The Things of Nightmares

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. This couldn't be right. I couldn't have left my door open the entire time I had been gone, could I?

I nudge the door wider with my toe. My wariness absolutely seeping into every pore of my being.

Could I not just find my bed and finally sleep god damn it? I'm already a late night owl, my friends think I'm an insomniac, but really I just don't sleep until my body tells me. And my word, I just want to sleep right now.

Every bone in my body aches. My head is throbbing, my eyes are drooping. I probably look as close to a real life zombie as is physically possible.

I step inside and right after dropping my bags off to the side I close the door softly. With a little sigh of relief my shoulders slump. I turn, only to see a terrifying face in front of me.

Geoff is standing not two feet away from me in my dark entry hall. A little surprised shriek comes from my mouth as I jump, taking a giant step back. Right into the door.

"What... who... how?" I stutter as I try to comprehend what I am seeing. Geoff the Killer, standing in my entryway, and stroking my pet cat. "What the Fuck?" I finally slam out through my panic, my thoughts totally confused and totally twisting their way into the dark depths of my mind.

Someone walks up behind Geoff, a guy only slightly taller than the sole killer originally standing in my foyer. His face hidden behind a dark coloured mask, with dark black circles for eyes, and a very dark hoodie pulled up over his head. I recognise him almost as fast as I had Geoff the Killer.

"You, you, you're eyeless William!" I gasp and I see the two of them look at me funny. He silently nods his head though, confirming my guess. I stutter for a few moments before I hear the audible sighs coming from the two men? beasts? killers? in my house.

Eyeless William comes towards me and nudges me out of the way. I wheel around to see him reaching towards the door handle.

"Come with me. We're going to introduce you to the others." he says without turning to look at me, I turn around to see Geoff the Killer stroking my cat Odey, that creepy smile forever plastered on his face pulling even wider as he smiles for real.

I shiver before hurrying myself to go and grab my purse, with my keys and wallet, from the pile of bags I had just dropped. I don't want to keep these killers waiting no matter how much I don't want to do this. I am way too afraid of the possible outcome.

"You have your keys?" Geoff asks and wordlessly I nod my head, afraid that if I speak I might say something wrong, and where would that get me? Oh right, Dead.

I go to the front of my garage and find my SUV, right where I left it. Unlocking it I put my stuff into the passenger seat while Geoff and William sit in the back. I am extremely nervous about having them both back there behind me but, for some deranged reason, I trust that they actually do want to keep me around and alive, at least for now.

Heading on the highway, I finally find my voice. "Where am I going?" I ask, my voice rough and scratchy from not using it too much other than to exclaim meaningless nothings at the two of them earlier. Or maybe it's just from the mental strain.

"Ah, she speaks. I was starting to wonder if you'd cut out your voice box or something." Geoff jokes but I don't find it funny, and neither does William as he slaps Geoff on the back of the head hard.

"Shut up dimwit, just give her the directions." He says before turning to the window as if to look out. I briefly wonder if he can actually see anything through the black pits that seem to be his eyes, but he must if he can function and cut out people's kidneys right? Or is that a thing of fiction too?

Were the stories all wrong? My head was spinning with the possibilities, endless they seemed, pouring into my already addled head.

"Keep going straight until I tell you to turn." I hear Geoff say and his words jolt me out of my head. My heart rate speeds up as we continue to go farther and farther and farther still. Where are we going? Where are they taking me? Where could these monsters possibly live?

About ten more minutes of straight driving and I knew I was going to go insane. Not even far in the future, not I would be insane by the end of this car trip with these two. My heart hadn't slowed, only sped on as if it in itself was running a marathon, my breathing was visibly and probably audibly way too fast to be even remotely normal. My whole body is trembling with the thoughts of what was to come.

Would I displease them? Would they cut this short? Would I actually care so much if they did?

"Turn left here." Geoff says and without even thinking about it I turn, the jolt of my mind and body reconnecting alerts me to the dirt road we're on and I groan almost inaudibly, or so I hope.

Driving on the beaten path for what seems like forever, we finally come up to a break in the trees and that's when I see the house. It's a huge mansion in an old maroon-red colour. Some of the windows seem to be boarded up, and even the side door seems to be hanging from its hinges.

The house almost looks deserted, and as I slow my car to a crawl up the driveway, I distinctly notice that there are no other houses around. Just trees.

"Park anywhere." Geoff says and so I just stop, put my car into park, and just marvel at the house. It's just so fucking huge.

"Common slowpoke, you've still got a long night ahead of you." Geoff says before he and William disappear into the house.

Slowly, I step down from the car and grab my stuff, taking time and care without seeming like I'm dawdling. Of course, I can only put the inevitable off for so long and I have to head towards the house.

My breathing seems to get more and more erratic as I get close to the ajar door. Once there, I push it gently, and it creaks loudly as it swings on its hinges. I walk through, trying to not make too much sound, though the old house seems to not agree with me in that respect.

I follow the commotion of voices, leading me to a room farther back into the house. I round the corner and just as I do I hear a frightful phrase I thought no one would ever utter about me.

"So who's going to have the pleasure of showing her around tonight?" Geoff asked, a smile even more sinister curling onto his face. His eyes, looking at me, as if sizing me up. And with that one look my shoulders sag with the fatigue and the defeat, I knew, in that single moment, that this night of horrors had only just begun.