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Though please look below for a treat.
Anne double checked the locks on the front door before moving on to the windows in the living room. She rattled them.
“Honey,” she hollered out. “Have you made sure the back door is locked?”
“Yes,” Jack called back. “Everything is locked, we won’t be able to get out of here if there is a fire.” He came into the living room dressed in a pair of cotton blue boxers and a loose grey singlet.
Anne rushed over to place her hands over his mouth. “Not tonight, you cannot jinx us tonight.”
He laughed and pulled his head to the side to dislodge her hands. “But it’s just another night. Nothing will happen, no one is getting inside and no one is getting out.” He slipped his arms around her back and under her legs, hoisting her up.
She squealed a giggle. “We have to be sure.”
He sighed. “That is the last time I let you watch any horror movies on Halloween. Come on, I’ll protect you from all of the bad spirits who want to see us suffering for no apparent reason,” carrying her up the stairs, a sweat broke out on his forehead. “I might need to go back to the gym.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything, but now you mention it,” she jiggled the slight appearance of a man boob.
He scoffed. “I was actually referring to the fact I cannot carry you miss I-like-to-have-my-cake-every-night.”
She pouted. “Asshole.”
“It was a joke.”
Once at the top of the stairs she wriggled so much he let down her legs. She finished the rest of the way to their bedroom on her own, climbing into bed and switching off her bedside lamp before he was in beside her.
He felt like a jerk. Shouldn’t have said it, she’s just so fucking touchy these days.
The bed sunk as he climbed in, she struggled not to roll towards her lover. Asshole, she thought, how dare he make fun of my weight?
Minutes passed and Jack’s breathing deepened, a slight snore added to her annoyance for the night.
It had been great, passing out lollies to all of the small children from the street and then curling up on the lounge to watch a horror movie. Yes, she had jumped a couple of times but had felt safe in Jack’s warm arms.
Anne shot straight up in bed.
“I should’ve checked the back door myself,” she hissed under breath. Climbing out Anne crept to the hallway, flicking on every light as she moved.
Jack’s snoring ended. “What’s wrong?”
“I heard something so I’m checking the doors are all locked.” She paused half way down the hall.
“Didn’t you learn anything from the horror film, never go anywhere alone, never go towards the creepy sound and don’t be blonde.”
She stomped back to the doorway. “Are you getting out of bed then?”
He considered for a moment. “It was just a movie.”
“Or was it? Reality is stranger than fiction.”
He shook his head. “I’ll come running if you scream.”
“Wuss,” Anne crept down the stairs. Her heart was racing, the fine hairs on her arms standing tall and there was this crawly feeling at the back of her neck that made her spin round quickly. There was nothing there. She felt like she was being watched. She felt like someone was laughing at her.
Straightening her shoulders she checked the back door. It was locked. The kitchen window received a thorough inspection as well. Nothing was getting inside.
Even though she knew it consciously she still felt uneasy. “It was just a movie, it was just a movie, it was just a... what was that?!” She screamed.
Footsteps pounded on the floor above, shaking the entire house. “Anne! Are you alright?” Jack burst into the kitchen.
He found her gripping her heart and staring at the fridge.
“Sorry. I scared myself. The fridge made a strange noise.”
His heart was in his throat. “Fuck me. Don’t do shit like that. Are you ready for bed?”
Wordlessly she nodded and followed him. He slipped a strong warm arm over her shoulders and brought her in close.
Still she felt the tingle of someone watching.
Upstairs she detoured into the bathroom. Exiting moments later, she found Jack had switched the lights off. She struggled to control her terror. Stay in control, it’s nothing, there is not something behind you, you are alone in this house...
Even as she thought these things she couldn’t shake the creepy feeling. She ran the rest of the way and leapt onto the bed, landing on top of Jack.
He yelled out.
She pulled her feet away from the edge of the bed. No monster under there was going to grab her ankle and drag her out of bed and into its lair.
“Seriously? Can we go to sleep now?”
Anne kissed him and settled in under the covers. She drifted.
He appeared beside her. The skeleton man, pitch white skin stretched so thin you could see every bone underneath, he glowed in the darkness. He had no eyes just dark empty holes where they should be. A knife was gripped in his bony hand.
Anne screamed and backed away from the man as fast as she could, but the sheets were tangling around her legs holding her in place.
The man’s thin lips pinched in a grin, showing every snowy white tooth inside his mouth. Each one was pointed. With an unnatural speed he lunged forward and stabbed Anne in the chest, ripped the blade free and stabbed again. Blood squirted covering his ashen body in bright splatters of red.
She thrashed about and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Anne opened her eyes and sat upright. Her heart raced and she gasped for air. “It was just a dream.” Her hands raced up and down her body. No stab wounds. “Honey, sorry if I woke you.”
As she turned something glowing caught her eye.
The skeleton man was smiling at her... red blood covering his chest, a smear across his cheek. He yanked the knife free.
The bottom of Anne’s stomach dropped away in horror and despair she cried out. “Jack! Nooo!”
His body twitched but eyes stared at nothing.
There was a warm feeling surrounding her. She lifted her hand, it was wet with Jack’s blood. Anne screamed, tears stinging her eyes as fear took hold completely.
The skeleton man’s hand shot out and took hold of her face, gripping her mouth. His bony finger painfully dug in so hard it pierced her skin. He chomped his teeth together making them chatter. It wasn’t the last thing she heard.