I don't even know why I keep updating my stuff on here when it seems like nobody is reading it...
Well whatever. This will be my very last story on here. After this one is finished I will stop posting stuff on this account,
or maybe I will even delete this account, since nobody is giving a damn about the stuff I post on here...
Chapter 2
The moon was already high in the sky and the small town of Morrison was calm and quiet, because their inhabitants slowly but surely went to bed.
Only Paul Jenkins was still awake.
The young man tossed himself restlessly around in his bed, trying to desperately get some sleep.
It had been a tough day and he was supposed to be tired, but something in him wouldn't let him sleep that night and no matter what he did, what he tried, he just couldn't fall asleep.
After a few more desperate minutes, in which he had been unable to fall asleep, he gave up his attempts and swung himself out of bed.
His legs carried him unerringly into the kitchen and to the fridge, where he took out a cold beer.
Maybe not the best way to fall asleep, but the only thing that had come to his mind in this moment.
Darkness had fallen over the world out there already, but it was pleasantly warm for this time of the year and so he chose to drink his beer outside on the small porch.
He replaced his sleep shirt with a sweater, put on his slippers and stepped out.
Outside he was immediately greeted by a pleasant breeze that gently brushed through his short hair. The moon gave him light and the rays of the star raised his mood a bit.
He loved the town in which he lived.
It was surrounded by nature, he had his peace and the people who lived here were nice and helpful.
But the terrible events hadn't pass Paul and he preferred not to think about it, that a kidnapper, or even a killer walked around in this once idyllic town and spread terror and fear.
Who knew who would be his next victim and when he would strike again?
Paul shivered at this thought and he quickly took a swig from the bottle in his hand before his eyes went back to the sky.
He tried to banish all these dark thoughts from his mind, instead focusing on the whisper of the wind and the rustle of the leaves, which were moved by a gentle breeze and he felt how he relaxed and how his eyes became heavier and heavier.
Until a cracking noise came to his ears, which sounded as if someone had stepped on a small tree branch.
Paul's eyes shot open and he turned his head into the direction from which the sound had come from, but there was nothing but darkness.
Perhaps he had just imagined that?
A human brain could easily be fooled when it got not enough sleep...
But when the sound repeated, this time from the other side, Paul knew that he hadn't imagined it and a chill came over him and goosebumps covered his body.
Someone was behind his house and seemed to watch him...
Maybe the killer?
Or a wild animal which ran around behind his house, in a desperate search for something to eat?
In Paul's head manifested the most uncanny images he could think of and again he shuddered and he hardly dared to move, in fear every little movement could provoke the person or the animal to attack.
This shouldn't happen at all!
Therefore he would now stand up slowly and go back into the house, where he would lock the door and call the police.
Yes, that sounded like a very good plan and Paul didn't waste any time to put his plan into action.
He put the still half-full beer bottle next to the bench, where he sat and he slowly rose from his seat. His eyes were directed to the place from which the noise had come from. But now all was quiet around him. No cracking noises were heard anymore, no steps, nothing.
But somehow he felt watched by something and he couldn't wait to get back to the door, which was next to the bench.
He had almost made it.
Only turn the doorknob and go into the house...
Again it cracked and this time some kind of growl mingled under the noise, which made Paul shiver hard.
This growl sounded not human and he also couldn't remember any animal that made such noises!
The growl was repeated, sounded closer and heavy footsteps were pounding on the wooden facade that went around the whole house.
This thing was very close and seemed to be coming into his direction.
When Paul was aware of that he panicked and his feet carried him quickly to his front door.
Behind him he heard a roar and quick steps followed him to his door, but before the beast could strike, the young man had managed to save himself into his house and he slammed the door shut behind him. He quickly locked it and he took several steps back, away from the door. His heart was pounding hard in his chest and sweat gathered on his forehead, when the fear threatened to overwhelm him.
A weapon!
He had a gun in the kitchen, which he had only for emergencies.
And this was clearly an emergency!
He quickly ran into the kitchen, where he searched for the weapon and he found it in one of the drawers.
But...where was the ammunition?!
The gun was not loaded!
"Shit!" he swore loudly and his heart was about to jump out of his body any moment.
His eyes searched frantically for the ammunition, but he just couldn't find it!
Then there was a loud crash, when something destroyed the front door.
When Paul turned around his heart skipped a beat when he saw the red sparkling eyes that looked at him and the fangs that flashed in the pale light of the moon. Mighty claws that hung on huge feet scratched over the wooden floor as the beast began to move into his direction.
Paul tried to run away, but he was not fast enough.
He no longer managed to reach the living room, when the monster hurled him to the ground and shortly after his fangs buried into his shoulder and made him scream out in pain.
Desperately he flailed under the weight of this monster, when claws were digging into his back, tore his clothes and the underlying skin apart and soon his blood sullied the ground below him.
Then he was turned around onto his back and the last thing he saw, before the beast tore his throat to shreds, were two rows of long, razor-sharp fangs that sunk into his neck and ended his life…