Narrator POV
It is now one-fifty in the morning, and the house on 'Hemingway'...2105 is in complete silence. The living room has the occasional flare of beams from an oncoming vehicle outside, and the dim glare of the light posts...sneaking in, sharing into view, a few of the corners of the living room, here and there. As well as the dining room across from it, and the kitchen next to it, ahead of that, at the far end of the house.
The grandfather clock ticks away in the darkness of the of the living room, as even more beams of light creep in through the curtains, but these lights seem to come to a complete stop, somewhere near the front of the house, as the beams coming through the windows don't more at all...and the loud sound of some yelling, from outside is heard too, then the loud revving of an engine explodes throughout the entire house, before the high beams trail the entire living room and bathe it in even more light, through the curtains, as both the white and now the red lights begin to fade away as the vehicle outside seems to have turned around and start away from the house and was now gone.
Now, the noise of a key being inserted into the key-hole, in the front door is heard, and then the front door opens with Jaime pulling through the doorway, still in his black jeans, white shirt, and black boots from earlier this morning, from school. He's still wearing his black, leather jacket, but his white shirt is now stained with splashes of 'red'...and he seems to be in a hurry, as he walks quickly passed the living room, and straight ahead to the back over by the kitchen. but takes a quick left onto the stairs going up to the second floor.
Jaime's POV
Probably got me a stiff one tonight, with that lil pissin-poindexter Marcos taking a couple of dives from my sweet-sweet 'Pearl'! But I ain't complainin' none here...even after I got some talkin'-to from that sucker of Cornejo (Emilio), bout not wantin' no business from my butcher-night, tonight with that square!
I ain't no 'bunny' here, like them cuddles who trip to them folks when they get pegged a little too deep, I ain't got no feelins' bout this night...definitely no feelins' bout that square Marcos. He got what he was cruisin' for, and he wanted it, I just gave it to'em!
As I get on them stairs, and start climbin'...the wind gusts pick up outside, and the thunder roars all over myself, the entire house shakes from it. I ain't one for a night storm, but right this minute I don't care much for that.
There's just one thing I've got in mind this right minute...and that's, I'm packin' and gettin' my tail outta here for a few months...some time, don't know how long. I'll call my pops when I get situated, somewhere, where I don't be straight in the line of fire, for what's bout to unpack here, cause this stiff of Marcos is now gonna get me right into the 'big house', that's for sure...but they ain't gettin' their hands on me that easy, not if I can help it neither.
So...I'm packin' some of my mess here, and waitin' for my pops to get home, I'll sneak out with the Dixie, and leave'em a note or somethin', lettin'em know she alright, she's in my hands for now.
The thunder hits close to the house, and roars a bit some more...all around me, as I get to my room, and walk right in...closin' the door behind me.
Now in my room...I see the flashin' of the lightnin', all outside, creepin' in through them windows, sneakin' in passed them curtains, showerin' my entire room in light flahes over and over again. Then, the rain starts pourin' so suddenly, right on them window panes like its a great mini-waves of water hittin' them windows.
As I get myself over to my dresser-drawers, across from my bed, I feel somethin' or somethins' hit me right on my calves, pushin' both my legs forward, pullin' me right off my goddamn feet, and in a minute my dog-on self is lyin' on my floor...I'm lyin' right there, on my floor...starin' up at that celin', face up!
The storm outside is now comin' some bit of furious with the roarin' thunder and the flahes of lightnin' hittin' the inside of my room...I see the walls and the ceiling in an explosion of lightning beams, here and there...every where! And the pourin' rain, poundin' them windows and everywhere on the house too, I can hear it all coming down with force now.
My head took a good knock with this goddamn fall, and I wince a bit, pantin' from the pain on the back of my head.
But before I could react to anythin'...I hear them tiny runnins' all around me...and all over me too, all at once, then lots and lots of critter-like scamperin' too...all over my goddamn room...all over me like some damn massive wave of scamperin' mice. It felt like my room was gettin' overrun with rats all over cause I heard it all over too!
Suddenly, before I could even lift both my arms...they are both gettin' lifted by some tiny critter-things that slowly come into view, as I slightly turn my aching head this way and that. At the same time my head gets pulled down by my hair...by other critter-things, I think...firm, down in place...then, completely out of nowhere some cloth gets jammed-up into my mouth, straight over it and into my goddamn lips...I was gettin' cleave-gagged by these things up in my room right this minute, as the ones up near my mouth, doin' the gaggin' pushed the cloth right between my damn lips real tight, then went on and tied it real knotted-tight behind my neck now. I try movin' my head some furious her and there, but there ain't lettin' up from the critters holdin' it down to the floor by my hair, so my pullin just aggravates my already uncomfortable state, as it's quite painful to pull against your own hair!
As my mouth gets tightly cleave-gagged..."MMNGOGROGHOGMGOGHRMO..." I try mouthin' off some swears here and there underneath the cloth at these things, but it ain't working none to try and get'em, off me, or struggle away from'em neither. I then try to get both them arms away from all of'em things too...but they seem to be way too strong and hold on to both my arms real tight as they are all pullin' both of'em away from my sides, and higher up over my head.
Then...in my most inner thoughts, I remember a couple-a nights ago...somethin' got me right on my bed there, somethin' that night, on that storm too...it was pourin' real bad, like it is right now. With them thunder-roars and those lightning flahes, all over my room!
I was trussed-up to my goddamn bed here, all nice and tight to them headboard and footboard railin' posts for a bit, before I got myself here ripped off them ropes these things got me in...was it these same things that did it...?
It has gotta be them now too, cause they felt very much the same, tiny, and scamperin' too, just like right now!
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HorrorThe rain is pounding into the night, as Alberto struggles to open his eyes from a deep sleep, which seems has been abruptly interrupted by a strange feeling on his muscles. As the flashes of lightning break through his bedroom window, and the shake...
