Daydreaming

Grin Ear to Ear

Steve and Marie Anderson have been riding in this blue car for two and a half hours now, and their excitement has been increasing with each passing minute. Only 5 hours ago did Marie become Mrs. Anderson. They drive to Wilson Park to have their honeymoon in a log cabin by the lake. Marie thought that it was really cheesy, but Steve loved it. Turning right onto a gravel road, they pass trailers with Christmas lights still on them, houses with many windows to look at the lake during the day, and kids splashing in the blue water. It seemed really peaceful, and it set suspicion off in Marie's eyes. Parking in front of this two story cabin of wood that had large bay windows, and a beautiful chimney with smoke coming out of it, there were two crusted numbers on the mailbox that read 76. While Marie unlocked the door Steve retrieved their suitcases. A wild burly man in a blue flannel shirt and crazy eye brows walks towards him. Setting the luggage down he greeted the stranger with a handshake and a bright smile, "Hello sir, my name is Steve Anderson. Can I help you?" The man ignored the handshake, and stroked his beard while eyeing Steve. Putting both of his hands into his pockets, he smiled a wicked smile. His brown teeth missing in various spaces, he chuckled "Hello mister. I just wanted to check out who my temporary neighbors were, and how long you plan on staying?" "About two weeks. Can I ask you your name, stranger?" Steve said half heartedly. "You can call me Robert." He nodded behind Steve and stumbled away. He turned around and Marie stood at the doorway. He picked up the boxes of clothing, and shuffled his way into the log cabin. "Who was that?" Marie asked bewildered. "Robert..." Steve didn't speak anymore of him. Later that night, Marie awoke at the sound of a rustling outside. "Steve, honey, wake up please." She shook Steve a little, making him grumbled in response. "I'm scared.." Marie whispered. Steve wiped the sleep from his eyes and sat up straight, "It was probably just the wind, sweetheart." He comforted her by rubbing his hand along her back. "Can you just look out the window?" He shook his head yes and let out a loud breath. Throwing the covers he squinted out the thin glass. In the moonlight he can see a swaying black figure 5 feet away from the window. "Stay up here. DO NOT leave this room." Steve warned Marie as he quickly shut the door. She peered out the window and didn't see anything at all. Frightened, he went to the living room and grabbed a golf club from his bag. He silently stalked over to the back door and swung it open. "What are you doing in my yard?" Steve angrily yelled. The most damage he'd done is scare a couple of geese. The next morning he wakes ups to the smell of syrup, and the sizzling of frying bacon. He slid his slippers on, and groggily walked downstairs. He kisses his wife good morning and takes a seat at the table. "I'm sorry I woke you last night, I'll make it up to you later." Marie said seductively. "How about right now?" Steve fired back. They giggled and continued to kiss. Right as it started to become passionate, a knock at the door interrupts them. Steve sets Marie down, and opens the door with the same bright smile. Marie's favorite physical thing about him. There stood Robert in the same clothes as yesterday. "Morning neighbor. Care to tell me why I was woken up by a yelling man last night?" Embarrassed, Steve apologized and told him all that happened then asked if he had heard it happen before around here. "All I know is that you weren't the first person to wake me up by yelling in the the night," he gave Marie a sly smile, "You probably won't be the last." Again, he stumbled away with out saying goodbye. That night, Marie awoke with the sound of knocking at the window. She tried her best to ignore it, and blamed a branch for it. It then continued and got louder each time. Without thinking she woke Steve up again. He abruptly sat up and looked at her. She explained what happened to him and went again to the window. He put his face close enough to the old cil' to create condensation. Although this time, his gaze is returned with a pair of eyes and burly eyebrows to match. Astonished, he didn't mutter a word as he sets out to the backyard. Repeating everything he did last night, nothing was found in the yard. Angrily, the morning after, he slammed his fist down on Roberts front door. A sleepy woman answered and asked what was the matter. Steve, taken back, asked "Does a Robert live here?" The lady shook her head whilst furrowing her eyebrows. Quietly apologizing, Steve returned home more than confused. On the third night when Marie woke him up, he didn't waste anytime on making his way outside. Ten, fifteen, thirty, minutes pass and Marie hears nothing from Steve. Worried she calls the police with an unsteady hand, and grabs one of Steve's clubs on her way out the back door. Right as she gets outside she sets the phone down. A beautiful sunrise greets her. She almost immediately spies Steve's body on the ground under a big oak tree. She runs up to him. His neck sliced open, still pouring blood, cuts on his eyes like a cartoon crusted over, and his underwear lay beside him. The most disturbing though is each of his teeth made into a smile laid on the ground beside him covered in dry blood, and his mouth cut on each corner to make him grin ear to ear. Baffled, Marie quivered backing away from the sight. Her back falls into a sturdier one, and arms encircle her. Grey duct tape closes her mouth. "Well hello mrs. Anderson. I don't think we've had the chance to meet. I'm Robert." She struggled in his grasp, but it only made him hold her tighter. He threw through her on the ground and straddled her hips. "I can make you feel so much better then Mr. Perfect teeth over there." He kissed her mouth sloppily, and took his blade running it down her cheek. One of her arms is set free in his commotion, and she takes this opportunity to jab him in the eyes. He yelps loudly in pain. She runs through the back door left ajar whimpering in the process, as she rips the duct tape off.She quickly grabs the keys as she heard his footsteps in the house. "Maaaariieeee" she runs out the front door and starts up the car. It won't start. She sees him in the front door frame now. She tries again, and nothing. He laughs loudly. He runs to the drivers side, and bangs on the window. "Sound familiar, honey?" The car starts and she drives quickly away from the park. The neighborhood looking perfectly normal, as if nothing happened. The radio caught her ear, and she turned it up. "This insane convict escaped three days ago. Do not talk to him. Do not look at him. He hates any type of smiles as his history would tell you. He goes by the name of Robert but ..." She stared at the console in disbelief. Soon their blue car is rammed into one of the many tall houses just as she was about to escape from Wilson park.

A/n

Sooo.. I got scared writing this. I'm scared to take a shower now. 👀 I Had to rewrite it because it accidentally got deleted. Oops. The first version was better. ✌️✌️