[uncledaddy]

[work in progress]




Blood everywhere! The walls, the curtains, the carpet, all spattered in red. Sarah drew a slow, ragged breath. All was quiet now. It was a miracle she had survived, but with the ritual complete, at last the vengeful spirit could rest--and so could she. The police would be arriving soon. She closed her eyes as she leaned weakly against the bloodstained wall.
Scratch, scratch, scrape.
Her eyes snapped open again just as a dark form was lurching its way across the floor toward her...

The credits began to roll and so did Devon's eyes as he turned off the TV. "Never send a woman to do a man's job," he scolded the fictional characters, easing himself out of his plush armchair. It was time for another drink. He padded across the living room, a long shadow following him in the dim light. What'll it be? he thought to himself as he stooped to take inventory. Every glass bottle seemed to have his name on it. He reached for one, then froze.
Scratch, scratch, scrape.
His heart gave a leap and he immediately rebuked it. Don't be stupid. You direct movies, you don't live in one!
Scratch, scratch, scrape.
"I'm gonna have to call that exterminator tomorrow," Devon muttered to himself. He got his drink and retired to the kitchen with it.
Scratch, scratch, scrape.
There it was again, a little louder now. He found himself glancing over his shoulder for signs of intrusion. No rats scuttling across the floor. They were probably in the walls... He had begun to settle his weight against the counter when he heard another sound: a loud thud coming from the second floor. Damn rats! What had been knocked over? With a groan he finished off his drink and headed for the stairs. The long shadow followed him, sliding over the carpet like a train of black satin.