Terror at the Window

The TERROR at the Window

In my lonely house in Main, I herd noises at my window, in my bedroom. Logic tells me it is nothing by but the trees. Paranoia and Mad lonely imagination tells me it is something horrible.

Many a times than I investigate the noise at my window, every time I found nothing but wind and branches. But I never saw the branches touch my window, and I never herd a noise quiet as horrible as what I herd each night, at my window.

I had moved to the lonely house to escape people. Isolation and Loneliness had been my goal when moving to the northern state of Main. No house's were less than a mile. No people close enough to run to. Nobody.

But Me and the Noises...

My mother had died at a early age, sadly, and unexpectedly. Left with my quiet and lonely father, I felt no company, no presence. He left me alone, and I him. In my loneliness and I had found solace in books of lore. I did well enough in school, but my teachers often mentioned, I had no drive. Even in the class of peers my age, loud, immature, and playful, I was still alone.

I did not need people for I had my books: Stephen King, Ayn Rand, William Shakespeare, James Patterson, Lemony Snicket, Eoin Colfer, J.R.R. Tolkien , but most unfortunately I had the horror legend H.P. Lovecraft.

The terrible and blasphemous horrors of his stories may be the cause of my fear. The Madness of his novels may have bread the madness I felt gripping me when I started to hear the noise at the window.

I got a dog to keep me company. I was not fond of canines but in such terrible state of mind, I felt a protective and loyal pet would be good.

Things were not good. The dogs barks were horrible at night. On and on it barked and growled at the windows, and each time I investigated, nothing. Only the trees, that came from the dreadfully close woods that almost touched my house, and the shadows, the dark and ominous shadows...

I had to eventually tie the dog outside, in hopes that I may perhaps rest with his barking no longer in the house, and with hope, maybe the dog would scare away what tormented us both.

The dogs barks grew louder and louder. More savage and frantic. Like a beast cornered and fighting for it's life. Growls and barks. I dared not look outside. Fear kept me in bed. For the first time in my life I wished my father was with me. Maybe he would have the courage to stop the terror.  

For the first time, in a long time, I missed my mother...

When the dogs barks and growls were at their peak. When the dogs frantic howls became like thunder, Loud unbearable THUNDER, than I herd a a shriek. A cry. A dog's scream. One of unimaginable pain and defeat. One of pure heartbreaking torment. After hours of barking, it all ended with one horrible howl of pain.

For a moment fear and concern for the animal overcame my fears. Gripped by worry and EMPATHY (my Gosh I thought myself incapable of such a emotion) I rushed down the stairs and outside.

Nothing.

No dog. No blood. No rope. Nothing.

In the shock of the moment. In the second when I was surrounded by nothing, but the trees and the shadows, I wondered if I even ever had a dog. Had I herd all the things I had just herd. Or had the loneliness. The ages upon decades of loneliness finally made me mad?

The next day, for the first time in my life, I sought other people. I drove into town. I didn't know where to go or what to do, after all, "sociable" was never ever a word used to describe me. So I went for what I knew: Books. I went to the Library and found a chair. And I slept. For the first time in a long time I slept. I had no idea I was so tired. My fear had kept me alert and awake, but not when I felt safe, surrounded by books and people, I only felt tired.

Everyday I went to the Library. In hopes maybe someone would try to be my friend, or however the hell things like that work. Sometimes I read, sometimes I just sat, most of the time I slept. Being around other people in such a safe place that I knew well had become my oasis, my solace, my haven.

But eventually the library would close, eventually everything, in this small town, closes. Eventually I would have to go home. Arriving home was more horrible than just being their at a sundown. When I was in the house alone all day, I was afraid, but accustom. I was use to the dark loneliness, and sundown became something expected. Dreaded and feared, but still it was EXPECTED. I in a way would adapt to the growing darkness when I was alone in my home.

But when I came home from the city, when I drove down dark streets, to find a even darker house, I found new fear. Going up to my house, in the dark, in the silence of night, became a new terror.

I came home only to darkness and the noises at my window.

One day at the library, while reading through volumes of the occult and monsters, I learned of the cat's, supposed, nature with such terrors. The feline, in the older times when it was pure and called "Felidae" (the original feline, the cat was a guardian. A protector from evil. The people of old, had kept cats to keep terrors at bay.

So I bought a cat. Though the dog came to tragedy, maybe a cat, such a ancient and wise creature with years of history in the occult, would have better luck.

That night was different to say the least.

When I drove up to my driveway, the cat was instantly alert. As if sensing a threat. The dog was fine and happy until night time came, but the cat, as soon as we reached my house, was on the edge. It made low growling noises as I held it and walked to my front door. I took it upstairs and still it's rumblings got louder, until we reached my room where it let out a hiss. A dropped the cat, afraid it might turn violent towards me, and the cat instantly ran to the window. The cat hissed loud and furiously it hissed. The dog had growled with fear and but the cat seemed to his with hatred.

The cat hissed and something terrifyingly growled back.

With a crash my window broke. Dark howls were herd from outside, and terrible hisses from the cat inside. I shrieked in terror for what I saw out my window filled me with fright and new fears of which I thought myself incapable of.

The thing, the creature, the TERROR, looked like no thing I had ever seen before. Not of canine or feline, or even rodent. The closest thing to it I knew was somewhere between primate and reptile. With dark tentacles with sharp shinning claws the monstrosity swiped at the cat. It was huge. As big as perhaps a man. Dreadful, murderous noises erupted from the ghastly creature. Oozing disgusting slime flowed out of its pours. I could not see it well in the darkness but I knew it had fur and scales. And it had teeth. sharp and monstrously deadly teeth. The creature was beyond seances. Beyond any nightmare man had ever dared to imagine before.

I ran. I ran for my life. More crashing and hissing was herd. The cat ran past me to another side of the house. Was  this beast following me? I prayed the cat left my room not in fear but in defense. I prayed, oh I prayed to God Almighty, that the cat left my room because the creature was no longer at my window, and the battle had moved elsewhere.

I was right and wrong. The cat had moved to follow the creature. But the creature didn't move to fight or runaway, the creature moved to follow me.

With a loud crash I felt air fill the house as I ran. Everything moved faster than my sanity was capable of moving me. Loud thuds echoed across my floor.

The thuds, and crashes, now inside my house, got louder and louder. The hissing got louder and louder. EVERYTHING WAS LOUDER AND LOUDER. Until...

Pain.

Now I knew what happened to the dog because it was now happening to me: Pain.

Silence and Pain.