Dave Casadat

Who’s There

“You dick!”I exclaimed as I shoved my boss between his desk and the wall. He had threatened to throw me onto the streets. He had threatened to make sure I never worked again in this town. All for reporting my pen stolen. Not just any pen, no no this pen was signed by famous entrepreneur Lance Sark. Not just some pen that could be replaced from a store. It was worth Millions!He needed to be taught a lesson. Deny me my rightful retribution? We’ll see! I grab his ugly pen and jam it repeatedly into his chest. “Is this the right pen?! Is this the right pen?!” I repeat his own words back to him in a mocking tone. Suddenly I hear a noise in the night. “Wooo!”an owl says. I look to the window and there sits an owl sitting there looking at me. “WHO!” it exclaims again. I look down at my boss and look back up to see the owl pointing his wing behind me. “WHOOOOOO!” The owl suddenly turns its head upside down ,dragging out the sound so that it’s point is made. Out of nowhere , I feel a presence behind me. There’s someone in the closet. I walk over to open the door when suddenly the owl starts freaking out. “WHO WHO WHO WHO!” It repeats rapidly as I turn the doorknob. I discovered some unholy sight that still keeps me up at night. It was the body of my boss hanging in the closet with pieces of his body missing. I throw up and fall to the floor. How was he in the closet when I just killed him? And if this is actually my boss, who did I kill? The owl suddenly stops making noise and points at me. “What are you looking at!” I scream at the owl. Suddenly the owl speaks “he’s not therre.” I quickly notice that my fake boss’s body is no longer on the floor. I freak out and go to run towards the door when it slams shut in my face. Suddenly the owl begins to screech as high as it can. Almost as if it’s a homing beacon. I back up slowly and I start to hear footsteps. I rush to the closet and close the door. It smells like crap here. It isn’t a very big closet so I’m very close to my real boss’s body. All of a sudden, the door to the room bursts open and I hear a sound outside. It can only be described as an eery groaning with the gracefulness of the wind whipping. I try to hold my breath as i hear someone walking around right outside the closet. I hear a dripping and before you know it, the figure is in front of the closet. I think if I can stay quiet, maybe they’ll leave me alone but of course a piece of my boss’s skin falls off and down my back onto the floor. I want to scream , it was disgusting. I think to myself they couldn’t have heard it. It turns out I was right. I suddenly hear the owl again. “WHO WHO WHO!” It screams as I pray for the owl to shut up. “WHO WHO WHO!” It continues as I hear the sound of dripping getting closer and closer. “WHO WHO WHO!” The owl screams as the figure stands directly at the closet door. Finally the owl exclaims “GET OUT NOW!” I suddenly shock awake and push the door open knocking the figure off balance. I run all the way to the nearby gas station and I tell the people what happened. They sit with me until the police come and they soon shut down my job for reasons unspecified.