Weeks going well, I haven’t lost any more weight which is great. Watched the new Cloverfield on Netflix, I enjoyed it, it reminded me a little of Event Horizon. We had some snow yesterday, though not as much as I’d have liked, was nice seeing snow, even if it only is in miniscule amounts!
Mary let the curtain fall back into place, “they’re out in full force tonight.” from outside there came screams and shouts, most of it was indistinct, flashes of anger, terror, pain. Outside the window someone screamed for help, Mary flinched. “Come away from the window, you shouldn’t look.”
“I can’t help it. I hate hearing that noise out there, it keeps putting me on edge. I mean what if someone really was trapped out there?”
Fred shrugged, “There’d be nothing we could do, if we tried to help we’d get ourselves killed. It’s awful but that’s the way it is. Don’t worry, it won’t be so bad next year, we’ll have the windows soundproofed by then.” Mary nodded and sat down beside Fred on the couch, he pulled her into a hug, then he raised the volume on the TV, trying to drown out the noises outside.
Mary spent the night huddled beside Fred, flinching at every shout and scream. Normally it wasn’t that bad but when they moved into the new place the realtor never mentioned that the house wasn’t soundproofed and they never thought to ask. The cost of soundproofing the house was more than they had expected, especially as the house itself wiped out their savings. By the time next year rolled around the job would be done but for now they just had to suffer through it. There was a loud crash outside, like the sound of breaking glass, it was followed by screams, shrill and full of fear. Mary leapt up from the couch and went to the window, pulling at the curtain slightly so she could peer out into the night. “Just leave it Hun, it’s better if you don’t look.”
Mary waved one hand at him distractedly, she was fully focused on what was happening outside. “Fred. Fred you need to see this. Now.”
Fred stood from the couch, “What are they doing this time? I’ve told you before I don’t like seeing that stuff. I don’t know how you can look at them.” Mary moved the curtain further aside, Fred peered out.
Outside creatures danced and cavorted, occasionally letting loose screams. One of the demons walked past the window, it spotted them looking then gestured down to its erection, which was so large it bordered on comical rather than terrifying, before winking and waggling its hips. Fred looked past the grotesque thing and to the house across the street, the front window was smashed, he almost missed it in the darkness. One of the creatures reached up and pulled its misshapen body through the broken window. Fred put his hand over his mouth, he didn’t know the people across the road well, but they seemed like nice people. The day that Fred and Mary moved in they’d brought over a batch of fresh cookies to welcome them to the area. Mary and Fred jumped as the creature just outside their window slammed its palm against the glass, then started licking the window. Mary let the curtain fall closed again, Fred pulled her into a hug. The sound of screams filled the air, loud and awful and unmistakably human.
An hour later the screaming had finally stopped, Mary had stayed away from the window, there was still occasional banging against it and she didn’t want to see any of them again. Fred was right, she shouldn’t have been looking. Still, the question remained, how did the creatures get inside the house across the road? They weren’t supposed to be able to enter houses without invitations nor could they cause heavy physical damage like breaking windows. Mary lay awake that night, unable to sleep, outside the sounds slowly died away with the coming of dawn until finally there was blessed silence. Shortly after dawn Mary got out of bed and went to the phone, she quickly dialled the number. She never thought she’d have to ring it. It was answered on the first ring, “Demonic Incursion Hotline, how may I direct your call.”
“Um Hi, my name is Mary Finch, last night my neighbours window was broken and I saw things going inside.”
“How many went inside?”
“Just one that I know of, but I think there were more.”
“How many people occupy the house?”
“Just two I think. Husband and wife.”
“Can you tell me their names?”
“Her name is Sophia and his name is Mark I think, I don’t know their last name.”
Fifteen minutes later Mary watched as a black van pulled up outside, a group of seven people in black jumped out, each carried a gun. They ran into the house, Mary watched not realising she was holding her breath until 30 seconds later when the people walked out the front door, carrying the trussed up bodies of Sophia and Mark and she gasped. Sophia looked like she was trying to bite anyone in reach, her head was moving around wildly while she snapped at them. Mark didn’t resist, instead he was smiling, his grin set in an awful rictus, his eyes were open wide and looked as if they would pop out of his skull any second. Mary flinched as his eyes met hers and he winked, a thin rivulet of blood started flowing from the corner of his mouth, then he was thrown in the back of the van alongside Sophia. The doors closed and then the van drove away. Mary stepped back from the window, her stomach churned, she knew she wouldn’t sleep but she got back into bed, feeling the comforting warmth of Fred beside her.