Forlot: The Thanksgiving Horror - Book Fourteen

Chapter Sixteen

My shriek echoed through the once vacant home. I was tackled to the floor. Most of the air exited my lungs as I landed on my stomach, and everything went black. No. I did not lose consciousness. I was plunged in darkness and being held down, but I was still wide awake. When I met the ground, I tried shoving off the intruder. I was not weak, not even before being tackled. I was pumped to beat up the intruder until he or she cried like a baby. The person was neither heavy nor light. And felt fluffy. Sort of smooth, but not smooth like human skin.

I successfully pushed off the person a second time. The person fell in a heap right next to me and did not moan in pain or try standing up. I hurriedly scrambled to my feet and gazed down at him or her. I recognized almost immediately that it was not a human. It was not even a person. It was an inanimate object. That blanket larger than me which is kept folded over the top of the couch. Well, I never fold it when I am finished using it. I think that folding is a hassle. I never fold my clothes or spare covers. I toss them all somewhere in my closet and call it good.

"I would drop you in the trash barrel if you were not so soft and fluffy," I mumbled, picking up the blanket and draping it over the couch. "Must have knocked it down when I raced around the couch. But it does not explain the voice. That chilling voice sounding like that it came from behind me." I slowly went back around the couch and stood in front of it. I scanned the room. "Could not have been the television or my cell. They are shut off."

I decided to check the rest of the house for any signs of an invader or the invader him or herself. I had to make sure that I was not hearing voices inside my head - and that my head would not be chopped off.

I choked on my breath and wrapped a hand around my neck. I would not have my head sliced off. Not without putting up a good fight. I snatched my cell off the table and slipped it in my pocket.

"Come out wherever you are," I called as I wandered in the kitchen. "You messed with the wrong kid."

I was incredibly lucky that I checked the kitchen first. I could not smell the smoke until I stood in the center of the kitchen. I let out a surprised gasp and slapped both hands on either side of my head.

"What the...?"

The white smoke was coming from the little oven. Blue fire was licking the four burners. It was what was being burnt to a crisp causing the smoke, though. I could not make out what it was - yet. I raced to said oven, careful to not let the blue flames lick me. I hurriedly turned off the burners and snatched a pair of red mittens hanging next to the oven. Thank gosh that the mittens were not caught on fire. I slid them on and pulled open the oven door. I staggered back and closed my eyes. I swung my arm over my nose to keep from sucking up the smoke.

Whoever almost burned the house down will pay.

Why has the smoke detector not gone off? Did this sick individual also mess with it? I might have died tonight. Died in smoke and a raging fire. My ashes would be all that was left of me. The psycho could have killed me!

I waved most of the smoke away and peeked inside the oven. The huge food was burnt only in some spots, so I could easily make out what food was snuck in. I let out a loud gasp this time. A shiver shocked my whole body. The person brought the food in this house. I could only imagine where he or she bought - or more likely stole - the turkey. The good-sized turkey with the legs and the wings. And plenty of bones.

I carefully slid out the tray and almost dropped it when I set it on the counter far away from the oven and blew smoke off this inedible turkey. I slipped off the mittens and hung them back on the little hanger. I left the oven door open to let the inside cool off and went to the sink to fetch a glass of water. I was not thirsty. I returned to the turkey and poured the water on it to dissipate what was left of the white smoke. Then I put the glass on the marble counter and pressed my back on said counter. I looked down at the floor and thought about what I just saw and did. I felt tired now, but not enough to risk the chance of some psychopath present in my house. I was determined to find and beat him or her until the entire body was covered in bruises.

Maybe if the person swears to never tell anybody that I did the beating or invade businesses or more houses...I will not call the cops on him or her. The psycho should also take the disgusting turkey.

"Of all the foods that can cook in an oven...why did the guy pick a turkey?" I gagged and pushed away from the counter. "The guy is truly crazy. Who likes turkey? The food and the animal. Everyone who eats turkey should be shot."

"It will be you who will be shot if you do not change."

The raspy voice! It came from behind me again!

I spun around. Nobody.

"Horrible things will be happening to you if you do not change your thinking - now."

Before I could turn around once more, I was shot. Shot in the back of my leg.