Paranoia

A Thump in the Night

"To myself at last". Jackson sunk into his chair with the remote in his hand. He had just got home from a hard days work of inspecting. He was a detective and had went threw plenty of cases this day. Add on all those interviews and he was surprised he hadn't fallen asleep. He had a fine bit of cash, and lived in a pretty big house in the hills. "Finally, Netflix and Chill, but with myself". Even in the comfort and quietness of the house, he instantly cringed at this line of dialogue. His family had left to his mother in laws for the weekend. "What should I watch", he thought as he scrolled through all of the movies. His favorite movies were superhero movies, but he had seen them all. "Kthump." Jackson got up from his seat in surprise. A thump came from the roof. "Hello?" Jackson did not get a response back. He walked up the stairs, and looked at each of his families rooms. Every door was closed, as they should be. Jackson slowly walked to his sons  door, and opened it slowly. He cut the lights on to see his sons room looking as it always seemed to look. He closed the door, and check the other rooms. "Nothing." He wondered what it was. "Kthump." This time the sound come from underneath. Jackson walked down the stairs and into the living room. He looked around to see if something had fell, but everything was where it should be. "Is someone in here?" Jackson was starting to get upset. He walked to the kitchen and peeled around. Everything was as it should've been. Jackson walked back to the living room and sat on his couch, feeling the uneasiness. "What could that be?" "Kthump."  Jackson was starting to get furious now. "This shit your doing aint funny!" He couldn't tell where he heard it from this time, all he knew is he heard  thump. He went upstairs and checked all the rooms again, but to no avail as they were as they were to begin with. No windows were broken, nothing. Jackson wasn't going to stop until he figured out what the hell was in his house. He walked into the backyard, grabbed his shovel, and went back in. "I'm not afraid to use this!" He scream this at the top of his lungs, trying to let everybody know not to mess with him and his house. "Thump." Jackson ran to the kitchen, ready for attack. "Where are you!" He threw the pantry doors open, looking for his victim. "Thump". This time it came from the top of the stairs. Jackson was starting to feel disturbed." come here you little shit!" Jackson bolted as he went toward the stairs. When he got there though, there was nothing at the top. "Thump". Jackson heard coming from one of the  rooms upstairs and raced up there. " come the fuck out here!" No one came out. Jackson was petrified when he heard the next sound though. "Thump." He realized it was coming from the downstairs closet. With each step took down the stairs he felt like he was coming closer and closer to his own demise. When he was getting close to the door, he heard a little scratching sounds. He throws with his hand halfway to the door knob. "Do I really want to know what's in here," he thought. He slowly grab the door knob and turned it. A raccoon jumped out and ran through to the back door and Jackson fell to his knees and relief. From the maleficent shadows of the closet though, a dark arm reached out and grabbed upon the neck of Jackson.