Help Me...

                                                                        Chapter 1-

August 20th, 2035

                My hands are shaking, my heart is racing, and I don't see anyone around; I can't find my mom, dad, or older sister anywhere near. My parents should be at work, but I had to leave school early, usually the babysitter was there to get me, but this time I was alone. The dog’s doghouse is a little cramped with my little baby brother, Connor, but it will have to do.  He, somehow, was the only one home; the babysitter's gone. She usually is there when I get home from school, I looked everywhere. The teachers wouldn't tell us why they sent us home early. I don't know what to do. There is something wrong, I can feel it. I just don't know what yet.

            When I pulled open the door, there was a man throwing his fists on my brother's door. It looked like he was trying to get to him. I don't know why he would want my brother, he was so tiny and smelly. He looked as if he rolled in dirt and had his arm cut off. My eyes grew huge in fright. Connor was defenseless against this vulgar smelling person. I had to help him somehow. So, I crept down the hall to my parents bedroom and thought to grab a golf-club, which was in my dad’s golfing case. I exited the room with trifling steps as slowly and quietly as humanly possible. I move toward this man's back side with the club up straight in the air as if I was holding a baseball bat. 

         He kept thrashing and thump ping on Connor's room door, not noticing meager 9 year old me. The tears were now coming down my face as my heart was pumping and racing. I crept down the hall, not noticing I was taking bigger steps. I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise, when half-way down the hall, this man heard me coming. His ugly, ripped up face slowly turned toward me. He moved his entire body his limbs swinging in the process, but he kept that head still and made an inhuman gurgle. This man limped with his left leg, his pace slow and he had no right arm. I let out a squeal, I could see half his bloody bone in his arm with scrapes and scratches. It made me feel sick, I didn't know what this man- if he even was a man- was going to do to me. The thing's red plaid shirt and jeans were all bloody, ripped and stained with dirt and grass. He had brown eyes as well as messy dark brown short hair. He limped slowly but stealthily, right in my path, my brother, still crying and in his room as if screaming to let him out. I couldn't help him then, I didn't know what to do. My mind was boggled and confused. What is this thing? Where did it come from? Am I going to die?

The disturbing man took his steps closer and closer to me, pounding his feet on the first floor of my house. I held my stance, the club over my head, my heart was ready to rip out of my chest, and my tear staned face was contorted in confusion and fright. I let out a sob a with what sounded like a gurgled "Leave me alone," as he limped in my direction. All i could smell was rotten eggs and milk, It made feel sick. He was to the point of arms length distance, I swung and hit him square in the arm with the golf club. I could feel the vibration through my hands. I took a step back and he ran for me I didn't know what else to do so I swung again, harder this time. The club smashed against the thing's skull.

"Arrrrrg!" he moaned out as the club smashed through his skull, making him fall to the floor; lifeless and even more bloody, I couldn't take the smell any longer. I had tears in my eyes and leaned over; my forearm on the hallway wall. I emptied whatever I had in my stomach my stomach, my throat burned as I coughed and breathed heavily, I got up and stepped around the body on the carpet. My head was gone, I didn't know what to do. The thumping of my heart and the shaking of my hands told me to find somewhere safe to go.

I heard my brother give a cry from the bedroom. I ran to the door and yanked it open. I ran over to his cot and looked at him. His face was red and puffy from crying. He reached out for me, his eyes brighter then before. He was happy to see me. There was a note from the babysitter on his cot also. I threw my bag off my shoulders and stuffed the note in it and tossed it again on my back. I picked him up and decided, I didn't want to stay in my house, I went outside to look for a hiding spot. I saw my dog's doghouse and hid out there. I guess Lynkz didn't stay around for the action. It was a bit cramped but I left the golf club outside. I ran back inside to get a blanket to sit on for Conner and I.

Now, I keep running inside to get snacks with Connor. It's blistering hot as him and I are in the doghouse, I hear someone yelling from the back yard. I am close to them, but I don't want to be loud. It seems these things are attracted to noise. I have only seen one or two around lately. 

"I'm in here!" I said in a small voice to the person outside my hiding place. I saw some boy and my older sister lean over to peer in. 

"Oh thank god you're okay!"

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