Horror Story Part 15

There is little chance of escape, not with that dog outside. You can’t see a way of stopping it, only possibly outrunning it and now even that seems out of reach. Standing you begin to wonder if surviving this at all is possible, is stopping that thing in the hall possible let alone realistic? You move to the door in the kitchen and pull the drapes aside, as you assumed the fog prevents any real vision. Just as you are about to release the shades you see something move. You turn and look again but whatever it was slipped back into the fog.

You know it’s the dog, is it getting desperate having been teased with your body twice now? You check the two windows in the kitchen and as with the rest on the first floor, they are all boarded over. The only glass that isn’t is the upper top of the backdoor in the kitchen but you assure yourself it’s too high and small for the dog to reach. You think about tricking the dog, perhaps opening the back door, letting it rush and quickly slipping out and closing the door behind it. You move back to the window and brush aside the drapes.

The dog is sitting there now, just about the same spot it did when you first found it. You swallow trying to build up the courage to try the plan but you can’t stop your hand from shaking to get a grip on the door handle. The dogs head tilts as if studying you, it adjusts its weight on its back legs. You step back from the door; it might be better to now tease the dog anymore. You move back toward the hallway your ankle keeping you at a slow pace, you find the creature is nearly so its feet. The crowbar is still jutting out of its side, the creature as if sensing your presence locks onto you with its dead stare.

From the kitchen you hear breaking glass, you turn and see small shards of glass falling away from the door, the drapes bellowing. The dog was very likely going to find its way into the house sooner then later and trying to get back upstairs to reattempt your earlier exit doesn’t seem like an option. The creature turns its head toward the sound of the broken glass. You look to the only door between you and the creature that you haven’t opened.

With nothing to lose you step forward to the door and open it. Dust and foul air pours out and overcomes you, you cough and close your eyes. You wave a hand before you face to clear the air, the doorway leads into darkness, your flashlight displays that it is indeed a basement. For the second time you hear glass breaking behind you, it sounds heavier this time and there is no way to tell how much longer it will hold out. You know that descending into the basement might seal your fate but you’d rather live that much longer to try to fight then be faced with the dog once it gets inside.

You give one last quick glance at the creature as it twists its body and stands tall once more. Stepping onto the top of the stairs leading down you close the door behind you. For a moment you think back to before you left your house, did you ever for a second think it would end up like this?