You are fighting for you life and appear to be losing. The creature reaches the forth step but your priority is the door and the dog behind it. You turn to face the door pushing it with your arms as you step back, you watch the dog’s snout. It snaps and snares but for a split second it disappears back outside, this is your chance. You throw your body against the door, the impact forces the air from your lungs. The door clicks and as you gasp for air you finally lower your arms and for a moment you relax.
A thump behind you, you turn to see the creature has placed its left foot on the floor. Its right foot slowly rising disturbingly not wavering at all. For a moment you unconsciously drop your backpack and pull out the crowbar, its almost as if someone else is controlling your body. You raise the crowbar and the creature steps forward, its empty hallow eyes drawing you in. Its arms start to raise the fingers still unmoving, you ready yourself feeling you have only one chance. Trying to stay steady you find you are still slightly shaking, the creatures hands are inches from you now.
The muscles in your arms tense and you swing straining to put all the strength you have into it. The crowbar impacts the creature in its side, a nauseating sound of cracking bone and the squishing of rotten flesh. Your grip is loosened from the impact and the crowbar slides from your hands as the creature begins to tip and fall over. For a moment you think you’ve did it, you think you’ve won. As the creature falls its head twists the flesh on its neck straining and splitting, its twisted visage sends a chill down your spine.
As if in slow motion the creature’s body crashes into the floor the crowbar still protruding from its torso. For a moment you wait but you snap back to your senses and hurriedly pick up your backpack and flashlight. You consider for a second retrieving your crowbar after all you are now weaponless but you want to be done with this house and everything in it. Faced with another possible life ending decision you look toward the stairs, the hallway that leads to the kitchen or the side room that you remember has the crow behind the door.
The kitchen seems like the best place to go at the moment perhaps you can find a knife there. You look down at the creature surprised to find it looking back up at you. It is slowly but surely attempting to get back to its feet, you urgently move around it toward the kitchen. On your right you pass the room where you first looked into the house, you ignore it. On your left you pass a door, you stop a moment and wonder if it leads to the basement or if it is simply a closet. Movement behind you abruptly interrupts your curiosity and you rush into the kitchen.
The small cone of vision that the light affords you shows you nothing but empty counter tops and cabinets. You begin to throw up the drawers and when even the last one turns out to be empty you curse and stamp your foot and it explodes in pain. You cry out in pain, with all that has happened recently the adrenaline must have covered up the pain. Bending down to touch your ankle you are now at a crossroads, you can die huddled on the floor of the kitchen nursing your ankle or you can fight.
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