Something Evil This Way Comes Part 1
Some Ambiance To Set The Tone
As We Waited
I stared nervously out the boarded window into the darkness of night. I could feel my brothers hand slowly intertwine with mine as we looked out over the black velvet night that blanked the field in front of us. A small collection of clouds seemed to linger intentionally in front of the moon, denying us the only light by which to see. We knew it was coming, it always came no matter what. First it took Mrs. Hallowen, the old widow that lived down the lane. The next night it took Mr. Pencer who ran the local five and dime. The third night it was our mother while she slept alone her bed. Each night it came and each night all we could do was sit in the house and listen to them scream. Everyone of them screamed as it took them away fighting with every ounce of strength to remain where they were. In the end it did not matter they always lost and it always won, you cannot fight something like this. As each night passed we waited for it to take us, but it never did not until tonight anyway. I knew for sure tonight it would be either my brother or I screaming as we where drug from our home by it, never to be seen again. I was well aware that the odds where stacked against us, the rest of the town was mostly empty at this point, there may have been four or five people left holed up in their homes like us but we did not know. When it started coming people stopped going out in public. If we went out it was a quick trip out to gather food and water, no one spoke. Hell people barely made eye contact with one and other during the day, we got what we needed and ran back home without so much as a nod to the people we had spent our lives growing up around. No one knew what made it come or why it had chosen our town, but we all knew we did not want to anger it. So there we sat in our house, sweat pouring down my forehead, heart beating a thousand miles an hour because I knew tonight was our night. A rustle in the now overgrown bushes outside of my house caught my attention. The noise sounded like the noise the squirrels used to make as they fought over the last acorn. I knew better, I had not seen a single animal since it started coming, funny how animals can sense things like this and know when to run. My brothers had tightened on mine, this was it this was the moment we had been dreading, it was here. Struggling to breath as I heard the noise a second time, I knew I had to stay strong for the sake of John. I stole a glance in his direction only to see him huddled on the floor in the fetal position, tears streaming down his face as he whimpered. The dust that had collected on the floor was now attaching itself to my sibling, leaving his body covered in a slightly brown film of filth. For the first time in a long time I marveled at how dirty our house really was. I myself am what some would call a neat freak, its funny how quickly priorities can change. My brief moment of disgust at the state of our house was cut short as what sounded like a murmurer could be heard from outside. My brother paused for a moment and raised his head to shoot my a inquisitional look. I returned the look and inched towards the door.
Expecting the Unexpected
As I made my way slowly to the door the noise came a second time, only this time the murmur sounded more like a muffled scream. Glancing back I saw the fear in my brother's eyes as he shook his head slowly no. Steeling myself and fighting every instinct in my body that told me to run and hide I continued towards the door. My hand shaking I raised it to the knob, fearing what lay beyond. As my fingers closed around the cold brass of the door know a loud thump came from outside. My heart skipped a beat as the door nearly buckled from the force of the impact. I dove backwards as a second bang resonated through the room and the door gave a little more. I knew at this rate it would only take one or two more solid hits for the door to give way and allow whatever it was on the other side through. My brother was making his way up the stairs to the bedrooms in an effort to hide from whatever being the night held, fully aware that his attempt was in vain. The third bang was followed by what could now distinctly be called a scream. I could see the wood of the door begining to splinter and crack under the pressure, it would not be long now. I closed my eyes as the final blow sent the door crashing to the floor in front of me. I knew it was here, and it was going to take one of us. Refusing to open my eyes out sheer terror I could feel it's presence in front of me, then beside me, and finally behind me. The realization of what was happening hit me like a punch from a boxer. I had assumed it would be taking me, I was wrong. As I quickly opened my eyes, wondering how I was going to save my brother I was greeted by the body of Max, one of my best friends. Max lay lifeless on my porch, he was one of the few remaining people in the town and we had always been close. Sharing food and supplies since the creature arrived had made both of our lives a little easier. In the time it took me to realize that Max had been trying to protect us and that is why this being killed him my brother was gone. It was stupid of me to think that a being this powerful would have to go back out the front door. The cool breeze blowing through the open window of our bedrooms was confirmation of this. I had to figure out what to do about Max, and how to get my brother back.
Down The Rabbit Hole
I decided to give Max a proper burial as soon as the sun came up that morning. I found an old spade shovel and made a cross out of some of the wood from the remains of my front door. My intention was to take Max to the local cemetery to bury him, but the journey was to far to take the tools as well as Max so I settled on my backyard. Doing the best I could I buried my best friend while tears stained my cheeks. I tried to say a few words to remember him by, but the awkward silence of a funeral with only one in attendance made me give up early. Almost in a daze I walked back into my house to decide what to do next. A gaping hole remained where my front door had been, I saw no point is fixing it as I had no intention of staying here. I had to find a way to get my brother back, we knew that this being only killed if you interfered with it's "harvest". There where not many of us left in town now, maybe two or three other people, so I figured that there was a pretty good chance that my turn was coming up. I gathered some food and a change of cloths and stuffed it all in my old backpack from high school. If I was going to get my brother back I would have to find where this creature was taking the towns people. By my reasoning it would be back, it always came back every night. I decided to make myself a little more enticing to ensure that I was the next one taken away. Making my way down to the lake where many of us had wasted days away fishing and playing, I waited. The day seemed to last an eturnity as I waited for the darkness, and the creature to come. I did nothing but sit on the bank and wait, staring out over the crystal clear lake. I remembered all the times I had come here, all the fish and stupid things we had done. Thinking about the time Max dared me to kiss Kelly in the woods, I had done it and got a face full of mud and leaves for my effort. I smiled, I mean really smiled for the first time in a long time. I would give anything to go back to those times, the time before this thing invaded our simple lives. Finally the sun started to set on the other side of the lake and I prepared myself for what was to come. Darkness engulfed the woods surrounding the lake quickly, to quickly. I realized that this was stupid, I could not go off on some sort of revenge quest to save my brother. I was not a hero, I was a scared young man that did not want to die. I should have spent the day boarding up the house in an attempt to keep this thing away from me, not packing up supplies and going looking for it. My doubt overcame me and I turned to leave the lake. I started walking away from the lake, as I went my pace increased. By the time I reached the parking lot I was moving at a fast jog on the verge of a full blown run. My shoes touched the gravel and I felt something strong behind me. My nose caught the macabre sent of carrion as I broke into a full sprint. The world around me flew by as I attempted to out run the being I knew was now behind me. No matter how fast I ran I could not escape the being, or that smell. The scent was overwhelming, I thought I was going to vomit and that would ensure that this thing was going to get me. I ran down the center of Main street, ignoring traffic signs and lights, there was no one left here anyway. I could see my house in the distant but at this point my sides ached and my nostrils where on fire from the smell of death. For a brief moment I thought I was going to make it, my driveway was only yards away and if I could make it inside I would be safe. I knew this was not true but in my state of panic I convinced myself otherwise, if only to retain my sanity. As my foot hit the driveway my body was wrenched backwards. Pain shot through my body as something that felt like ice grabbed my leg. Whatever had a hold of me was cold, really cold. I was flying backwards now through the sky and my whole body shook from the icy touch around my ankle. I could see the few lights left in my home town as my body went up higher and higher. It was at this point that I blacked out.
I am working hard on part 2, in the mean time if you like part 1 please leave me a comment. I am always looking for advice and ways to improve my writing. If you enjoy my writing I ask that you check out the other short story I have on Hubpages. It is more of a romance story and you can read it here.