Hey guys I'm trying to update sooner, but I'll tell you a little secret, there's this boy who I like and I think he likes me back so I've been a little preoccupied! LOL!
Cassie heard the front door open. She held her breath as a short silence followed by a loud bang, and then something along the lines of WWF wrestling and then another loud bang. Then silence, she glanced quickly out the window, the rain was coming down harder and dark ominous clouds loomed overhead. A quick flash of lightening made her jump. She knocked into a bookcase, which shook and creaked and finally an old candle stick on top rolled off. It hit the floor with a crack. It shattered and pieces went everywhere. She gasped.
Slow steps came her way, she held her breath and didn't dare move. The door slowly creaked open and then an eerie silence followed. She finally got up enough guts to poke her head out from behind the bed. As she did she slowly relaxed as she saw nothing.
"Steve, is that you?" she whispered.
No reply.
"Steve?" she said a bit louder.
Silence.
"I swear Steve if that's you, it ain't funny," she whined.
She heard a deep laugh and then the door creaked open, "It ain't Steve you have to ask for,"
She froze, it couldn't be. Where was Steve? She slowly rose to her feet she knew she couldn't hide, at least not in here. She looked around her eyes searching for a weapon. She couldn't see anything useful. She could have used the candle stick but it was shattered. Suddenly her eyes fell upon the window, she could climb out of it.
She raced toward it just as he came into the room. She reached it and flung it open with ease. She climbed out and started for the stables. She ran through the muddy driveway to the barn door and slid it open. The old building was musty and damp. Bad insulation. She ran toward the back and hid behind some old equipment. She could here the thunder crack like a whip.
The barn door slid open on its wet track with great ease and he clambered in. He was drunk, so drunk that he might just pass out. She prayed he would. He seemed to have heightened senses because he knew just where to go to find her. She looked around what clue could she have possibly left? She spotted the mud she tracked in. It led right to her.
She looked around and saw a small ladder that went up she almost went for it, but she was afraid of being cornered. Instead she decided to take a chance and run right past him. She was wet and slippery and maybe he wouldn't be quick enough. She got up and darted to another hay bale. He didn't even notice.
She made her way back to the door as he followed her breadcrumbs, which she intentionally left. She made her way through the stable and out to the backyard, she ran as fast as she could through the yard, but it was so slick. She slipped in some mud and fell. She lay there in agony, she looked at her leg and realized how swollen it had become. She wondered how it got that way so fast. It must be screwed up. A number of things could be wrong with it. She heard him come out of the barn and then she heard a noise that made the prickles on her neck happen again. It was the loading of a shotgun.
"Little girl, come out. I won't hurt you," he called.
She turned her head and he looked right at her. He smiled and his yellow teeth shown through. Gross. He raised the barrel and pointed it at her. He pulled the trigger.
BANG
The bullet grazed her arm, she shouted out in pain and stumbled to her feet. She refused to give up so easily. So clutching her arm and limping, she staggered back to the house and up the steps. She rounded another corner and came to the attic steps. She knew something that he didn't.
Another pretty short chapter, but I like it!