He's ComingA Story by Grimm DeathwishI wanted to write a short story that was a chase and battling the fight or flight....it kind of took a turn as I was writingHE is Coming HE was coming and
I knew HE would find me. I looked around
the house frantically. Panicked, I rushed around looking, searching, back and
forth looking for a place to hide. Time
was running out. HE was coming and I
knew HE would find me. I lived in the
house, I had lived in it my whole life, but I did not know where to hide. I propelled myself silently and anxiously
down the hallways, seeing and omitting every spot passed. HE was coming and I
knew HE would find me. The cold sweat was
starting as I went through each room. My first thought was under the bed, but I
had seen enough movies to know that that was a ridiculous spot. Not only would HE see me, but I could only
see him coming from one direction…and HE could come from anywhere. “Not the bed,” I told myself. The voice I spoke to myself with in my mind
mirrored my physical voice. I murmured
and talked to myself in a hushed, out of breath tone that was getting more
frenzied. “How can I be this out of
breath when I am breathing so heavily?” I mumbled to the empty bedroom. “Think…think…think...think…. where… he’s
going to find me…think…” The running commentary to nobody should have calmed
me, but hearing the terror in my own, nearly unrecognizable voice frightened me
even more. Cautiously and
quickly I peered out of the bedroom down the hall. I couldn’t hear him anymore, but I knew HE was
somewhere and that HE was coming. HE doesn’t
quit. I ran on my toes to the bathroom
thinking about hiding behind the shower curtain. “No! How would you be able to see him
coming?” my personal narrator reasoned. “By the time HE rips the curtain back
it will be too late!” I accepted the
reasoning, but could feel the terror increasing with each second that clicked
forward. “Okay, okay…uhh, not the shower
curtain, but what about…” I ran to the
living room where the curtains hung in front of the window. They were long, shimmery green curtains that
I had always loved. “Those could work, I
can see through them a little, at least enough to see when HE’s coming. I need
to give myself a chance.” I had no idea
how much time I had, I had no idea where HE would come, but I did know that I
really had no chance. My heart was
beating faster and faster. I couldn’t
tell if it was the fear or being out of breath, but it echoed. Finally, silently I dashed behind the
curtains in the living room and listened to my own breath. The curtains swayed and moved with the
heaving of my chest against them. Looking
down to try and even out the swelling of my lungs, I saw the achilles
heel of my hiding place. My own heels, my entire feet, the pair of
them, were sticking out from below the curtain.
Gasping I dashed my eyes around to seek out a new place to hide. I can’t believe I had never noticed that the
curtains were a good 5 inches off the floor!
I swore and flew out from my tarnished safety. HE was coming and
I knew HE would find me. On the floor,
behind the couch, face in my hands, I searched my mind for a new place. Laundry hamper? No. There was no escape from there. Garage, under the car? No. I was trapped there too. Kitchen cupboard? Maybe…I decided to try. Time had to be up.
I had been looking too long. There is no
way HE wasn’t here somewhere searching for me.
The kitchen wasn’t too far away.
As I crawled and worked my way to it, I went through the different
cupboards where I could hide in my mind.
I didn’t have much time. There
was one that might work. It was right in
the corner beside the fridge and held large appliances. I am pretty sure that if I was desperate
enough, I could weave myself behind the appliances and even use them to help
disguise me. I was desperate enough. Just a few more
steps and I would be in the kitchen. My
blood was rushing, my heart was pounding, and I still couldn’t catch my breath. Flight had taken over fight. Turning the corner I made a near-silent
squeal! HE was in there! Searching the exact cupboard I had planned on
finding comfort in! I sprinted down the
hall, not knowing where my feet were taking me, but knowing that they were taking
me away from where HE was. When I
finally gained control of my feet and mind again, I found myself back where I
had started, in the bedroom. “Not under the bed!” My narrator screamed inside
my head once again. He now sounded
frustrated and angry, far from the panicked, out of breath person I was. “No,” I agreed “not under the bed.” I didn’t dare open the door to look and see
if HE had heard me or followed me. I
knew HE was coming, and I knew HE would find me. The only thing I didn’t know was how long;
the clock counting down the time to being found was tick-tocking and I couldn’t
think straight. Suddenly, my
darting eyes fell upon my closet. “The
shelf!” I got a mere glimmer of hope, it
was almost nothing, but it was enough to re-focus and keep going. I still couldn’t hear him, but HE had to be
close. Throwing open the closet door, I
looked up, above where un-ironed shirts hung, to the shelf at the top. I saw an image of myself up there I my mind’s
eye, pressed against the back wall, lying flat…out of sight. “Perfect!” I spouted out a little too loudly. My hands reached up to try and reach the
shelf, my fingertips glanced it. I
looked at the closed bedroom door one last time before jumping to grab hold of
the shelf, my only hope. ***** Dazed, I looked,
from my back on the floor at my hands.
Pieces of the apparently flimsy shelf and its contents littered the carpet
around me. It was over. I lay there in particles of the shelf that
had, only moments ago, offered hope and safety.
Now it was gone, shattering under my weight as I grabbed hold. The shelf had deceived me. HE had definitely heard the crash, HE would
definitely see the catastrophic mess that lay around and on me. It was over.
HE was coming and I knew HE would find me. Slowly, painfully,
I slid under the bed and watched the bedroom door. I could not discern between the sounds of my
rapidly beating heart and the footsteps I heard coming. My breath caught in my throat and my narrator
was silent. There was nothing to do, but
lay there and wait. The worst possible
hiding spot. The hiding spot I had
discredited from the beginning. The
hiding spot that every stupid person in every stupid movie finds themselves
in. I was now that stupid person, but
this was not a stupid movie. The door of
the bedroom opened and I forgot how to breathe.
It seemed that even my heart stopped as I watched his feet pace back and
forth across the closet destruction. HE made
no sound, his shoes walked back and forth.
I noticed every detail in slow motion from my disadvantage point. The
shoes were black with white soles. The
laces were hastily tied and the left was looser than the right. The heels on both feet were worn more on the
outside than the inside and there was a small scuff on the toe of his left
shoe. I saw every detail, I couldn’t
blink, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. Finally, after an eternity, the
scuffed toe turned towards me, the un-scuffed toe followed suit. “I see you.” The voice of
anything other than my narrator now sounded foreign to me. His voice was far different than mine and he
inflected upwards at the end of his sentence. Not the inflection of a question,
but it was as though the words themselves showcased the snarl that was surely
gracing his lips. HE had come and HE
had found me. I had one
chance. I threw myself from underneath
the bed and tripping clumsily trying to gain balance, I barged out of the
bedroom door. My sudden bravery caught
him by surprise and gave me a slight head start. I was running. Running away from him. Running to safety. I heard his footsteps louder than mine. They were louder than my heart. Louder than
my strangled, panting breath. His
footsteps echoed behind me and the echoing was getting closer. I pushed my legs, pumped my arms, sprinted
down the hallway of my once-safe home, but HE was so much faster, inhumanly
fast! I ran faster than I ever knew I
could and my blood pumped through my muscles, but it was not enough. A hand roughly grabbed my shoulder from
behind… “Gotcha!” It was over. Now it was my
turn. Just like all the others before me. ***** 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1……………smiling,
I shouted, I shouted loud enough that everyone heard me through the entire
house. I didn’t have to use my silent
narrator anymore. They were now the
hiders and I was the seeker. ”Ready or not, here I come!” © 2018 Grimm Deathwish |
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Added on May 18, 2018 Last Updated on May 18, 2018 AuthorGrimm DeathwishAboutI am a Canadian in Australia. I try to write a variety of things. I welcome comments, questions and advice! more..Writing
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