In Their Eyes

-12-

The figure stands before the hay-stuffed thing, creating a single silhouette.

Cutting a tall, dark shadow against the starry night sky. One with eyes can barely discern.

Eyes that might not belong to a human thing. The cats are going berserk. Two of them topple over the phone table.

Others run in confused circles around the couch. Several of the scramble over the base of the floor lamp.
That sends it on its side with a loud crash while others are scaling the drapes, clawing their way towards the ceiling.
The Cat Lady watches, puzzled by her felines. "Who the hell is that?", She asks, cocking her rifle loudly and throws open the front door.

She levels the rifle at the scarecrow.

"You gotta 'bout ten seconds to get your ass outta my yard.", The Lady says.

The scarecrow/Figure stands. It continues to stare in at them. Silhouetted in the moonlight.

"Dont think im gonna tell you twice.", she hisses. Its voice... Strange and Raspy whisper.
"My children...", It says. Trish and Darry exchange glances at one another. "What?", the Lady says.
"I have come for my children.", the creature whispers. Both Trish and Darry are frozen by its words.

    The old woman turns to look at them. Then the figure bolts towards the house. The Lady whirls about and fires the rifle.

    A ear piercing screech is heard. The scarecrow disintegrates, ripping into shadowy bits that explodes in every direction.

    Something larger rips skywards at the moment of impact.

    The figure is gone. It vanishes into thin air. The 3 crowd the doorway, trying to see out.

    Darry's gaze is caught by something high.

   He catches a terrifying glimpse of this thing scrambling up the front of the house. Its like some horrible caped insect.

     As if gravity simply didn't exist.

    "What in the holy-", Darry says but is cut off. The sudden cut makes the woman look at them in shock.

    A window suddenly breaks somewhere upstairs. All 3 whirl around, staring up at the ceiling.

     Cats start dropping past the front window. Dropling down into the yard from the second story. They land on their feet and scurry off into the night.

   Trish and Darry look at each other with mounting fear. The Cat Lady looks at both Trish and Darry.
    "What the hell did you bring to my house?", She hisses. A sudden frightened and vocal torrent of cats rush in great panic down the stairs.

    With the sounds from above, a cat clearly attacking, the lady storms towards the stairs brandishing her rifle.

    "Get away from my babies, you son-of- a- bitch!", She hollers.

     "Dont!", Darry says and grabs the old woman to keep her from going in. "Dont go in there.", Darry says. "Goddammit!", The lady yells.

    "Leave now! With us!", Trish says. Both kids try to convince her to not go back.

    "Goddammit! Dont you hurt my babies-", the lady says. She kneels Darry in the groin.
    He yelps and folds over as the old woman charges up the stairs. "Darry!", Trish yells.

    She hurries to him and starts dragging him towards the front door. She just wants out. They want to go!

    "Ill blow your goddamn head off-", The lady yells but at the top of the stairs, the lady is suddenly wrenched off her feet.