SURVIVE THE NIGHT

I was hiding between the side of the bed and the wall. It was dark. Nobody could have noticed me, not even with the lights on.

But I had a strong feeling that it might come after me. I don't want it to find me. “Please. God. Don't let it find me. please.”

It was too quiet. It was a silence before the hunter hunts its prey. If I make a single sound, I am so sure it will come blasting the door to hunt me, kill me and drag me to what hell I do not know. There's no sound apart from my breathing.

I was silent, listening to each sound, each squeak, thud, slam, hoping that with each sound it was moving away from me.

“God. please. Don't let it find me. “

I was pleading to heavenly beings to save me from this hell.

Until a few hours ago, I was sleeping peacefully in my bed. Alexa playing my favorite playlist. The air-conditioner just enough to get me to feel cozy after a nice warm bath.

I heard a loud bang and that sound changed everything in an instant, everything went upside down of my peaceful life.

I am not sure what it is or how it happened or where it came from. All I knew is that I heard a sound like a gunshot from the ground floor. I was up and running downstairs to find out.

As I moved closer, I heard noises of two silhouettes trying and struggling to choke the other out. I slowed down, trying to peek in to the kitchen from the staircase.

A beam of light from a passing vehicle came through the kitchen door revealing the silhouette. It was my father but he didn't look like his usual self. His clothes were ragged. His hair ripped. Eyes bulged. Mouth spitting saliva. It was a horrible sight.

I heard a snapping sound and my mother lay there motionless. A shocking gasp escaped my mouth and my father's eyes turned towards the staircase. I felt a shiver down my spine.

It was not my father, definitely not MY FATHER. It was something else. I cannot explain what it is, because it is the raging anger of a full-blown psycho with blood red eyes to hunt and kill and tear apart whatever meets its eyes.

At that very moment, I felt a hand covering my mouth and dragged me upstairs.

It was my sister, Charlotte. She asked me to keep quiet. Slowly removed her hand from my mouth and without speaking a word, she took me back to my bedroom.

"Jen! Look at me. Stay with me. Jenny! Are you okay? Are you Hurt.?"

"No."

"Good! I want you to stay focused. Alright? Look stay quiet, don’t move. Go to that corner, don’t come out whatever the reason, stay hidden okay. Lock the door behind me. "

"Charlie, don't leave me. Please"

"Ssshhh!!! Jen, we need to get out, wait here. I'll be back soon"

I hid in the corner of the bed. I didn't want her to leave. I don't want her to get torn apart. Mom would never want her to go alone.

Mom.

The fact that my mother is dead in the most brutal way, struck hard in my chest. I was shivering. Fear clasped every nerve in my body and I was shaking in fear. I cried for help for someone to come save us.

God. please.

There was some noise outside. I was listening carefully. The sound was moving away from my bedroom. The noise was intentional. I immediately understood that my sister is making the noise to divert the creature or whatever away from me. I know she was brave but I didn't want to lose her life.

I slowly moved to the edge of the bed and moved inch by inch without making any noise toward the bedroom door. I reached the door and tried to turn the doorknob. The lock opened with a click sound and the door creaked as I opened it.

Suddenly I heard a noise someone running up the stairs. My heart froze for a second immediately regretting the decision. The sound ran straight down the corridor and my bedroom door opened.

The figure immediately closed the door behind and locked it. It was my sister.

Charlotte: "Jen! Quick! MOVE the bed. We need to block the door. Find anything that can block the door."

We moved the bed. I moved my writing table, wardrobe, boxes, suitcase, books and thrown everything I had in my room on the door.

We sat opposite the door, tried, thirsty, afraid, alone. We are stuck alone in a house with a creature trying to kill us, no, it was not trying to kill us, it wants to rip us off bones to muscles.

Me: "Charlie?"

Charlotte: "Hmm?"

Me: "You think we are gonna make it?"

Charlotte: "Of course, I am here. I will make sure we will."

My brain finally started to function normally and tried to analyze the situation.

Me: "Charlie, we should call the police they should be able to help us, right?"

Charlotte: "I tried, the line kept ringing and no one picked up."

Me: "Oh no, then let’s shout for the neighbors"

Charlotte: "Jen!"

Me: "What?"

Her eyes fell on the door opening at the bottom. I tried to look under the bed and I saw a shadow of legs in the gap. The figure slowly bent down and sniffed inside the room. There was a moment's silence and then there was a loud bang on the door. It felt that the door would come apart with each bang.

"Jen, look we need to escape from here. We can't stay here anymore. We need to move out. "

My sister made a gesture to look out the window. I nodded.

We opened the window latch and looked out and I could not believe what I was seeing. The entire street was like a riot and people were fighting and killing each other. Most of them looked like my father. It was a mass maniac of brutal killing psychopaths.

I couldn't understand what was happening. At that very moment, the door hatch broke and there was a hole in the door. It found us. I saw its blood-red eyes and it is not going to rest until it kills us.

Suddenly the red-eye moved and another red-eye looked through the hole. I immediately recognized it. It was my mother. She should have been dead but then here she was, same as my father, banging on the door. It seemed like some kind of rabid disease and it spreads quickly.

The door was opening wide with each bang. We need to get out quick.

I was on the window ledge, grabbed the pipeline, and tried to climb up. My sister followed me. Suddenly the door banged open and Charlotte was pulled back in.

"CHARLIE!!!!!! CHARLIE !!!!!!"

There was the sound of struggling and a loud bang. It was surely a gunshot and another shot.

"CHARLIEEE!!!!"

Charlotte replied with an exhausting voice "Jen!"

I was relieved to hear her voice. I saw her hands on the window ledge.

Me: "What happened, Charlie?"

Charlotte: "I shot them. Get back in"

Me: "What are we going to do, Charlie?"

Charlotte: "We. Are. Going. To. Survive. The. Night" She was panting with every word.

We carried our parents’ bodies out to the backyard. We started to pack our bags with food and tools.

Me: "Where are we going?"

Charlotte: "We got to leave the town. Remember the National Reserve Park we went to with dad. We need to go there. A place with fewer humans to kill us and here take this!"

She handed me a gun.

Charlotte: "Keep this close with you at all times, shoot if you have to and I mean to shoot at anyone. Don’t have a second thought. When I ask you to pull the trigger, you must do it. Promise me."

Me: "Okay! But there are animals in the National Reserve"

Charlotte: "Jen! Right now, I don’t even trust you and any other human being and you should do the same if you want to survive. Understand?"

Me: "Yes"

Charlotte: "Alright! Let’s take dad's car. We will go fast and reach there by dawn. Hopefully, we will survive the night"