Resistance

Untitled Part 15

Scott had gone to bed early but was abruptly awoken by a loud noise outside his window. He sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. There was another noise, and Scott crept carefully out of the bed and over to the window, hoping intently it wouldn't be another burglar. He was not prepared to deal with that today. He grabbed a baseball bat he had resting by his bedside and peered between the curtains into his back yard.

He could hear someone rustling out there but it was too dark to see anything.

Cautiously he went out of his bedroom and over to the back door, grabbing a flashlight from a dresser as he went.

Carefully swinging the door open he stepped out into the darkened back yard and turned on the flashlight. He could still hear rustling, and hoped it would just be a racoon or a stray dog.

Slowly, he led the beam of his flashlight shine over the garden, stopping at the shed in the back. The door was open just a bit and swinging gently in the cool evening breeze. Scott went over to it, still intently hoping it would just be an animal. Racoons could open doors, couldn't they?

He took a moment to brace himself, before taking hold of the door and swinging it wide open.

What met him on the inside was enough to make him take a step back in surprise. It was a person, hunched over some of his gardening tools. A young girl, Scott realised as she turned to face him.

But the way she acted and the look on her face was as inhuman as it could get.

Scott stumbled another step back as she leaped out of the shed and disappeared over his garden wall into the garden next door.

Scott took another moment to recollect himself before carefully peering over the wall. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

With a silent sigh, Scot went back inside and locked the door behind him. He thought about calling the police about the incident, but decided against it. As far as he could tell the girl hadn't taken anything, and since she was long gone by now it seemed rather futile.

He put away the flashlight and the baseball bat and went back to bed.

But as he tried to sleep, his mind wouldn't quite let go of the look the girl had given him. A sort of crazed, half-starved glare. It was like looking into the eyes of a stray animal and Scott couldn't help wondering what might cause a glare like that to appear in the eyes of a human being.

In the end he gave up on sleeping and settled into the living room with a book and the radio on low volume.

tKPvScott had gone to bed early but was abruptly awoken by a loud noise outside his window. He sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. There was another noise, and Scott crept carefully out of the bed and over to the window, hoping intently it wouldn't be another burglar. He was not prepared to deal with that today. He grabbed a baseball bat he had resting by his bedside and peered between the curtains into his back yard.

He could hear someone rustling out there but it was too dark to see anything.

Cautiously he went out of his bedroom and over to the back door, grabbing a flashlight from a dresser as he went.

Carefully swinging the door open he stepped out into the darkened back yard and turned on the flashlight. He could still hear rustling, and hoped it would just be a racoon or a stray dog.

Slowly, he led the beam of his flashlight shine over the garden, stopping at the shed in the back. The door was open just a bit and swinging gently in the cool evening breeze. Scott went over to it, still intently hoping it would just be an animal. Racoons could open doors, couldn't they?

He took a moment to brace himself, before taking hold of the door and swinging it wide open.

What met him on the inside was enough to make him take a step back in surprise. It was a person, hunched over some of his gardening tools. A young girl, Scott realised as she turned to face him.

But the way she acted and the look on her face was as inhuman as it could get.

Scott stumbled another step back as she leaped out of the shed and disappeared over his garden wall into the garden next door.

Scott took another moment to recollect himself before carefully peering over the wall. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

With a silent sigh, Scot went back inside and locked the door behind him. He thought about calling the police about the incident, but decided against it. As far as he could tell the girl hadn't taken anything, and since she was long gone by now it seemed rather futile.

He put away the flashlight and the baseball bat and went back to bed.

But as he tried to sleep, his mind wouldn't quite let go of the look the girl had given him. A sort of crazed, half-starved glare. It was like looking into the eyes of a stray animal and Scott couldn't help wondering what might cause a glare like that to appear in the eyes of a human being.

In the end he gave up on sleeping and settled into the living room with a book and the radio on low volume.

tKPv