You Were Not Scared

You were not scared. You were not scared of the strange sound you heard not that long ago. Sure, that sound was very loud. But you were not scared of whatever that sound was. You know that you are safe at home. And you know that once you check what the sound was that you can calm down properly.

As you headed towards the sound you hoped you were correct.

And that the sound was only that. A sound. But really am not sure that the sound was just a sound. That there was more to that than that. But you cannot let yourself get worked up over that just yet. Fear shouldn’t shut you down. That’s what your Mama used to tell you when you got scared of strange sounds. Not as an adult but younger. She would tell you to calm down. Go check before you let your fears consume you. You checked. And there was a good and normal reason why the sounds had happened. Cats knocked an object off a shelf. Someone popped a balloon. Or a truck had sped down the street and broken a fence.

Those were sort of funny when the truck owner wasn’t hurt.

But Mama was not there. She passed about three or four years ago. Sleep had taken her from you and left you alone. All alone. Your Pa had gone around ten years before Mama had. Car crash. Some drunk from what your Mama told you. Both left you the very house that you are now scared of. Mostly thanks to the fact that you were completely alone, and that Mama’s gone. You had no pets to keep you company. Mama told you she just hated any small creatures. Hated large ones too. You never cared when you were younger. Now that you were grown up you cared a lot more. Even a pet rock could make your empty house feel less lonely. A small creature or a large one that you could speak to when you were sad.

Or scared.

You would have to handle that problem later. After you checked out the creepy sound and proved to yourself that you are safe. That the sound was just a sound. Sounds cannot hurt you. You could not stop the fear you felt as you neared the sound. A sound cannot hurt you. They can never hurt you and you knew that. You knew that. Yet soon as you came around to where the sound was you froze. Eyes got huge as you stared at what made that sound. Some strange creatures that stood on huge back legs. Nearly as tall as the nearby houses and trees. All of them had shaggy brown fur that was red streaked. Globs of what you assumed to be was blood fell from them. Some of them had huge fangs that were almost the length of your arm.

But they hadn’t seen you just yet.

You were sure you would be okay as long as you don't make a sound. And made no sudden movements. As you weren’t sure how good these creatures can see. You took a careful step back as you watched those creepy monsters. Not even remotely sure of what they were. Or what they wanted. There was the thought that these creatures were harmless. Just ugly and huge. Really, huge. They could probably swallow you whole and not need to chew. They were that large. So, you needed to be very careful not to have them see you. Sadly, one of them seemed to spot you anyway. Eyes locked onto you as you froze on the spot.

A huge mouth full of razor-sharp teeth opened as a loud roar erupted from the creature.

You turned back to your home and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You glanced over your shoulder once to check that they were not after you. Unfortunately, they were. And they were much faster than you expected such huge creatures to be. You were lucky to be able to outrun them. Soon as you shut the door and locked the lock, the door almost broke. Eyes huge once more as a crack formed. The door would break down very soon. You knew that. You also knew that they were too large to go through the doorway. Well, you hoped they would not be able to. But a small part of you feared they would somehow be able to do so.

They may even break down the whole damn wall.

You knew you had to get away from the damn door. Get away from the damn door and get your gun. And your phone. Then go to your bedroom and block that door. Pray that the door does not break down before then. Though you weren’t sure that the door would last long enough for you to do some of that. As you can’t remember where the gun was. But you knew where your phone was at the very least. Your bedroom. On the bed. You were very sure that you had left your phone on your bed or maybe under. Yet you couldn’t snap yourself out of your fear and get yourself to run. Then the door snapped, and you saw a creature’s eye and ran from the front door.

A loud roar at your back as you ran.

The gun forgotten as you slammed your bedroom door shut. Locked the door. Used your dresser to enforce the lock. Then you pushed your huge bookshelf on that. Went to your bed and threw off the blankets. Desperate to get your phone. Get your phone to call the cops. Call anyone that could save you from whatever those creatures are. There was another snap or rather a loud crack that sounded through the house. Loud roars blasted through your skull as you searched for your blasted phone on the bed. Then searched under your bed. You vaguely thought you knocked your phone off when you woke up from your nap. Not from the alarm you had set at least an hour before. But from whatever those creatures are.

You try not to make your own sound as you open your phone. Eyes on the door as you start to tap on the screen. Soon as you started to call the cops the sounds got louder and louder. They were close. You tapped the numbers and talked lowly as they neared the door. A small part of you knew they wouldn’t get here soon enough to save you. But you squashed that thought as you told the cops about the creatures. They had you repeat as they couldn’t hear you too well. The creatures were so loud. But they assured you that they would be there soon. To not move from that spot and keep any sort of weapon on hand.

You searched your room for one after the call ended. All you had were two metal baseball bats that your Pa left you. He hoped you would be a baseball star one day. These weren’t great weapons at all. But at least you could defend yourself when the door broke.