What happens in the dark?
That is the question on her mind. The power must be out because Jenny couldn’t see anything.
So what happens in the dark? The scratching of the branches of the trees against the windows, sounding like boney fingernails attempting to break in. Attempting to gasp her warm flesh, and make her like them. Someone could disappear and no one would know. No one would see where they went. It would only be during the day that someone would know. Someone would be able to see that someone else was missing, vanished in the dark.
Five years ago tonight her brother disappeared. They say he ran away but Jenny knew better. Jenny knew something horrible happened. She heard his final scream and heard his killer’s raspy laugh at her brother’s terror. She heard it through the window, in the dark. She didn’t know who did it. That haunts her to this day.
The wind howled at the windows, reminding her of that raspy laugh. Reminding her she would never be able to save her brother. She was only 13, and it haunts her to this day. She always keeps the only meaningful thing he gave her, his favorite knife, in her pocket. She keeps it just in case.
No one knows what happens in the dark. She heard footsteps. They were approaching. “Hello?”. She heard nothing. “I know you’re there.” Nothing still. “Who are you?” She felt something near her neck.
“What do you want?” She sobbed. “Take anything, please. Just leave me alone”. She heard the beast, the person, the animal that was stalking her inhale.
“You were the one I wanted. But he got in the way. You were the one I always wanted. So pretty. So innocent. I wanted you.” He laughed that horrible raspy laugh.
Jenny screamed. She knew that laugh, knew that beast.
“No one can hear you. I learned that lesson last time. I almost didn’t get you, but look at this, I did.” She heard his footsteps circling her, as though he were a vulture circling his road kill. “Like brother, like sister.” He grabbed her head. “Look at me. I want you to look your killer in the eye before you die. I want you to know me.” Her eyes searched. She couldn’t see in the dark. “Look me in the eye! Look!” She still failed to make eye contact. “Are you deaf! Look at me!!”
“I can’t see you”. She screamed. He laughed with that raspy laugh, the monstrous laugh that haunted her dreams for years.
“I hate liars. That’s makes tonight that much easier.” The knife in her pocket! Would he notice if she pulled it out? She slowly reached for and held the slightly warm metal in her hand. Could she get it out? Could she open it without him knowing? She slowly slid it out of her pocket. She heard his footsteps walk a little bit. She had the knife out. She heard the footsteps come back and she hid the knife in her hand. She felt his arm reach around her waist and felt his breath on her neck. “What are you doing?” She screamed and instinctively tried to rip away from his grasp. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re staying right here”. She managed to open the knife and plunged it in to his body. Where ever she could get it. He screamed. “What are you doing Jenny? What the heck are you doing?”
“You won’t get me like you got my brother! I’m going to kill you for what you did to my brother.” She kept blindly plunging the knife in the direction she thought he was. He had moved away.
“Jenny! What are you talking about? We were just sleeping! I wasn’t driving that night! You know I wasn’t. I wasn’t even in the car!” His voice had changed. It must be a trick! “Jenny! It’s me! It’s Rick! Your fiancé! Jenny stop. Please stop.” It must be a trick. Suddenly she heard footsteps running to the door, then when the door bell rang, running past the door. She turned and suddenly felt her arms grabbed behind her back, her knife gone from her hand. She started thrashing and kicking. She wasn’t going to die at this demon’s hands like her brother had.
This is what happens in the dark. People disappear, die and turn in to demons. They aren’t who they are in the day time. The dark takes people and twists them into something they aren’t. She suddenly heard people talking through the door. Telling lies. She screamed to try to get someone’s attention. She didn’t want to die. She couldn’t die tonight.
“Officer. I’m sorry to have to call you guys out.” The weary voice must be talking to the police. She screamed as loud as she could, but the arms still held her down. “Our daughter Jenny was recently in a very bad car accident that took her brother’s life and left her in bad shape. She’s blind and a little mixed up about the accident. She was having a nightmare and I guess she and her fiancé had a little fight. Everything is fine and we are taking care of her the best we can. No one was hurt, it just got a little loud”. She repeatedly screamed and screamed.
“Are you sure everything is ok? I have the information in the system about the car crash but can I call an ambulance just in case?”
“No, no. We have it under control. She’ll be fine.” The man laughed in the horribly raspy way the man who killed her brother had. That was him! That was the man! She heard a car drive away and footsteps approaching. Where is the knife! Why can’t she get free!? She struggled under what felt like deadweight until she heard the doorknob turn and the man laughing in the doorway.
It was all so very, very dark.