Creepy Tales

Another One

             She flinched when she heard a knock on her door. She knew exactly who, or what, it was as she cautiously stood up, frantically looking around the room. She quickly walked over to her pantry, opened the door and went inside. She closed the door and pushed some heavy boxes against it. She slumped down so she sat on the floor and put her knees up to her chest, breathing heavily.

     She flinched again when she heard a second knock. There was no way she was falling for this trick again. She's too smart for that. She froze when she heard her front door opening. She began to panic, thinking that she left the door unlocked by mistake.

       Just then, she heard a woman's voice call out to her. "Cara? It's me, Jenna. I hope it's okay that I let myself in, I found a key under your doormat." Cara sighed in relief when she realized that it was her sister. "Where are you?" Jenna asked. "I know you're here, I saw your car outside." Cara stood up, thinking that it must not be the right time yet or that she got the date wrong.

     She moved the boxes out of her way before opening the pantry door and stepping out. "I'm over here!" She told her. After following her voice, Jenna walked through the kitchen and stopped in front of her. "Hey, it's been a little bit! How are you?" Jenna asked her, pulling her into a hug. As Cara hugged her back, she said, "Good, good. How are you holding up?" "I'm okay, still struggling to accept the fact that Max is gone." Jenna told her. "Can I use your bathroom real quick?" she asked Cara, pulling away. "Of course." She responded.

      As Jenna walked out of the kitchen, Cara was beginning to shake, not only with fear, but of aggravation. How? How had I fallen for the trick again? How could I be so stupid? Jenna's boyfriend Jeremy had passed but just earlier she had said Max. How could it make that great of a mistake? Aren't they all extremely intelligent? It's almost as if it wanted her to know, wanted her to get a head start.

     As soon as it came back into the kitchen, Cara would stab it in the chest, and it would be all over. She grabbed a butcher knife and hid it behind her back as she waited impatiently. A moment later, it walked back into the kitchen. It was looking down at it's phone, the perfect time to strike.

     Cara ran up to it with no hesitation before driving the knife through it's heart. It gasped as it fell to the floor, dropping the phone in the process. Cara was devastated by the scene in front of her, but kept having to remind herself that that thing wasn't her sister.

     Several days later, Cara got a call from her mother. "Hey, mom." Cara said, taking a seat on her couch. "Hey, honey. Did Jenna ever tell you about Max? The poor puppy got run over a week or so ago."