The Late Night Intruder Pt. 1

By SiddiQ, 10th Aug 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/18urfr27/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Short Stories

Before going to bed, Jacob is left suspicious when he sees the bathroom door left open a smudge after he was sure that he had closed it tightly.
His suspicions-and fear-arise when the bathroom door slowly begins to open by itself.
Jacob ain't alone.

Someone's Here
The Intruder
The Poem

Someone's Here

Something wasn’t right. Something was horribly wrong.
I could’ve sworn I had left the bathroom door closed.
I lay in my bed, looking out the window into the pitch-black night.
I was usually scared of the dark. But the bathroom door opening by itself topped my fear of the dark.
My fear was showered in darkness. I pulled the blankets up to my neck.

Everyone else in the house were asleep. If only I could do the same.

I knew I had shut the bathroom door closed before jumping into bed. I even heard the click when it shut. So how did it open by itself?
Something was out of the ordinary here.
Nobody could’ve snuck into my bathroom. They would’ve been seen.
I decided to ignore this scenario and decided to get some shut-eye.
As I was about to do so, I heard a sound. I immediately got up. What was that?
Sounded like a footstep. But it was very minute.
“Who’s there?” I whispered.
As I expected, I got no response.
“H-hello?” I stammered.
And then I heard a very eerie voice which ran a chill down my spine.

The Intruder

“Jaaaaaacoooooobb,” it whispered joivially. It sounded like a child’s voice. “I have a surpriiiiiiiisssssssssssee for yooooouuuuuuuuuuuu.”
I couldn’t speak. I was petrified.
“You’ll like it,” the voice resumed. “It’s very shiiiiiiiiiinnnnyyyyyyyyyy and shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarp.”
And then, I heard the sound of scissors closing and opening.
“What do you want?” I asked, feeling very chicken-hearted.
No reply.
By now I had such a frightened countenance, I thought I’d faint.
And of course, the dark was the least of my problems compared to this!
I felt as if the dark was closing in on me, trying to suffocate me.
And then…I felt a sharp tug on my blanket.
Somebody was trying to climb up my bed using the blanket as a rope.
And surprisingly, the intruder was fast.
I saw the silhouette of a tiny person climbing up the bed.
And he…or she was carrying a scissor.
With swift motion, the intruder pinned down both my arms with one hand with surprising force. It bore the scissor in its other hand.
It brought its face closer and I got to see the face.
I could’ve fainted right there.
It was a clown.
Worse, it was a clown doll.
Its whole face was powdered white. It had black makeup around the eyes, its nose was painted red, it had red paint around its mouth and it was dressed in green clothes all over.
“Helloooooooooooo,” he snarled softly. “Doooooooooooo yoooouuuu like your surpriiiiiiiiisssssssssssssee?”
Then he raised its scissor.

The Poem

I tried to scream but my voice was caught in my throat.
The silver scissor was gleaming in the rays of the moonlight. But I couldn’t bring my time to admire it.
Suddenly, I noticed the strength flowing through my arms. With force and anger, I gave him a fatal blow to the head. He let out a soft shout and dropped the scissor. He fell of my bed.
I quickly rose up from bed and grabbed the scissor.
The clown lay face-down on the floor. But it was getting up.
I pressed my knee down against it to the floor and jammed the scissor’s blade into its back.
It screamed and twitched. Then, it lay still.

What just happened! I thought. Why did he come here?!

Then I think I fainted.
*****
When I opened my eyes, bright sunlight streamed in through the windows. It was morning.
It was a dream! That clown doll, those pair of scissors, they weren’t real. There was nothing to be scared of. I was worked up over nothing.
It looked at the wall clock in front of me. It was 9:30am.
I jumped off my bed and was shuffling towards the bathroom when I stepped on something.
I looked under my foot and saw a folded piece of paper.
Huh? What’s this? I picked it up and unfolded it. It was a poem. I read it out:

I visit you at night,
I climb up your bed,
I try to kill you,
But you smack me in the head,

You stab me in the back,
And I can’t get stitches,
Surgeons would run away,
Even if I offer them riches

You think you had killed me,
But I still had in me, life,
I will return my dear Jacob,
With not a scissor but a knife

Your late night intruder.

To Be Continued

Note: To read Part Two, click here
To read Part Three, click here

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SiddiQ
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