JUNE
Her mom had just gone back to work for her second shift, leaving June home alone for the rest of the evening. She sat on the couch, watching some children's show out of pure boredom. The show itself was kind of cheap knock off Sesame Street, without the colorful friendly monster puppets.
June's eyelids started to feel heavy. The warm humid air inside the house wasn't helping, it only made her more irritable. Sweat on her body forms quickly, making her t-shirt and shorts cling to her skin uncomfortably. For a moment, June closes her eyes, and behind her eyelids the TV was still audible.
"Do you know where all the water from the toilet and bathtub goes?"
"No." A group of children answer in union.
"All the water goes right into the sewers. The sewers are a fun place to play with all your friends Just follow the water into the drains and away you go! "
Ding-Dong.
Eyes flew open at the sound of the doorbell. June groans softly as she stretches out her limbs. She glances at the analog clock that hung on the wall. It read 10:15PM. She been asleep for 3 hours. She groans in annoyance.
"I'm not gonna answer that." June says to herself. "It's too late. And I'm too damn hot and tired."
The doorbell rings again. This time accompanied by hard frantic knocking. June jumps slightly, her heartrate increasing by each second. She didn't move from the couch; her entire body was stuck in place. She stares at the front door entrance, waiting for the doorbell to ring again.
Silence.
June lets out a breath she's been holding in, placing a hand on her chest. Her heart pounds frantically against her hand until it slows down back to a normal, anxiety free pace. She laughs to herself for getting so anxious over something silly.
"Maybe I am going crazy…"
The house June currently resides in is a two story Victorian style house that was built around May 1900. It was one of the few Victorian houses that was built in Maine during the reign of Queen Victoria. The wooden stairs creaks with each step June took upstairs as she heads into the bathroom.
The cool water from the shower felt refreshing on June's skin. She stands under the showerhead to rises out the remaining shampoo from her hair, scrubbing her scalp to quicken the process. Water starts to become a bit warmer, which is strange to June. Usually when she's in the shower for more than 30 minutes the water temperature decrease, not increase.
As the water continues to get warmer, she faintly tastes copper on her lips. When she opens her mouth, the water had the horrible taste of rusty copper. June's eyes open as she spits out the water. Instead of clear running water, the shower head was spraying out dark crimson liquid. Her heart starts to beat faster than normal as the she realizes what was happening.
Oh, my god. It's blood. I been showering in blood…
June nervously glances down at her body, her eyes widens in horror as she sees that her body is covered in thick layers of blood. She finds it hard to breathe. A scream trap inside her throat.
June. A voice calls out.
Her body is paralyzed. She couldn't move.
Junie. The tone became raspy as it spoke. Come out and play June.
The bathroom door creaks open. Each step it takes makes a wet and slimy sound as it slowly approaches the bathtub. June could barely make out its shape as it cast a shadow on the white shower curtains. Whatever it was….it was big.
It hisses and growls lowly but dangerously.
Her vision becomes blurry from the bloody shower. She gags violently at the sudden strong scent of rotting flesh and blood.
A monstrous hand suddenly grabs onto the shower rod.
June regains control of her body and scurries out of the bathtub quickly. However, she slips and falls onto the tile floor hard. June cries out in pain. She tries to get up but the blood makes her slip back down to the floor. Something slimy and cold grips on her ankles tightly and drags her back towards the bathtub. June feebly crawls at the tile floor, leaving bloody handprints and drag marks in the process.
It flips her onto her back. June couldn't believe what she was seeing.
The alien.
It wasn't one of those small little green aliens with large grotesque heads and huge black eyes. Oh, how she wishes it was one of those aliens.
The alien that was staring at her is the same one from the movie Alien. The one about the space truckers who encounters some type of alien organism on a foreign planet.
That alien.
And it was in her bathroom as thick massive drops of drools drips on her legs. Its body was a mixture of something organic and mechanical. Its lips quivers as it reveals shiny metallic canine teeth, slowly opening its mouth to reveal a second set of teeth.
It leans in close to her face and hisses. June didn't realize that she was holding in her breath until she lets out a tiny yelp.
Then it launches its inner mouth at her skull.
IT
Its tongue brushes against the girl's skin roughly as she sweats profusely in her sleep. Drool trails down his chin and onto her skin. He induced her nightmares only enough for him to get a good taste of her. Sweet and salty. She may not be a young child but she still had somewhat of a childlike innocence to her.
The girl moans in her sleep.
He should just take her now. It wouldn't be any different than the other missing children. The clown tilts his head to the side. She didn't appeal to his hunger like the other children he feasted on. She's just too fun to play with to eat.
"I have plans for you, sweetheart." He spoke to her in a sweet tone. "Special plans."
Before he goes back into his slumber, he'll take the girl back into the sewers with him.
Yes.
He'll keep her.