Hey. This is my first FanFic so bear with me. Have never really done any writing so plz review. I am all for praise or constructive criticism. This is inspired by Inheart but I do not own anything Inheart. Enjoy!
The tick of that gaudy wall clock was the only sound that I could hear in the dimly lit living room. Well, that, and the unbearable snoring coming from the lump of an old lady that slept in the rocking chair across the room from me. It sounded like an elephant being run over by a bulldozer. This was only one of the many reasons I hated visiting Mrs. Reese.
Mrs. Reese was my family's crotchety neighbour lady. To sum her up, her bun was falling out, glasses on the end of her nose, scrunched up constipated looking face and a high pitched voice that was always complaining about something or other. My parents were always sending me over there to visit the old hag. "Oh now Addie", they'd say, "she is just a poor lonely lady with no one left in this world. I bet your visits just make her day! I bet you two have so much in common! Oh and don't forget to take her some lemon loaf next time!"
About the only thing Mrs. Reese and I had in common was our mutual hate for each other. Our visits usually went in one of two directions. Hours of awkward silence, or hours of a constant stream of why I was part of the worst generation she had ever encountered and I was going to end up looking like a deranged candy cane if I didn't sit up straight! Either way it was never pleasant.
Now, thanks to my parents sudden need for second honeymoon in the Bahamas, I was in for an exhilarating week of…..nothing. The trip, being so last minute left my parents no choice but to leave me with Mrs Reese. I told them I would be fine on my own, I was nearly 13. But they would have none of it. Mrs. Reese was already in the living room when I arrived and snapped at me, "Now Addie, sit down and behave!" Shortly after was when the snoring commenced.
I'd been here three hours and I'd already gone to counting the small cats that were carved on her clock. After I was done with the cats I moved to the ducks on the wallpaper. One, two, three….seventy-three, hold on…? It was then that I noticed the living room door open slightly. I stared at it for a minute but when nothing else happened, I figured it was just the wind and continued the gripping task of counting ducks.
A minute later a scrapping noise came from behind the door. I looked over and the door opened a bit more. A baseball sized head peeked around slowly, glancing around cautiously, and then a grey creature scampered through the door. It was the strangest animal I'd ever seen. It looked like a cross between a goat and a squirrel, with the hooves and horns of a goat, but the head body and tail of a squirrel. It was a….guirrel…a squoat? It was cute in a creepy kind of way. Whatever it was, it ran to where Mrs. Reese was drooling. With delicate, almost experienced movements, it leaped up onto her lap and sniffed toward the pocket of her bulky floral sweater. For a moment its head disappeared inside and retracted a second later with an ancient looking key in its mouth. Standing on its hind hooves, it suddenly seemed to realize I was there. I watched as its face seemed to illustrate a look of surprise, then realization then…satisfaction? Plotting?
I shook my head, I must have inhaled too much of Mrs. Reese's perfume. I was starting to hallucinate. Confused, and slightly disturbed by this whole experience, I watched as the thing leapt to the ground and trotted to the door. Glancing at me once more, it continued out into the hall, key in muzzle. Intrigued, I got up and peeked out the door, peered at Mrs. Reese, then silently crept into the dark hallway.