Chapter 70

The next week it rains and rains. The forecast is for a whole week of rain showers and even a lightning storm.

I spend it helping Alice with the children, I don't go out, nor do I go outside the house, not to my therapy session.

I feel startled by every noise at night, or every door slam, or just anything that sounds loud. I'm jumpy and impatient; I try hard to be relaxed and to read some of the books Jasper has offered over at the bookshelf of the living room. They are all Religion and Psychology books not really what I would consider light reading.

I sit in my room on the little build-in couch in the window sill the light rain is pelting against the windows, it's been raining all morning so I try reading a novel that Alice recommends, it's a supernatural romance that I really don't get. They are too different and the guy could literally kill her, so maybe she's stupid for falling in love with him, having her pick at any guy that she wants, since she's the new kids in town.

I get to a chapter where they talk about him watching over her at night, he climbs in though her window and watches her sleep.

Talk about creepy.

There is a noise outside my window. But I ruled it out as soon as I see the dogs huddled up inside there large dog houses that Jasper has build for them -Jack and Leah are two chocolate labs that they rescued, they where tossed out of a moving vehicle in National City, a lady found them emaciated and about to die, and nursed them back to health. Jasper meet her when they took Whiskers to get fixed at the vet, and she told him that she couldn't take care of them since she already had like 8 dogs or something. So Jasper broad them home with him, Alice loves her cat and was worried about them getting along, but I guess everything worked out since they still have them.

They wine and whimper; I hear noises but can barely see through the rain. It seams like there is a shadow over there dog-houses. I hear them scratch the floor and they bark and howl a little.

I open my window trying to get a better look when I see the dark figure hovering over them. The lightning strikes and the thunder roars. The figure slowly turn's its head in my direction.

Suddenly I feel faint and a hand touches my shoulder. I scream in fear and droop the window loudly closing it. Alice shakes me trying to get my attention but I can only see the figure looking inside my window, its bonny white hands are poised over the glass. I drop to the floor as if trying to protect myself from the image.

I crawl backwards and hit my back and head against the wall with all of David's toys, the shelves rattle from the force of my body colliding with it. My eyes are watering in fear I'm hyperventilating and shaking with fear, there is no escape from this.

The hood obscuring its face, but the nose and the lips are visible, the sneer is there.

I hear myself mumbling and I can't stop, it's so fast that I can even make out the words, It comes closer as if trying to open the window and I hear myself shriek and whimper and scream and grunt, but nothing is getting through to my panicked brain.

I feel Alice at my side speaking rapidly, hushing me and trying to turn my head to look at her. But the figure keeps its gaze on me. I feel the warmed and the chill at the same time.

The figure moves its head as if trying to see clearly through the window glass, its lips close in a thin line and I see the glow of its irises, shining with the light of the room in the darkness of the night.

Before I know it everything becomes silent, I stand on my wobbly legs and slowly approach the window It leans it's head closer to the glass and presses it's lips to it, as if leaving a kiss there. There's a loud thud and that's the last thing I remember before the darkness takes me.

I run down a long and wide street, my feet are bear; I feel the pavement under them as they cut my tender skin, the jagged stones prick the souls and I see the blood. I have to get away.

They're chasing me.

I know they'll get me if I don't run faster. I try to hide but there isn't anywhere to do it. All the small houses are closed, and it's night time. I hear the howling in the distance and the crunching of the wheels on the street.

The wind has picked up and I'm cold, I look down a little and see that I'm only wearing a dark cloak, I pull the hood up to cover my head and warned out the cold, but it's no use I feel it deep in my bones, I keep moving and head to the intersection of the street where I can see street lights on, the dull orange light obscures the faces of the people walking across the street.

I'm scared but I don't know why.

I stop on the side walk near a liquor store and see a man sitting on the floor, he's leaning against the wall, and I can smell the alcohol and decay on him. It makes me curious and l move closer to him, and as if he was welcoming me, his smile spreads across his face, before I even register the movement, my hand is on his cheek and he turns into dust.