Wright Anything Agency
September 5 4:39 a.m.
"DADDY!" Trucy shot out of bed in a cold sweat. Her pajamas slightly damp against her back. She held her blanket tightly in her fists and over her nose. Her eyes shot in all directions. Darkness ruled over the room except near the window where a little streetlight phased through the cracks of the window shades.
Trucy recently had a nightmare. Something chasing after her, but she couldn't see it. Only heard it. Vicious and famished.
"Daddy…?" her whisper trembled in her throat. Still shaking violently, she looked at her room door. It seemed so far away. She yearned to see her father, but couldn't gain the courage to get out of bed. Slightly ashamed, she thought how childish she was to ask comfort from her father, especially at her age. Trucy thought about going back to bed, but feared that the nightmare would reoccur. 'It… felt so real...'
The sound of a door opening slowly was heard on the other side of her bedroom door. It slammed shut really hard and it slightly shook her room a bit. She threw the blanket over head post haste and laid back down. There was a thud and a scrape against her bedroom door. She stood there and waited for another noise that may happen. Trembling, she wiggled to the edge of the bed and propped up the blanket a little. She peeped through the small opening of her thin protection and looked at the door. It was wide open.
She quickly closed the opening of her safety. Trucy's heart began to race. Her breath heavily in panic. It was starting to get hot under her blanket of solace. Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She lifted the blanket once more. A figure whooshed past the hallway. Trucy covered her mouth to prevent a yelp from her lips. 'That thing was huge!'
Trucy began to shake violently now. 'What was that thing?! How'd it get in the apartment? Oh no… Daddy?!'
Trucy flinched upward before settling back down on her bed. There were loud footsteps in the other room where Wright's room was. 'Daddy!'
Trucy threw the blanket off herself, feeling the cool atmosphere against her worried-stricken body and darted to the door. She came to a halt at the door edge, peeped her head slightly into the hallway looking left and right. The coast was clear.
Tip-toeing down the abyssal darkness of the hallway, she squinted her eyes really hard to see where she was traveling. Still no sign of what she saw earlier, slightly relieved, she continued her venture to her father's room. She froze in place when she heard breathing. Deep heavy breathing.
She held herself against the wall and slowly stepped back from the direction of the noise. In the corner of her view, she saw something near the wall opposite to her. Trucy turned her head slowly and saw what rushed passed her bedroom earlier. A dark figure, nearly three times bigger than a person hunched forward into a corner. Trucy held her mouth once more and tried her best to keep her breath inaudible. Crunching and hissing came from where the figure stood.
Trucy paced herself carefully back towards her room making sure her noise level was nothing louder than silent. One of her final steps to her room, she was almost in until she leaned against the door, making a creaking sound. Trucy turned her head around to see if the unknown being heard her. She looked at the darkness, she saw nothing visible, her eyes quickly darting around. She saw something strange near the corner wall. Her eyes straining from the squinting to make sure her eyes weren't fooling her: two white eyes.
They blinked. Trucy, filled with dread, couldn't help but keep staring into the white eyes in the dark hallway. She began to tremble and her hands vibrated against the door edges. Eyes still watching her. She arched forward. The eyes darted forward. She ran into the room closing the door shut behind her. Small audible scrapes were heard against the door. Trucy panicked, trying to find anywhere, any place to hide from the figure. Her back against the wall, her eyes glued against the door, awaiting her impending doom. She couldn't take it anymore, she screamed, "DAAADDDDDYYYY!"
The scraping ceased. For a moment, she stood there, partially regretting her decision. If her father was found by that thing and somehow was hurt by whatever was out there, she would never forgive herself. He didn't have the strength to fight, he's still recovering from his own attack. She gasped. 'Was that the thing that attacked Daddy?!'
She heard footsteps rushing down the hall. She covered her face with her arms, waiting for her destiny. The door shot open. It was Phoenix.
Phoenix darted to his daughter's room so quickly a gust of wind hit her face.
"What is it Trucy?!" Phoenix asked with the most concern of fatherly instincts looking down at her quivering daughter.
"There was something out there!" she darted a look on his face, but could barely see his.
He knelt down. "It's okay," he cradled her into his arms. "I didn't see anybody."
She squinted in the dark trying to see her father's face. "Daddy? Are you okay?"
Phoenix was huffing quite rapidly. "Yes, I just ran in here quickly when I heard you."
"But Daddy, there's something out there! I saw it!"
Phoenix rose up from the floor, releasing Trucy from his hold, and looked out in the hallway. His silhouette stretched to her room from the flick of a switch. Light was casted into all the rooms. Trucy followed her father across the apartment, checking every room. Her head would poke into every room, under his arm as he flicked the switch.
He turned off the lights and Trucy held her father tightly around his waist while heading back to her room. Still dark, she headed into her bed and Wright sat at the edge of the bed.
"Are you sure you weren't having a nightmare?" Phoenix squeezed through his grogginess.
"Yes! I saw it! Well… I did have a nightmare, but-" she stopped.
"Ah...So you did have a nightmare…" Phoenix interrupted.
"But I did see something, Daddy! I really did!" she whimpered.
"Whatever it was, is gone now. As long as you're okay, it's the only thing that matters."
His view was still fixed to the floor. He didn't even look at her the whole entire endeavor. He suddenly began to cough violently into his hand. He wheezed and hacked into his hand until his fit finally stopped.
"Are you okay?!" she fumbled on all fours on her bed.
He wiped his mouth and halted her to stop with his other hand. "Yeahh… yea..," trying to catch his breath, "I'm fine."
For the first time ever, she had a hard time believing her father, "Daddy, I think you should go back to bed. You're still hurt."
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine now. Thanks for comforting me."
Phoenix stood up, gave her a kiss on the forehead and bid her goodnight.
"Goodnight, Daddy."
"Goodnight, babygirl."
He stepped out of the room. Closing the door behind him.
She stopped and held her mouth from gagging. 'He smelled like…'
'...Blood…'
