Panic From The Bookcase

Terror

I was curious to see what would happen with using a writing prompt and this just flowed out.

This creation came from a writing prompt: What if a story started with? 'The silence woke her.'

This part standalone.

Based on true events that took place in the Shinoda household. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_noRKkVqcg&t=0s&list=WL&index=78

2008

The silence woke her. The house was never this quiet. No cries from the baby monitor. Her eyes snapped open. All she could see was darkness. She could not hear Mike snoring softly beside her. She knew he was home, for he had just gotten home from a three-month tour leg. She reached out next to her but did not feel anything. The space Mike occupied was cold. It should have signaled to her that he has not made it to bed yet and was probably still up in his studio working away on a track he was creating. But something did not feel right. Deep down in the pit of her stomach. It made her sit up straight on the mattress as the quilt and sheet fall around her waist. A sudden gust of coldness made her shiver. It felt extremely cold. But when she turned to look at her side she panicked. Standing next to her bed was an older dark-haired woman. An elder Japanese woman. A scream escaped her lips. Hastily, she pushed the covers back and quickly crawled off the bed.

As soon as her bare feet touched the dark hardwood floor, she hurriedly made her way over to the bedroom door. Yanking it open, another gust of coldness hit her causing goosebumps to break out down her arm and the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. The dark-haired woman standing at her side of the bed was still standing there. She has not moved since Anna jump off the bed.

Something was not right. It was not. Who was this woman?

She made her way down the hardwood hallway of her home and opened the first door on the left. She walked into the dark room not turning on the lights. She knew her way around the room. Many nights spent tending to the cries of her six months old son. She wanting to grab Otis and hightail it to Mike's studio on the main floor. When she reached the dark wood crib and peered over the rail her heart stopped. Her precious baby boy was not in the crib.

Why did she listen to Mike suggestion on having Otis sleep in his crib alone? She tried a couple times before, letting him sleep in his crib, but she slept on the floor right next to his crib. Mike had convinced her to let Otis be by himself and watch him from the baby monitor this time so that she could get some rest. Certainly, Mike was being sweet and had come up to grab Otis for one of his nighttime feedings. That could be why she did not hear the baby monitor static of it being on because Mike could have taken it with him into the studio.

But that did not explain the woman in room bedroom.

"Anna..." a creepy voice whispered out sending chills down Anna's spine.

She ran out of her son's room and continued down the opposite direction of the hallway reaching the beige carpet staircase. She speeded down the stairs and spirited pass her living room and down the long corridor to Mike's studio.

One set of the double doors was open, and Anna ran into the office room, "Mike!" she called loudly. No response.

"Mike!" she called out again as she made her way towards the doorway of the control room.

No response again.

She was getting very worried now. No Mike. No Otis. A creepy woman in her house. What the hell, was going on?

"Mike!" she called out a little louder. Panic and desperation creeping into her. She walked through the doorway and into the control room.

She stopped. Her breathing became heavy. Mike was not sitting on the computer chair. In fact, he and Otis were not in the room. The room was silent. No buzzing from any of Mike's equipment.