Recently I have yearned to write something creative and completely made up again. While I’ve had this particular document open for several days, I didn’t start writing this particular piece until Tuesday before work. Tonight I continued on to finish what could be the first part in a short story, or perhaps something bigger. I don’t really know at this point, but I wanted to share it with you. Mainly because I want feedback. Based on what you read below, I want to know if you would keep on reading. If you have any other feedback or criticism, I will appreciate that too! 🙂
The Killer In The Shadows (working title)
Eyes wide open, Heather stared into the darkness, seeing nothing. Her heart was pounding like a thousand horses. What had woken her?
Her eyes became accustomed to the darkness around her. Everything looked perfectly normal in her small bedroom. Heather looked to the window, the night beyond her window looked calm and serene. Everything looked picture perfect. Maybe it had been a nightmare.
Heather relaxed back into her pillow, satisfied with that answer. Then she heard it.
Scratching on her door, followed by a low growl. Heather bolted upright in her bed. Was that…
“Jasper?” Heather’s voice was barely a whisper. The scratching continued as she slid her feet into her fuzzy pink slippers and slowly made her way across the room.
For a moment Heather just stood there, not sure if she wanted to see what was really on the other side of her door.
For a moment the scratching stopped on the other side of the door.
Heather breathed a sigh of relief, it was just Allen’s dog, Jasper. Heather opened the door slowly reveling her downstairs neighbor’s black as midnight Mastiff.
Heather got down on her knees, putting her at eye level with the massive dog. She gave the dog a rub on his neck and wrapped her arms around the gentle giant.
“You scared the living daylights out of me Jasper! What are you doing up here?” Heather said to the dog, very well aware that he would not give a verbal answer.
Jasper gave her a gentle nudge and made his way to the stairs that led downstairs to Allen’s apartment. He looked back at her, his dark brown eyes seemed to ask her to follow.
“What’s going on Jasper?” Heather got up, spotted her house coat on her recliner, and grabbed it. She pulled it tight around herself as she followed Jasper down the stairs.
The further Heather got down the stairs, the more uneasy she felt. Something wasn’t right. Even though her and Allen had an agreement that the doors between his apartment and hers stay open all the time for Jasper, the dog had never been upstairs in the middle of the night.
Jasper only came upstairs when Allen wasn’t home or when he was busy on the computer. Jasper was a big sucker for attention, never wanting to be alone for long.
The Mastiff stopped, waiting for her to stop beside him. Heather put her hand on Jasper’s back. Seeming satisfied, the dog moved on, leading Heather through Allen’s unlit living room and kitchen.
The hair on the back of Heather’s neck stood on end as Jasper led her to Allen’s office where the door stood wide open.
Jasper moved ahead of her and stopped beside the desk. He looked down at the floor in front of him, then up at her, then back down. Heather moved into the room, noting that the only light in the room was coming from Allen’s computer.
Heather stopped beside Jasper, her eyes following his gaze. In that instant, as her eyes came to rest on Allen’s lifeless body laying in a pool of his own blood, Heather’s hand flew to her mouth. She didn’t know if she was going to scream, cry, or puke.