Nemesis

Image Source - Pixabay

Mike held the gun tight. His eyes stared hard into the almost impenetrable darkness. He blinked rapidly as sweat trickled down his forehead and into his eyes. He moved the gun from his right hand to the left and back so he could wipe his sweaty palms one after the other then he widened his stance and gripped the gun with both hands. His hands still shook despite his tight grip on the gun but his eyes never left the door.

He could hear singing outside the room. It was soft but he could hear each and every word. It was a lullaby and it was a voice he knew so well. It was Cassie’s voice but he also knew that she was dead. After all, he had plunged the axe into her chest himself. He shuddered as his mind tried to fathom the evil that walked the house now with Cassie’s face on. He wished he had the guts to open the door to face whatever stood behind it but he also knew that he was alive because he had kept his courage faraway and allowed his fear to rule his actions. He swallowed hard and kept his gaze trained on door.

The sound of music sipped insidiously into the room he was hidden in, becoming louder and harsher. He could also hear the clatter of heels on the floorboards. He swallowed again. It was now his turn, he knew. He knew he would not leave the house alive but he did not intend to go without a fight. He cocked the gun and wiped the sweat that wouldn’t stop trickling down his face. He was ready.

The footsteps stopped right outside the door and Mike watched the door handle turn but the door did not budge. It turned back slowly then he heard breathing. It was as though the breathing was on his face. He jumped in shock and hit the wardrobe, then heard a chuckle from the apparition on the other side of the door. It was as though the 'thing' was reveling in his fear. Suddenly the screeching scrape of fingernails on the door filled the gloom and Mike’s heart accelerated. It sounded like it was getting impatient or was tired of playing mind games with him. He blinked and licked his lips nervously. He knew that he had only one chance to fire the gun so he had to be careful not to miss it. The door handle turned again.

“Micheal…open the door.” Cassie’s voice whispered, sounding amused.

“Damnations!” Mike swore. It was really her. His hands began to shake even harder and his eyes watered from a mixture of trepidation, regret, fear, and adrenaline.

“Cassie is dead. Cassie is dead.” His mind screamed at him.

Cheers and thanks for reading!