Threw the Night

Chapter 37: Threw the Night

 

 

 

 

            Trevor edged his way out of his huddle of blankets. The night has transpired calmly so far. It was still dark, and probably very late. Unbeknownst to him whether or not that thing had cleared out of the tree. At least, he assumed it was the same ghoul that he’d seen before. He took a look at his phone. Four hours had passed, and he’d slept all of it. Though, he did curl up and put his hands in his jeans warming them with his thighs. His dad must’ve left the AC on and it was airy and hot outside. Too hot for it to be so cold in here, but he wasn’t so interested in that anymore. He shoved off the blankets and brushed back the curtains an adequate amount. He stared at the tree in front of the house for what felt like a multitude of minutes. Something wasn’t right here. Trevor messed the tapestry of cloth back over the window-sill. He was amazed he was awake. For a time, he probably got so lost in thought he might as well have been asleep. The fear had left him in the duration, to say the least. He felt better, but it was in him. It did its best to envelop him and now that he was back up and on his feet…

            Right outside his window was again silent. He pressed his eyes to the glass, a crack of a limb sprung forth from the sideyard out the window. Ninety-degrees right of him inside his bedroom, he slung himself by the closet where he scuttled into it tightly after ripping away from the view of direct vicinity of outside the window. There, he clung life-and-limb to the bar placed in the slightest-left side to his closet. Feeling whim, but insuring with confidence to remain while attempting to see what was attuned to the outer-shell to his habitat. Trevor braces his foot to the door and stretched his reach by the handle to meet it.

            As he waited to cause the doorway to fly open, he spaces his other arm out to get the mid-level shelf top. Right when he did, a brick being swept up and on to its back thud on flat ground and a solitary presence in-turn was made apparent because the way that it… “Bang pah. Bang pah. Bang. Bang pah. Bang. Bang Pah. Bang Pah.” The window was hit and reflexing to the shutter was revolting, and also, Trevor was shivering at the string of every blow. Frantic, he stayed statuesque when the striking ceased. Not halting to take his left hand and take it down from the bar and resting on a pile of clothes. He sat there. Sitting till whatever position in there was minutely comfortable. Hoping no causation would uproot this dwelling until dawn.