It was late night when Violet crawled out of bed, careful not to cause any noise her way to the kitchen to fetch some water. Padding into the hallway with bare feet she could smell the rain that had came in a little while ago through the half open window, looking out she could see the moon reflecting against the rain slick streets. Not wanting to linger and cause any kind of scene the blonde had silently snuck onto the staircase, creeping and careful not to make any kind of sound.
Teke teke.
Violet stopped when she hear that sound, it was unusual and hard to place but it echoed through the house. Turning her head slightly to see the bedroom door was ajar, yet completely dark, dark as a tomb. Violet had been taken back by the strange thought yet it passed, continuing into the den. The house seemed so quiet and dark which had cause the images of skeletons and madmen with phones hiding inside of closets, holding that large cleaver and garbed in that overcoat and gabsy hat. Stifling a giggle, it was comical to have such 'fears'. Childish her parents would call it, and the media had further desensitize generations to such things.
Teke teke.
Violet had stopped in the kitchen while looking towards the den, the sound was echoing through the darkness. Straining her ears carefully in the darkness it was hard to figure out what that sound was, it was faint yet noticeable. Whatever it was the young blonde just shrugged it off, it could have been ghost with chains or some brutish fellow thumping up and down the stairs with a fiendish device and somehow this did not bother her.
Teke teke teke teke.
Violet quickly grabbed some water, leaving the glass near the sink like her mother told her to before going back into the den, crossing the darkness that was broken by the moon streaming through the windows in the front door. Something had stirred in the corner though, small like an animal, a genetically altered animal was Violet's thought as foot came down the first step, a genetically altered animal that can swallow a human whole and word the complex door knob with their mind like in some many movies with John Carradine. Stopping at the top of the stairs there was something off, the light in her parents' room was on yet the door was closed.
Did I wake them? She thought, a hand had reached out without much thought. With a turn of the knob the door had swung open quickly, she stood there with eyes wide and guts tightening. The humour of the situation had drained away, being filled with true and real dread while Violet had find pieces of her father's head laying half on the pillow trapped between a scream and anger while the other half was on the nightstand. Her mother was there too, and there, and there, and here, and a little over here and on the ceiling too.
Teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke teke.
Facing the stairs Violet leans a new word, Teke is a sound of an elbow falling onto a surface of something like a floor. Teke teke then would be the sound of someone walking on their elbows, why would not be thinkable until you had seen it. And it was there, staring up with ugly, dead eyes with mouth open in a horrible moaning shape, elbows rabidly moving. Furiously pumping up and down to climb the short flight, up to a frighten little blonde girl.
I should know what to do, Violet thought. I know all of the horror cliches.