The Creature

I was home alone like normal when I heard a knock at my door. Which for midnight is strange. I begrudgingly threw myself off my bed walking down the stairs right to the front door. Peering through the peephole I noticed my neighbor Dave. I pulled open the door wondering if he was okay.

“ Dave, are you okay?” He smiled, almost laughing.

“ Yes, of course, can I come in?” Something was strange about him. I opened my door wider letting him in. He was usually in bed by eight. Watching him sit on my couch I ducked into the kitchen grabbing some coffee for us and meeting him on the couch.

“ So, Dave, what brings you here?” He looks at me, his eyes piercing my soul.

“ I just needed to get out of the house.” He said his voice was monotone and bleak. His movements were almost robotic.

“ Well, I am glad to be of assistance.” We talked for a good hour before he stood up and walked out. Without even saying goodbye.

“ Okay??? That was weird.” I said to myself. I flicked the downstairs lights off and went back upstairs.

Many weeks went by with no sign of Dave anywhere. I finally called the cops about him being gone for about three weeks.

“ Hello, You’ve reached the San Island Police Department. What can I do for you?”

“ Hi, I am Velopy and I need a wellness check done on my neighbor.”

“ May I ask why ma’am”

“ Yes of course. I haven’t seen him out of his house in three weeks.”

“ Alright, I will send a car to his house.” We exchanged all of the information and in 10 minutes a cop car arrived at Dave’s house. I left my house to meet the cop in his front yard.

“ Evening officer.” He turned and greeted me with his hand out for a handshake.

“Evening, Miss Velopy I presume.”I smiled at him nodding.

“ So what is going on?” I asked him almost hesitantly. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“Um, ma’am he was found dead.” His words raced through my head time and time again.

“ For how long?” I asked, my voice weak and almost inaudible. He glanced my way and slowly spoke.

“ About a month now.” I thought back in my head. I was probably the only person to see him alive that night. My heart sank.

“ Thank you, officer,” I said as I turned to my house and walked away. I didn’t have the best house ever but it was perfect for me. I was 18 at the time of moving here. Now that I am 21 I have grown close to Dave. My roommate worked nights so walking into the house I had to be very quiet. I went straight up the stairs to my room. Something was different about my room.

All of the furniture was turned slightly. My dresser was usually tucked completely in the left corner but now it was angled towards the window in the middle of the room. My bed was pushed out from the wall as well. My nightstand beside my bed was angled towards the window as well.

“ That’s a little strange.” I should go ask Gloria if she moved it. I walked down the hall to her room and knocked.

“ Whaaat?” She yelled at me.

“ Could you come here for a second please?” I heard a harsh exhale. She stood up from her squeaky bed and stomped to her door. She grudgingly opened the door.

“ Follow me just real quick.” We head to my room. As we walk in she looks at me.

“ Why is the furniture moved?” She asked me knowing I am weird about the stuff.

“ I don’t know, I was hoping you could tell me.” She looked at me in a confused manner.

“ Wait if you didn’t do this and I didn’t do this then who did?” I shrugged as I came up with a logical explanation in my head.

“ I probably moved them and just now noticed.” Her face relaxed a bit.

“ You’re probably right.” She said, As she walked back to her room without another word. I fixed everything and just lied down. Many hours passed and Gloria had left for work. I heard knocking at the front door. I checked the clock and it was midnight again. I walked downstairs to the front door. Peering through the peephole. I see Dave. That can’t be real. He was dead. I looked through the peephole.

“ LET ME IN VELOPY!” Shouted the voice on the other side of the door. That voice was not Dave's, it was raspier and way deeper.

“ You are not Dave. GO AWAY!” I yelled fear clearly in my voice. There was an evil laugh on the other side.

“ Do you even know how he died?” The voice rang out. At this point, I was crying out of pure fear for my life.

“ Just leave. Please.”I said, my voice weak. The thing banged against the door.

“ He was murdered.” It screeched. At this point, I had to get away from this creature that stole Dave’s identity. I looked towards the back door but knew that once I left the door the creature would break through it. I had to come up with a plan. Toss over the bookshelf that was by the back door and run. I counted down from three in my head. One. Two. Three. I ran as fast as I could to the bookshelf. When I got there I threw it down. It was a 19th-century style oak bookcase that crashed onto the floor. The creature was now following me. He looked like Dave but was not Dave. The slick backed hair of the suit, that was Dave. This creature was a messy version of Dave. He was not happy that I was running. I ran down the street away from Dave. I started to lose him around a mile. I was tired and out of breath by the time I got to a spot to hide.

I am only telling you this because I am still on the run. If you see me DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR!!!

Love You

Velopy