Arthur snuggled up onto the sofa. Sarah was away to work about 15 minutes ago, leaving him to occupy the house while she's gone. He fidgeted with an old bouncy ball he had found in the attic. Very strange previous owners forget even the smallest of things. He yawned and scratched his head. He got bored and so he turned on the telly. He flicked through the channels to check for any decent programs. But nothing. There was fuck all on today. Arthur went over to the window to look outside. It was cloudy, but dry. Ok conditions for a walk. "Well... may as well." he spoke to himself.
ANDREW'S POV
He went to the garage to pick up a football from the back of the building. He practically dived through the boxes to search for the ball. Pieces of trash were practically flying everywhere behind him as he disposed of each item... one... by one.
He seen the faintest sight of the ball and tore through the rest of the trash. He obtained it rapidly and carried it in his armpits. He walked out the side door and closed it behind him. He started kicking it against the wall of the garage and smiled. There was nothing like kicking a ball against a wall. He enjoys this type of exercise.
Just then, a raindrop landed on his forehead. Andrew looked up to the sky to see it was beginning to drizzle. Andrew tried to make a couple more kicks when the wind pushed the ball out onto the road.
Andrew wasted no time in chasing after it. The wind was picking up speed, pushing the ball faster along the kerb of the footpath opposite to him. As it got faster and faster, Andrew was jump scared by a barking hoskey. Andrew ducked down and crawled past the property where the dog is at. As soon as he completed the crawl, he got up on his knees and followed the route where the ball was heading.
Then, Andrew realized he has reached beyond his hometown. He has entered an area he doesn't know about. But he saw his ball rolling around the streets in random rotations at the mercy of the mighty wind. He tried to catch up, he tried to catch up... and then, it rolled into a sideway. Andrew went over and tried to grab it... but then... he tripped and fell on the ground. He watched as the ball rolled down a soggy, mossy lane; covered in broken branches and holly bushes poking out from the walls. Nettles were sticking out from the bushes, protecting whatever was down there from trespassers... such as Andrew.
He sighed with regret as he climbed through to get into the lane. He carefully navigated his way down the hill, dodging obstacles in his path and trampled through the muck. Arthur stopped for a bit of a cough and continued his way down. Then, when he was halfway through, the rain started to get heavier. Andrew gulped as it drenched through the trees and landed on parts of his clothes. Then, the thunder rumbled the deeper he walked down. At the end, or, what he thought was the end, was pitch darkness. And he still could not see his ball.
"Know what? forget it." Andrew said as he turned round to go back up.
But then...
BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
Andrew turned round to see the ball directly outside the darkness. He stood still, freaked out by it's sudden reappearance. Then, a middle aged lady stepped out from the dark. A tall, 6 foot, blonde hair woman smiled ominously with some of her teeth crooked and yellow. Andrew kept himself together. His heart was storming his chest.
"Hello Andrew!" Cat exclaimed creepily.
Andrew shivered. The woman knows his name. How does she know his name? he constantly asks himself.
"This is such a nice ball." Cat added as she picked up the object. "You want it back, don't you?" She asked. "Um.. no... it's fine. You can keep it." Andrew said as he started to walk away.
"WAIT!" Cat shouted deeply.
Andrew turned round towards the woman.
"I can make it better! Don't you want a better ball?" Cat suggested nervously.
"It's ok. I can just buy another one." Andrew replied.
"What's the point in buying? When I could just blow this one up!" Cat spoke as she raised the ball.
"You'd need a pumper to pump that back up." Andrew said as he played with his fingers.
"No need! Just watch!" Cat exclaimed as she put it into her mouth. Andrew was stunned. The woman was able to pump it back up again. As she completed the repair, she splatted on a few details to the ball. "There we go! Come here, little boy. Come collect your new ball!" Cat encouraged him.
Andrew was tempted. The ball was more epic than it originally was. The woman was very generous. But yet... yet underneath the pleasantness, he could tell that something is not right with this lady. She stood there, silent, smiling, composing body language that looks sweet enough to respond, but dark enough to keep you back. Not to mention the smell coming from this woman. Cat smells of soggy sewage, dead rats compiled in a stack, mixed with rotten twigs and leaves melded together. Her smile, was the worst. It was creepy. Sinister. One of her bottom teeth was sticking out against her lip, exposing the rotten gasp of air she is breathing.
"Hurry up Andrew..." Cat said as she slowly became more impatient.
Andrew hesitated and took a step forward to reach the ball.
Then, Cat's mouth shaped into a terrifying pit of teeth. She leaped forward, grabbed him at his back and sunk her teeth into his face. Blood came pouring out of him like a volcano eruption, flowing down his neck and throat, then soaked his ragged clothes in it. Cat ripped off his head, throat and neck and threw it on the ground. She sat down and sucked up all of the bloody substance that came from Andrew. The rest of his body was left dumped in the bushes and the moss as Cat disappeared from the scene...
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The Streets 2
Horror*Important: Read the first novel before this one* Life has changed dramatically. Corey is an operator in a public council and works a wage for his family of three; himself, his wife Kerry and his daughter Kate. Life is going pretty good. On the othe...
