Outside My Window

Outiside My Window

I heard a click as my father locked my window. He pulled down the blinds and brought across the curtain. As long as I could remember he had always locked every window, every door, and closed all the blinds. Every house in the neighborhood did too. I asked once about it when I was younger, but he just told me I would learn when I got older. I wasn't sure when I was older. Every day for years I wanted to ask again, but he always looked agitated or shaken, so I kept my mouth shut. My father tucked me into bed as he had for the past fourteen years. He sat down beside me on the bed, and I sensed tension.

"Kate," he began, "every night I lock your windows. Every night since your mother died thirteen years ago." I nodded, encouraging him to keep going. "I feel as you should know the truth." He rubbed his hand against the back of his neck. "Remember those monster stories I would tell you? The ones about the monsters outside the window? How I joked about that being the reason why I always kept it locked? That was the truth. At night they come, scouring the land in search of something. Probably to feast on the creatures of this earth. Only the innocent they must devour, or perhaps they need to bring something back to their master. Whatever the case, they took your mother. She left the house at night, then was gone. You," his voice broke, "had a sister. A sister just a year older than you." He looked down at the bed, sadness creeping into his brown eyes. "She was with your mother and it happened. I was too cowardly, too weak to follow her out and save them." Tears began to roll down his cheeks and splash on the covers of my bed. I took his hand, comforting.

"Father," I said softly, "What was my sister's name." I tried not to let the tears in my eyes soak my cheeks, I wanted to help my father stay strong. He was already so brave to tell me.

"Kayla," he said, looking up at me. He looked into my face for a few minutes, then stood up. "I'm sorry I had bring all this onto you, I just felt you should know."

"I understand. I would tell me too." I held out my hand for his, he took it.

"Dear Lord," I closed my eyes and bowed my head. "You have been so kind to my father and I. You hold the world in your great hands, you are the king of all. We come before you in pain and suffering, and ask only your forgiveness for our faults. We are but humans, clothed in mortal flesh and blood. Together we offer up our thanksgiving to you. In Jesus' great name..."

"Amen," Father ended. He smiled and shook my hand warmly. "Goodnight, Kate. I love you." He kissed my forehead.

"I love you, too, Father."

The next few weeks passed quickly. Every night I prayed for forgiveness, and every night I locked my windows. This night I locked my windows, and began to finish up my remaining math homework.

"A equals thirteen," I mumbled as I wrote the answer down on the practice test. I was in pre-algebra, and I didn't much like it because a lot of students my age had done pre-algebra a year before in 7th grade. But I carried on, doing my homework and trying to raise my grade to an A. Suddenly I heard a soft noise at the window, the sound of whispering. I heard the sound at night, but only in my dreams I thought. My spine chilled slightly, but I decided to ignore the sound. I finished the practice test, plopped my math binder on the floor, clicked off the light, and rolled under the covers. The whispering grew louder and I found myself unable to move in fear. I tried to urge myself to sleep but I began to sweat fiercely. The whispering kept going, and I tried to close my eyes. After a few minutes of petrified fear, and clapped my eyes tightly closed, and prayed up to God. I prayed to him, asking for comfort. I felt scared and like something was about to creep into my room. I kept praying, never daring to turn away from God during whatever was happening. After an hour of shaking and praying, I finally felt my body relax, and a wave of courage filled my bones. The whispering was more understandable now, something was indeed outside my window. I clicked on the light, because I knew most movies where they don't turn on the light something bad happens. Slowly, I moved the curtain a tiny bit to the side, and raised the blinds just enough for me to see outside. A bright line crossed across my vision, and I heard the lock break. I fell to the floor unconscious.

Writer Comments: Hey guys, I hope you like this story. Hopefully I have the time and commitment to finish this one. It's hasn't been edited, so you may find a few mistakes in grammar, spelling, or punctuation. This is a story for fun and I hope to improve my writing with it. I decided to give it a Christian aspect just because I relate to that and feel as if there aren't enough stories with it. Preferably I can make this a good story, so people can overlook anything they disagree with religion wise. I hope you enjoy, I had a great time writing this first part!