Injected ((RLLY FUCKIN OLD))

Chapter Two (Ky)

Oh my god.

Creak.

There's something aspace with my window.

Opening it.

I remain still.

Cold fear trickles up my spine.

I hear another creak.

I coil up into a ball.

There's a small bang.

Then silence.

I can hear soft whispering.

Nobody could blunder that for anything.

That was human.

I can't make out exactly what they're saying. Probably because of the distance.

All of the sudden, I hear something else. Something unexplainable. A noise unlike I've ever heard.

None of our species can make the noise.

Cold. Worldless. Unforgettable.

It scares the crap out of me.

The noises start to faint.

Silence.

For about five to ten minutes.

Then I hear it.

There's a creak from the ceiling.

Right overhead from my room.

Footsteps.

Not from just one. There's a couple of "people" up there.

Lightly, I hear the steps skim across our roof.

Shit.

My fingers ache for the lamp.

But something keeps me from touching it.

I can't let them know that I'm awake.

There's no other option left now, but to sleep.

Which is hard.

Until the voices slowly die out.

Whatever was there, came quick, and left suddenly, like there was nothing.

Soon enough, I let my mind drift me to sleep

***

The following morning, I pretend like nothing happened.

Dad pours coffee in my mug.

Silence.

Dad looks at me unusually. He's always used to a "Thank you" after he does anything for me. I smile at him, remembering to show some kindness.

I pick up the mug.

The scene from last night plays in my head. The body. Almost like a human being. But something about it's figure makes it different.

Then I remember the cool feeling in my chest, and the trickle down my spine.

Fear.

Cold fear, that everyone gets once in awhile.

But this somehow, was different.

It was the fear that not even half the world gets.

Like the fear when you're in the back of someone else's van. Or when you're running from something that will assassinate you the moment you make contact.