We had been enjoying Halloween and several of the neighborhood children visited, collected candy and continued down the road. My wife Ada and I were enjoying a series of horror films, which was one of our favorite past times especially during this particular holiday. Having a local cemetery in our neighborhood made this time of year especially spooky. The evening had dwindled away to the late hours of the night. The community ghouls, ghosts and goblins had already inventoried their treats and re-treated to the cover of their beds.
A commercial interrupted our movie and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to refill the drinks and snack bowls. Ada was in the bedroom changing into her fleece pajamas, while I put the bag of chips away I had used to fill our bowl when I heard the creaking of the front screen door. The porch light was off to signal the free candy was gone. As I peered from around the corner of the kitchen wall towards the door, “Thump, thump, wham!!” is what I heard coming from the front door. Ada yelled from the room, “Who is it?” I yelled back, “How would I know!” As I reached for the door it swung inward slamming into my hand and from the darkness of the porch five small beings from hell leaped upon me.
These miniature freaks of nature were light as feathers but packed a punch comparable to a championship boxer and bit like alligators. I began throwing them back out the door one sometimes two at a time. I shouted, “Ada get in the room and shut the door!” Finally, as I managed to get all five of them outside, I slammed the door and barricaded it with the only thing I could reach my beloved 50″ plasma TV and stand!
I headed for our room, when the sound of breaking class alerted me to the creatures crashing through the living room window. As I turned the corner into the kitchen the last one made it through the window. On my quick pass through the kitchen I managed to grab a meat cleaver from the dish rack by the sink. I’m sure I resembled an NFL running back as I spun with the cleaver chopping off the closest one’s hand and kicking it into the others all in single, swift, graceful move. It tumbled across the hardwood floor head over heels gushing slim from the fresh nub, as it crashed into the others. This gave me a little time to make the turn into the bedroom as Ada opened the door for me. She quickly slammed the door. We reinforced the door with our dressers.
In the room, Ada asked, “What are they?” I quickly replied, “I have no idea, but we need to think of a way out of here and quick!” I had never seen anything like these creatures before. They are three maybe three and half feet tall no facial feature just jet black empty holes where eyes should be located. I believe their skin is blood red but I’m not sure, they may have just been blood soaked. Their teeth are razor sharp and drenched in saliva that burned in my wounds as if someone poured alcohol in the deep lacerations around the back of my neck.
Our bedroom has no windows and the only other door led to the master bathroom with one window to small for the little nuisances to get through. “Ada, grab those sheets and rip them into long strips!” She quickly replied, “Why?” I didn’t have time argue, “Quit wasting time and do it!” Surveying the room I found nothing of use other than cleaver I grabbed on the way, “Use this to cut the sheets!” I made my way to bathroom and turned on the faucet. Using my hand as a cup, I slurped a quick drink and splashed water on my face, then rinsed the wounds on my neck. The house had fallen silent and I wondered what mischievous plan these little demons were working up. I headed back into the bedroom and helped Ada with the sheets. She asked, “What are we going to do with the sheets?” I replied, “Calf ropes, if I can’t kill these things maybe I can tie them up and buy us some time.” After cutting the sheets we had eight improvised calf ropes. I tucked them spread around my belt for quick access; in my younger days growing up in west Texas I gained a little experience in calf roping and tying.
Now, at the bedroom door I heard rustling in kitchen pantry! This would have been ideal to confine the miniature monsters, but when I added the pantry I opted for an easy to hang curtain over the pantry’s entry rather than a traditional door. Unable to remove my temporary barricades quietly, they heard me and began scratching and pawing at the door. Ada held the cleaver in her right hand; she looked like a deranged butcher posing to be the centerfold for meat cutters monthly. “Ada, I am going to open the door and grab one. I need you hold them back and shut the door while I tie it up.” She said, “I’ll do my best!” I quickly opened the door, snatched one and threw it to the far end of the bedroom. Ada swung the cleaver downward parallel with door jamb as the others attempted to leap over one another trying to get through the door. The cleaver narrowly missing my ear cleared the path for the slamming door. Ada leaned on the door, managing to hold it closed. I turned, tackled and tied our new found friend in a matter of seconds! Ada commented, “I’m impressed!” I replied, “Thanks and thank you for trimming those pesky ear hairs, they were starting to bother me!”
With one subdued we moved our barricades back into place against the door. Ada asked, “Now what?” I casually responded, “Experiments.” I dragged our hostage to the bathroom and began. I crammed its little head in toilet, hoping to get some kind of reaction to water, “nope, no good.” In several quick motions I pulled its head from the toilet, dropped it down by the vanity, and began to spray its face with every chemical and cleaner under the sink, “damn, nothing!” I grabbed the cleaver from Ada and began dicing the creatures right arm all the way up to what I guessed was its elbow. I laughed and thought, “Minced monster!” Ada looked at me and said, “Are you enjoying that?” I attempted to justify my actions, “It’s only experimental, and I wanted to see what the pieces do.”
The only things my experiments proved is that these creatures did feel pain and once subdued are relatively harmless. I asked Ada, “Where’s your cell phone?” She chuckled as she answered, “On the counter beside yours charging. You should have grabbed one of them on your way through the kitchen.” A few choice words popped into my head as a response but I kept them to myself. We moved back into the bedroom from the bathroom, so we could watch the bedroom door.
I told Ada, “These creatures have to come from somewhere, any thoughts?” She replied, “I think nothing more than shadow people! Maybe there’s something about the moon this Halloween that allows them to take a solid form” We had been experiencing an increasing level of supernatural activity over the last couple of weeks and both of us believed heavily in lost spirits trapped between worlds. I asked, “You think shadow people have taken some kind of solid form and just decided to torture us?” She replied, “Why not! Remember the cat the last week?”
Last week while watching television, we both got an eerie feeling we were being watched! Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a shadow dancing in and out of my peripheral vision in the laundry room. The cat stepped out of the litter box and the shadow seemed to become solid and picked the cat up. The cat made an awful noise, as it seemed to be tossed from and slid across the hardwood floors all the way into the hallway. The shadow then reappeared in the hallway and began to solidify again; the cat hissed ran to the living room and jumped into Ada’s lap shaking and scared! That was spooky.
I asked, “What do they want?” Ada replied, “May be they want our souls!” I laughed as I asked, “Do you even have a soul?” She responded by kicking me! “Have you ever heard of shadow people whispering, talking or communicating?” I asked. She replied, “I have read stories where people claim to have heard them speak.” I headed back to the bathroom while telling Ada, “Then let’s ask our tied up spook some questions!” To our surprise the little guy I had experimented on was gone. There was nothing more than a pile of clothes and ashes.
I quickly ran to the bedroom door and listened, nothing made a noise outside the door. As I began removing the barricades from the door, still nothing rustled about or starting pawing at the door. I gave Ada the cleaver back, “Cover me!” She replied with disappointment, “It’s a cleaver, not a gun you dope!” I slightly cracked the door peaking out into the areas of the house I could see, “nothings out there!” Slowly, I crept out the door and into the kitchen expecting the creatures to jump me, but still nothing happened. Ada followed into the kitchen and stopped, I continued through the kitchen into the living room. By the window through which they had entered I saw four little piles of clothes mixed with ashes, “Their gone!”Suddenly, out of my peripheral vision I caught sight of a massive blob of shadows lurking in the dimly lit corner of the kitchen! I screamed, “Ada run!” It was too late, in a flash the shadows scooped Ada by the ankles and in less than a second she was swept past me and appeared to be sucked out of the living room window. They moved past me so fast there wasn’t even time to react; I felt the resulting wind cut through my thighs. I intended to pursue but couldn’t, it wasn’t the wind that had cut through my thighs; it had been the cleaver Ada dragged in tow! The cleaver sliced through my thighs severing both femoral arteries. I could feel the blood exiting my body with every beat of my heart; the room went dark.