Drip drip.
The sound echoed through the empty hallways like the murmured whispers of the shadows that pressed against the wall. Dave sat up in his bed awoken by the sound, a cold sweat running down his face as his mind quickly flashed with the thought of an intruder. With a clumsy hand he reached for his lamp and clicked the switch, flooding the dim lighted room with a comforting yellow.
Drip drip.
He blinked a few times, trying to rid of the sleep that lingered in the crevasse of his eyes, and looked around in search for the noise.
Drip drip.
Dave's stomach filled with annoyance and he swung his bare feet over the side of his bed. He stood up and stretched, popping his elbow loudly making him smirk in the sudden wave of satisfaction. Giving a glance at his clock he groaned. "It's only 6:30? I didn't sleep in at all."
Drip drip.
"Jesus christ."
He stormed out his room and stomped all the way to the bathroom where he discovered the sink faucet was dripping. He quickly twisted the faucet knob ending the bothersome noise and began his way back to his bedroom.
Drip drip.
Dave froze, standing still in his dark hallway.
Drip drip drip drip.
The dripping pierced into his ears and slithered into his skull where it rested and grew to be bitter anger.
He clenched his fist, and waited for the noise to return.
DRIP DRIP DRIP DRIP DRIP DRIP-
He charged into the kitchen expecting to see another leaky faucet, but what he found was a million times worst.
Someone- no SOMETHING, was hunched over the sink.
Dave stopped, and his heart threw itself against his rib cage in a moment of pure real hot fear.
The thing took no notice to the boy, and continued to do what it had been doing for presumably the whole night. It stared hungrily at the Kitchen sink, waiting for the leaking water. And when the water finally fell it's long grey tongue would curl out and drink it up.
"w-what"
The thing looked up and Dave was washed over with nausea and panic.
It had the face of a human, except for the eyes, which had no white to them. Just small blue iris's that swam in a sea of pure charcoal black. It's dark brownish hair was matted and dirty and it's ears curved upwards, dripping with blood.
It's arms where a bit too long and it's fingers where thin and bruised.
It's legs where crooked and bent like that of a large deer and it had no feet, only scratched up hooves.
"Don't" it croaked, looking more frightened than dave. "Don't look at me, please."
The teen took one step back, getting in a fighting stance.
"Please don't look at me! Go away! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM"
Dave thought for a moment, debating on whether he should attack or get his brother. And with a quick mental nod, he yelled "BROOOOO!"
The creature cowered, flinching as if the loud voice was harsh hateful slap. "Please" It sobbed covering its black eyes. "I was just so thirsty, I'm sorry I came out, please don't kill me." Dave swallowed and scrunched up his face in displeasure at the thing
"What are you?"
The creature gave a thoughtful expression.
"I'm John."
"I didn't ask WHO you where I asked WHAT. What. are. you."
"I….I don't know."
"Why are you in my house?"
"This is my house."
Dave frowned, and took a step closer to 'John', finding that he was less frightened of the thing and mostly just angry.
"This is NOT your fucking house, so you are intruding on MY private property and I'm going to CALL THE COPS."
John gasped and threw up water on himself, showing what a nervous wreck he was. "No no no no no, I can't go back, I can't go back."
"GO BACK WHERE?" screamed Dave, ignoring the way his voice cracked awfully.
The kitchen lights flickered on startling the young strider, and just like that the thing was gone. Bro looked at his younger brother with a questioning eyebrow. "Why where you screaming for me lil' man?" Dave frantically looked back and fourth for John. "There was- He was- I just!"
"Nightmare…?"
"NO BRO THERE IS A FUCKING MONSTER IN THE HOUSE!"
His brother just shook his head and went back to his room.