30 Day Horror Writing Challenge: Day 2

30 Day Horror Writing Challenge: Day 2

There is a glass scratching sound on your house’s windows and you get up out of bed to check it out. You look toward the windows and don’t see anything. All of the sudden the glass breaks and something jumps in! What is it and what do you do next?

The scratching was nothing at first, just a light clawing, nothing to pull Gladys’ focus away from the TV screen. She had been waiting all week for this premiere, she wasn’t going to allow branches on the window to keep her from watching it. Her eyes were hooked to the screen as her favorite star made his entrance, she hadn’t seen him in months and an impish smile graced her lips. The scratching on the window was mounting to something more like nails on a chalkboard, Gladys picked up the remote and upped the volume, her smile now replaced with a twinge of annoyance. The spray of broken glass finally forced her eyes away, she didn’t hear the crash of the window and time slowed for her as she took notice of the giant animal sitting in her living room. The idea to scream was stuck, she was too confused to make a sound, too scared to think straight, she froze. Rational thought was for the second before when she was enjoying mindless programing, now she was more concerned with how the beast was soaking her carpet. The blood that dripped off the white fur of this creature was staining Gladys’ newly cleaned floor. The deep growl coming from this thing sent Gladys back in real-time and her brain finally kicked in, something told her not to scream, not to run and definitely not to break eye contact. She knew she had read somewhere about keeping their gaze, never let them win, never allow them to see how terrified you really are. They stood there for an unknown amount of time, long enough for Gladys to finally calm herself and take in the pure strangeness of this thing standing in her living room. It wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t a bear but seemed to be something in between, that was all semantics, all that mattered right now was the foul look this things was giving her. Bright yellow eyes, unnatural and sickening, paired with large teeth stained red, Gladys refused to allow herself to think about what that color came from. The beast finally started to walk forward but it was too human, too familiar to Gladys, no wolf should move like that, not that she honestly had any face to face interaction with wolves before.