the walls, just like figures dancing in the night.

 

But somehow she immediately relaxed, as though an evil force had just passed away, when she went pass the dreadful shadows. She continued into the deep forest of the pitch-black night.

 

All of a sudden, when Rose was least expecting it, a crack bounced off the old house’s walls and the door to the basement burst open and revealed it’s horrors within.

 

Rose froze in fear, rooted to the spot. She didn’t dare to breathe. Something twitched in her left thigh, but it was nothing to what was coming next.

 

The thumping has now altogether stopped and the thumping from her heart had now begun.

 

All she could see was infinite and never ending darkness, which spread through every corner of the basement. A draft of cold wind blew over her, which made her shivering of cold and fear. She thought that probably the broken window in the basement was letting in the wind, which was making these sounds. The door was because Jimmy maybe forgot to shut it properly the last time she had asked him to get her old magazines. That sounded like a possibility.

 

But her heart beat on like a machinegun in war, and the horrible sound mixture of chaos and empty whispering tormenting her. The wind, the thumping of her heart, the basement door creaking back and forth and the mystic silence that seemed never-ending.

 

She stood on to the same spot, sweat ran down her entire body, unaware of the fact that someone was standing right behind her with blood red eyes screaming with excitement, a butchers knife clutched in two sweaty hands.

 

Rose Caprio was pronounced dead at the St. Mary’s hospital at ca. 1:45 AM. The cause of death was an over-active imagination, which was so strong that it produced images in her mind that led to a fatal heart attack.

 

May her soul rest in peace…

 

edit: Mangler litt på førstedelen, skal se om jeg kan finne den igjen.

 

edit2: Førstedel her: The thud came again. Rose clicked the television silent; straining her ear against the storm that splattered the roof with a mixture of rain and hail. Tentacles of delicate fog scrapped across the wisdom glass seeking shelter from the gale winds. The soft thump came again from the basement as though someone, or something, had knocked a book to the floor. Rose gripped the arms of the chair and cursed her husband for leaving her alone on a night like this, knowing she is fearful of storms, empty houses and prowlers, however imaginary they might be. She has already lit every lamp and overhead light in the house, but they fail to dispel the damp, dreary feeling of impending doom. Her husband, Jimmy had nagged her about getting a dog to keep her company on the nights he worked late, but Rose would not hear of such a thing. What if the dog gets rabies and went mad while she is alone with him? Her small delicate frame will be no match for a snarling, crazy-in-the-head animal who will shred her to pieces with its gnashing teeth. The television screen flickered in muted silence as it ran the news story again, warning the public about the man with the knife. He had been evading the police for weeks, leaving behind no clues about how he slaughters women were home alone. But Rose knew where the man was. He was in her basement skulking around the dark with the butcher knife between his teeth,

Endret 14. august 2008 av Programvare

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