Shadow of the Night - Unrevealed: Part 1
“There! Did you not hear that?” Sheldene uncomfortably asked whilst peaking around the murky corner with her blue, sleepy 19 year old eyes. She tried to follow the clatter, but the distance between her and the undefined horror was too far to chase with quivering legs. Her ears were too scrawny to understand where it came from – probably because of her screaming heartbeat. The one sound she could unmistakeably hear was the one trying to break through her chest, to discover the reason for involving at 02:00 am, when the smog still lies upon the grass. Believing that this dream would wake her up soon, Sheldene collected all her bravery into each step closer to the reality of disaster. The reality of fear. The reality of Angels and Demons.
With pale hands she reached out to the switch. “Another step closer – stay calm” she whispered to herself. Her exhausted breath warmed up the cold atmosphere with only one movement towards the switch. “Tick” the lights broke the night just before a similar noise entered her ears.
“Andrew!” she secretly yelled for her brother’s attention. It was only then when she saw his empty bedroom and a bed full of pillows forming a sleeping body. An unwanted conclusion to why she talked to herself. Her fifteen year old brother was not there. Neither were her parents. “A boundless babysitter I am!” she greatly performed an act of sarcasm. The house never felt that big and empty before. Her blue eyes wanted to close and force her to hide from whatever it might be. “Shhh…” a voice crawled up her spine. That was the moment! The moment where the world stood still... the moment where her legs stopped shaking, her breath died out and her eyes overlooking to hide her away.
With horror paling her numb body she quickly turned around. Nothing. No one. Not a single person nor any sign of figure to combine her and the thriller. Only her fear and bravery beginning a war of their own. Sheldene slowly moved towards the wooden cupboard. She extended the pace she walked to delay the reality of facing her. Every bit of air she exhaled got colder, making it hard to breathe again. Her hair avoided her neck, yet she felt the touch of something trying to crawl up her ears. Her eyes dried out as result of focus and yet no control. With her feet the only part to show that she is still alive… breaking the foundation underneath her with squeaky sounds representing her loneliness in the house of horror. Her hand quivered its way to the handle. Her fingers had frozen… Her heart skipped every second beat. Then… she did it. She opened the drawer and pressed the button. The red button used for emergencies. She never had a reason to press it before.
“When you hear someone in the house… and you know for sure you are not safe… you go to the drawer. There is a panic button on the left side in the back corner. You press it and hide yourself and your brother in your room. Do not open unless the cops are there!” her dad’s voice recalled inside her head. Without thinking twice she silently moved back against the wall until she reached the bedroom. With a rush she grabbed all her breath and shut the door behind her. “The key! Where is my key?” she whispered with dismay. She could hear footsteps running up the stairs towards her room. A deep voice, unrecognisable, yelled in her direction! With only the corner of her eye she saw the key lying next to her bed table. Like the mid-air she took the key and locked the door in only a few seconds. At this moment she started crying. Screaming for help! Begging for someone… anyone to just come and save her! The door shut against the wall as it opened from the outside. For a second time she tried to scream but this time… nothing came out… her breath passed away… the tears in her eyes kept rolling down her face onto her neck and down on the wooden floor… her hands stopped shacking and her feet…this time her feet could not show that she is still alive. Sheldene… only a shadow in the dark nobody can see.
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