One Rule

“There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That’s it! And what is the first thing you do? YOU OPEN THE FRIGGING DOOR,” Monica yelled as she, Alex and Richard ran.

Emaciated, yet muscular, the red eyed creatures with unbearably long fingers chased them through the hallway and down the stairs, periodically stopping to let off a blood curdling screech as they pursued the trio.

Richard, with his long lanky legs, lead the way, followed by Alex with tiny Monica lagging behind them. As Richard struggled with the locked front door, Alex was halfway across the living room, when someone grabbed Monica’s collar, dragging her into a closet as they covered her mouth, the door quietly slamming shut. Monica struggled as Alex screamed out in pain and she realized she was in the closet with Beverly, whose finger was up to her lips.

Footsteps, probably Richard’s, could be heard pit-a-pattering away from the room as screeches from the creatures drowned out Alex’s screams. Monica looked behind her and saw Lavar who slowly lowered his hand from her mouth, putting put his finger to his lips.

The footsteps of the creatures slapped the floor with slow dragging thuds, the obvious sound of Alex’s body being dragged across the floor as he let out small whimpers. Another blood curdling screech shattered the silence of the closet as Richard’s screams for help went unanswered.

Hoping to leave the closet and escape by breaking a window, Monica cracked the door to peep out. Blood curdling screeches filled the closet so completely that Lavar felt as if his skin would melt. The door swung open with so much force, Monica was snatched out the closet as Beverly fainted. Lavar closed his eyes as he thought, “I shouldn’t have tried to save them.”