Penny lifted her head and sniffed the air! She stood up and growled, then whimpered. Jane closed the door and came back inside.”Hey, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere without you. Penny stood rigid, staring at the closed-door.
“You want to go for a walk? Come on the, let’s get your leash, don’t want you to get lost do we?”
Usually when the W A L K word was mentioned Penny barked, excited to be outside. Today that word terrified her, she hid under the bed.
“OK, I guess that’s a no!”
Jane poured another glass of wine and walked to the window. The view was hypnotic. Maybe I should have become a painter, or photographer. She thought to herself. Tired and frustrated she sat in front of her computer again.
The lake was still and deep, she wrote, a single canoe was moored by a boat house. The night was silent. Somewhere, deep in the forest, evil waited. It wouldn’t have to wait long.
The words began to flow, so engrossed was she in her writing that she never heard Penny’s pathetic whining as the dog cowered beneath the bed.
An hour passed before Jane came up for air. She’d written almost a full chapter. Yes, we have liftoff!
Pleased with herself, she stood up and stretched, her creative juices flowing. All is not lost!
“Penny come on, let’s get some fresh air, you need to pee.”
Penny whimpered and backed further under the bed. She could smell danger and wanted no part of it!
“Penny what’s wrong with you?” Jane asked as she grabbed a dog treat and crouched down to coax her companion from the shadows. Dogs can be smart at times, but not when there are treats involved. Penny scuttled forward, licking her lips in anticipation. As her mouth closed on the treat, Jane grabbed her.
With Penny tightly secured under her arm, she headed to the front door. Penny wriggled and whimpered, but Jane held her tight.
“Look, nothing out here to be scared of, it’s a beautiful night.”
She placed the dog on the porch, “Now go do what you have to do, its cold.” Penny walked back inside and poured another glass of wine, pleased with herself. Her head was full of words and evil images. She was inspired.
The cold air worked on the dogs bladder. She ran down the porch steps and sniffed until she found a place to pee. She looked into the darkness with wide eyes. Something bad was lurking, she felt it. The scent was strong, Penny whimpered, but not for long.
A huge six-fingered hand grabbed her belly, a second-hand grabbed her head. She didn’t feel the teeth sink into her back. The quick twist of hands broke her neck in seconds.
When Jane walked back onto the porch she couldn’t see her dog, but she could hear her, or so she thought.
“Penny! Penny come on, its cold out here. Don’t stray. Where are you?”
Great, just when I’m inspired!
Grabbing a flashlight from the table by the door, she pointed the beam into the darkness, towards the sound.
What she heard was the sort of sound Penny made when she ate wet dog food. Oh god, she’s found a dead animal.
“Penny, put it down! Penny! Oh my god!”
The strong beam rested on a horrendously disfigured face. A pair of huge deformed hands held the remains of her pet. Blood dripped from the creature’s chin. Penny’s blood!
The grin grew wider as it took another bite before dropping the remains to the ground. He looked at Jane and sniffed. She’s woken a different type of hunger inside him. One he hadn’t felt before!