Dark Creatures Chasing

Prologue

     Ivory Page fumbled through her keys, looking for the one to her house in Toronto, Canada. She found it and inserted it into the keyhole, turning it and hearing the lock click. She took the key out and turned the golden coloured knob. She pushed the door open with her hip, lifting the box under her arm a little higher with her thigh. Ivory walked into the dark, and set the box of tablet pens on the floor next to her couch. She worked in the graphic design industry, and used a few different pens for different things.

     There was a voice. A low, whispering one. Ivory stood back up, from setting the box down, slowly. She looked into the dark, and the voice continued on whispering. The bedroom door creaked, and she turned slowly around. Nothing was there. She shrugged. It was probably just the A.C. kicking on. 

    Ivory turned on the lamp that sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, and the voice diminished, then disappeared. She jumped a little, when the door opened further, but only found her red tabby cat, Brick. "Hey, Brick." She said, picking up her little boy. Brick was the only family she had. She was an only child, and her parents had died in a car crash. She was also in the crash, but survived with only one injury to the head. She had bled a lot, but recovered. The crash was a head-on collision, and was quite bad.

     She brushed her dark brown hair behind her ear, and pet her cat while she sat down on the couch. Brick laid down and purred gratefully. Ivory smiled, and pulled out her phone from her pocket, and started to surf the internet.