HUSH!!!

"Susan! Susan! you should be asleep now, it's way past your bedtime." I said exhausted, packing up the stuffed toys littered on the pink furry turf, the cold air filled the room, even with the windows locked. The rains came late and with it tales of malevolent and sinister rituals which followed right after, with kids hearing strange voices asking for their name and then strange disappearances, not to deny the teeming numbers of kids wandering off into the woods claiming they heard voices, some others snatched from the safety of their rooms with no sign of forced entry. Hell was let loose, and something was definitely roaming the earth for pure souls. I knew the Sheriff, a robust mop haired mid aged man with a loose tongue. He lived up north of Suddenville well known for his temper. Ruthless in the pursuit of criminals, he was very mild about their punishment. Since he had been supreme over Suddenville--and largely over European--police methods, his duties were rooted repulsively to him, he always performed them in regard to his great influence. He boasted about being one of the great humanitarian European freethinkers; and the only thing wrong with them is that they make mercy even colder than justice. Year after year complaints made at the station about missing kids troubled him and I enjoyed watching him return home, with his brows arched, muttering loudly about the archaic rituals that were practiced illegally. Most nights he would storm in furious only to get a beer and lock himself in his room. I enjoyed every bit of the drama because He locked up uncle Perry and seized his car, just cause he could. As much as I hated him, I needed the extra cash to take care of the needs at home, having no other option but to embrace the little I made and ride my bicycle all the way back. Now as my thoughts returned to the present, I glanced over to the body of Trish, a six year old gruesomely murdered standing and waving at me, blood sputtering from the slit on her neck and realized with a rush of panic that she died 3 weeks ago. The heart wrenching thunder reeled me back from my thoughts. "No! call me Princess Sussie. I don't like the name Susan." she yelled and threw up hands playfully, jumping on the bed with her red flowing hair swaying to her side. "Nice try, if you don't stop I'll... I'll... you know, maybe you really are a princess. So will you stop jumping on the bed and tell me about your castle." I said, hurriedly stacking hundreds of stuffed toys on a shelf beside the extra large glass window. I looked outside and saw a figure, a terrifying form like that of a slender man with a foolishly large head in a jacket with a hat standing in the garden. And like clockwork as the bell down the hall struck 9:00pm, It raised its head amidst the heavy downpour and stared at me, but it turned out to be the harmless gardner the Sheriff hired. _____ But I couldn't believe what I saw, my throat itching to scream out to the kids under the rain running after a sinister looking fellow in a cloak calling out to them. I stood and watched as four ancient looking animals that looked like wolves tore through the crowd of kids and piece by piece it disemboweled the little kids. The man in the cloak raised his hands waving and dancing rhythmically, he seemed to be dancing to the sound of the rain. I felt the cold air in the room slip into my body slowly freezing me from the inside out. "Are you okay, Beth?" Susan asked, trudging my pantaloons softly. My petrified body stood still, a moment later the power went out and the room sank in darkness. "Who turned off the lights!" Susan asked, squeezing my jacket tightly. In seconds she pounded my arm with her princess Sofia doll jolting me from my frozen trance, I could barely see her face. Slipped out my cell phone from the breast pocket of my jacket and veered the faint light on her face and let out a sigh of relief. "I don't know...I mean it could probably be the rain". I said weakly. The sound of broken glass in the hallway downstairs seemed to pause the deafening downpour, the wind went quiet even though the trees moved from side to side, it was strangely quiet. Silence. I held onto Susan, walking briskly and whispering into her ears, she knew those words well and walked hands in front till she got into the closet shutting the door. I moved stealthily, reassured that she was safe, crouching down on my knees, digging my fingers into the soft furry carpet, my knee replacing the exact spot my hands occupied with each step. I swallowed saliva to ease the tension I thought was in my eustachian tube. But the silence tore through my ears and dislodged my hearing aids, suddenly a spark in my ears sent the pain straight to my spine and I snatched the aids from my ear, still kneeling I dabbed the aids into my pocket and trudged forward. I stopped at the door of the room and slammed the door shut locking it twice, sweat trickling down from my pits. I stabbed ferociously at my phone dialing 911. "Hello, 911 What's your emergency" the electronic voice was that of a lady, but it was laced with an unfamiliar accent. "I... I think someone...just broke into the house of the Sheriff, 30 Canongate Barner Street. Please help." I mumbled. Immediately the door knob began to rattle violently, I crawled backwards, away from whatever stood behind the door slipping under the bed. "I didn't get your name, what's...your name?" the phone crackled back to life and it sounded as if it came from behind the door.

To be continued

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