‘The thing that creeps in the night’ pt. 2

   “I caught a fleeting glimpse of the devilish imp haunting the edge of the my property. The twin lanterns of a passing horseless carriage briefly illuminated it’s ghastly features. It quickly scurried between two trees as the motorized contraption sputtered on down the road; but not before I witnessed it’s hideous form. I can’t decide which is worse: having a fertile imagination to wonder what the inhuman beast looks like, or the terrible reality of actually knowing.

   The predator continues to stalk me nearby. Occasionally I catch sight of the unholy thing as it shifts between one hiding place and another. Just as I fear I have lost it, I’ll witness a limb move or a twig snap to give away its stealthy position. The creeping devil’s camouflage is a gathering of artificial shadows. By grace of goodness; this cloak betrays itself at times because of the unnatural darkness it casts on lighter areas. By these telling clues, I can track its pursuit. 

   Unfortunately I fear that one of my storm doors may be unlocked. If it finds the privacy of storm cellar, it’s only a matter of time until it strikes. I can scarcely tear my eyes away from the windowpane but I must document these events. The world must know the truth.”

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     Anthony interrupted; “Wow! This is amazing! Are you positive there’s no basement or cellar in the house, Martin?”

    “We aren’t completely finished tearing it down yet but it’s pretty hard to overlook a storm cellar, right? Whomever wrote this deranged letter had some screws loose, I think. If he hallucinated that some sort of demon was stalking him, it’s not a stretch to think he could imagine a basement that wasn’t there too. The whole thing was either a massive delusion or maybe senile dementia. It’s possible that the writer was remembering a childhood home which DID have a basement. Who knows? Anyway; there’s one more page to this twisted tale.”

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   “I reluctantly abandoned my post at the windowsill to barricade the door connecting the cellar to the house. Now there is no direct passage inside. Unfortunately in my absence, I lost track of the creature in the darkness. I fully expect it to make its move in the next three hours, before dawn. If there is any safety in this enchanted world, I believe it will come with the twilight of daybreak. It would be most vulnerable to detection in the life giving rays of the sun. I must remain vigilant until then. With good fortune, I will witness it sneak through the storm door. Then I will have to summon up the courage to run outside to trap it there in the cellar. May the Lord see me through this tribulation. 

-signed
A. G. B.
May 7th, 1914”
 

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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