Improvisus (probably not updating again)

Chapter 2 (revised)

The second I saw who had been holding the bizarre sign I grabbed the curtains and quickly shut them. I grabbed Nat’s, who was very shocked by what had happened, hand and pulled her away from the window. We bolted to the closet and I slowly and quietly pushed the door closed.

I listened in the silence for any footsteps, but no noise rang throughout the air. My tense shoulders began to relax, but that didn’t last long. An intense banging sound began and I knew what was happening; the monster of a man from my dreams was trying to break into our house.

I didn’t bother putting anything heavy against the door, because that would just make it that more obvious as to our hiding place, and if the half dead man believed magic was real, well I didn’t want to take my chances.

I looked around our small closet. The light brown wood flooring helped eliminate any sound that was made, but would not provide cover for us. We had our fancier clothes hanging up on a metal bar that was to the left of the doorway, and it would give us the best place to hide, but there wasn’t much space and it was very predictable. Underneath the hanging clothes, there was cubbyholes for shoes, but most of the shoes littered the closet flooring. To the right of the clothes that were hanging up, there was a small desk, but you could easily spot a person hiding under a desk. Beside the desk, there was a mountain of clothes that met the back wall. I knew that would be our best place to hide and I grabbed Nat’s arm and shoved her into the pile.

Just as she landed on the clothes, I realized the banging had stopped. I had no idea what the man had done, but we had to move faster in case he had found a way inside. Nat and I buried ourselves in the mountain of unfolded clothes, and just as I covered the top I heard the shattering of glass. I didn’t know how it had broken because there had been no banging or anything that could’ve broken the glass, but I had no time to think about it.

I sat on the floor, covered by clothes and hoping that the man that’s face was half gone would not find us. I felt Nat’s hand grip my wrist and her nails dug into my skin, but I barely felt the pain.

I couldn’t see what was happening, and for all I knew the invader could’ve been in the closet two feet away from me. Then the noise came, it was quiet at first, but got louder and louder as someone approached the closet.

The door quietly creaked open and small beams of light seemed to squeeze through the pile of clothes. I slowly felt around for anything that I could use as a weapon and I wished I had thought of that earlier.

“You two can stop hiding and come out. I know you’re in here,” the familiar voice from my dreams filled the room, “I’m not going to hurt you….not this time.” A shiver ran up my spine and the room seemed to be colder. I knew that the man who was half dead would hurt us, he had recently tried to kill me and somehow had come from my dreams to real life. He might as well have been a murderer holding a gun to my head saying he didn’t want to hurt me.

“Stay here,” I whispered directly into Nat’s ear, so not a sound could be heard from anyone. She seemed to have heard because she let go of my arm. I slowly picked up clothes on the ground and placed them around Nat without moving the pile. She soon was covered to the best of my abilities and I was ready to make my move.

I leaped out of the pile, and unfortunately the half dead man, who I decided to give the name Alan for simplicity sake, was right in front of me. I accidentally hit him and we both fell to the ground. I scrambled away from Alan, but soon found myself at the back of the closet with nowhere to go.

I jumped to my feet and hoped I could lead him out of the closet, but he was blocking the doorway. “I just want to talk.” He raised his stumps as he spoke. I found it hard to believe that he didn’t want to kill me after what had happened earlier, when he had said that I could be his downfall.