“When he went to call for help, he found that none of the phones were working.”
So, I’m doing another writing prompt. Because you know what, I could use the practice. This week’s been one of those where my writing just shut down for no apparent reason. Characters stopped talking, and now I’m just stuck in a rut unable to write. So here goes nothing. Warning, this does contain some depictions of violence/blood. Don’t read if that bothers you.
The prompt: When he went to call for help, he found that none of the phones were working.
The website: https://wordpress.com/read/post/id/43593288/3543/
The response: “Monster”
Kenneth woke in a haze, eyes unable to really see properly. His brain couldn’t quite process all that readily. All he knew, was that something was wrong.
It was one of those inexplicable things. He knew. Something wasn’t quite right. As he rose from his bed to sit a little, looked around. The moonlight reflected a silvery glow over the room. But nothing seemed too out of the ordinary.
Convincing himself he was being stupid, he stumbled out of bed. His throat felt dry and he needed water. Honestly, had he swallowed a sponge? This was ridiculous. He swallowed a few times to try to ease the slight burn that had developed.
Kenneth wandered down the hall towards the bathroom. The trees swayed outside in a chilling wind, casting dancing shadows along the wall, ominous in the gloom. The teenager paused and looked out the windows briefly, heart beating surprisingly fast, fearing for a strange moment that someone would be watching him from outside.
Honestly, what was with him tonight? He wasn’t a little kid still scared of monsters under the bed. He shivered and pushed on, going towards the bathroom to get a drink. And that was when he suddenly noticed the first thing that was clearly off.
His little sister’s door was open.
Gina always insisted on having it closed. Even at eight she had a weird thing about privacy and hated people looking in her room. Probably because it was such a mess, was Kenneth’s guess.
And night was no exception. Gina seemed to think having doors closed kept monsters out. Kenneth wasn’t really sure there was logic in that, but hey, who was he to argue.
Chills ventured down his spine as he approached the room. Maybe she’d just gotten up to go to the bathroom too. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.
Peeking around the door, he glanced in at the room, a solitary nightlight helping to bathe the room in an orange glow, illuminating the chamber for him to see if his sister was still there.
“Gina?” he whispered curiously. She was on her bed, lying there quietly. So no, that disconfirmed his bathroom theory.
He thought about just closing the door and going back to bed. But for the second time that night, he was sure something wasn’t quite right. And gazing further, rubbing his bleary eyes a pinch, he noticed the red.
Blood, soaking into a puddle beneath his sister’s body. Blood, dripping from her small fist that hung off the side of the bed. As he walked closer shaking, he could see it all over. Coating her. Covering the white coverlet, her pale skin, staining her blond hair. He shuddered in revulsion, momentary panic throwing off any other actions. Blue eyes stared up at him unseeing, and he didn’t have to take a pulse to know it was too late.
Letting out a scream he fled from the room. All he wanted was to get away, pull the sight of Gina’s body from his mind. His parents. He had to find his parents.
Throwing their door open without a second thought, he dashed into the master bedroom. And yet his mind was seeing double now. Two figures in bed. Two bloody puddles. Two lives he’d just lost unexpectedly.
Kenneth grabbed for the phone on his mom’s bedside table, tried to tear his eyes from what he could barely make out in the darkness. And yet the phone only buzzed in his ear, the simple tone that told him something was wrong with the line.
His gaze felt blurred again, though this time not from sleep. Wetness on his cheeks alerted him to the fact that he’d involuntarily begun to cry. He wiped an arm over his face, smeared the hot tears away. He had to be strong. Even with this devastating loss. Then again…he began to realize whoever had done this could still be in the house…
Terror made it hard to focus for a moment. Although he’d chastised himself for thinking of monsters earlier, it was hard to ignore such thoughts now. Monster. Monster. There was a monster in the house. Or at the very least a murderer. Here. With him.
Adrenaline pumped through suddenly. Any sleepiness still remaining was instantly pushed away in the chemical rush, his mind alert at the thought of a murderer possibly being around. He had to get help. But more than anything he had to get out of here.
The teenager pushed himself into action, sprinted for the door like he was running the 100 meter. His heart was out of control, pounding like crazy as he made for the door, tore down the hall. All he wanted was to live. Survive. Not end up like the three bloody corpses lying behind him.
Kenneth made it out the door. Where to now? He panted and stared around, shivering in the cold night air. He had to find help. But where? What now? A car! Was that a car!
His eyes found headlights coming towards him. He shielded his eyes as he spotted flashing red and blue lights. Sirens. There were sirens! He could have cried for joy.
Kenneth moved forward as the cops pulled up. He could have hugged them he felt so relieved. But to his surprise, the first action of the man to come out of the car was to point a gun at him.
“Hands in the air!”
Kenneth paused, confused. This night had been nothing but one mess after another. His hands found their way above his head, exposing his bare chest. Neighbors were stepping from doorways to see what was happening. The teenager stood still as cops moved forward, one coming up to pat along his body, sliding hands down over his boxers. Why was he being searched? This made no sense. And before he could do anything else his hands were being cuffed and words he’d only heard on television were being said to him.
Right to silence? Right to an attorney? Kenneth’s head swam as he was pushed into the vehicle. Neighbors were staring at him, whispering, arms crossed, judgmental glares being forced on him against his will. What had happened? For the first time he felt fully aware, looked down to see the crimson that had been so apparent in his early visions. Blood. There was blood all over him. There was a scream. And then darkness.
Officer Royer stood behind the glass window looking into the interrogation room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before taking another sip of coffee. This was like something out of a nightmare. He glanced up as the head of the department walked in. The man’s grey eyes fell upon the blood covered teen sitting in the small room.
“We’re not sure,” Royer said with a shrug. He looked back in the room. “Triple homicide…the Farkas family.”
“And the boy?”
“Found with blood all over him,” Royer said, shivering a little as he looked in at the sixteen year old boy sitting there. The horror in the kids face was immeasurable. “Says he woke up and went to get water. Found his family dead. When he went to call for help, he found that none of the phones were working. Ran into the street. We’d had a tip from a neighbor, said she’d heard a lot of noise. We found him out there. Kid seemed dazed. Didn’t seem to even process he had blood on him. Passed out in the car on the way over.”
The older officer stood quietly, looking into the interrogation room at the boy. He looked so lost. Confused. Could he really be the violent murderer of the three members of his own family? It seemed so unlikely. And yet proof seemed undeniable. Blood all over the kid and tracking between the various rooms.
“Kinda spooky don’t you think?” Royer said, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Spooky? A boy who just turned sixteen possibly murdering all his family?” the officer demanded, furrowing his eyebrows.
“No sir….the animal like killings…they say there are teeth marks and claws and such…” Royer broke off looking at him.
“So?” he said skeptically, still not quite getting it.
“So…kind of weird on a Halloween night…” Royer said with a shrug. He headed towards the door. “I’ll push him a bit more. Maybe get something else out of him. Guess that theory about the full moon doesn’t seem so false anymore. Guess weird things do happen.”
The officer looked in on little Kenneth Farkas again as the door shut behind Royer. Blood all over translucent white skin. Unanswerable questions for all of them. Weird things indeed.