...1,2, find the shrew...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Encourage Writing Inc.

What would you do if an intruder broke into your house?

Submitted: September 10, 2018

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Submitted: September 10, 2018



I scramble down the stairs as fast as I can.  My feet slide out from under me as I hit the last step.  Knees bang on the hard, cold, concrete floor with a sickening sound, but the pain is far from my mind. 

I crawl as fast as I can for the small space under the staircase.  I don't fit in it like I use to when I was 10, but it's good enough for now.  I have to pull my knees up under my chin just to barely squeeze into the space.

Dust drifts down from the step above me as a heavy boot thuds on it.  My breathing comes in loud gasping pants.  I clamp my hand over my mouth to mask the sound.  The footsteps come down the stairs deliberately slow,  "1, 2, find the shrew.  3, 4, trap the whore.  5, 6, light the wick.  7, 8, watch her faint.  9, 10,..."

His boots stop directly infront of my little hiding spot.  I can hearhis leather apron creak as he bends over.  I see his hair first.  It swings down like a writhering mass of greasy snakes.  He smiles wickedly in sick delight as he peers at me, "care to finish for me, little hen?"  I open my mouth and scream.

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