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Hope opened her eyes slowly, taking in the faint sunlight coming from the uncovered window of her room. She got up slowly, gingerly getting to her feet. She approached the window and stared at the morning sky, watching as the sun's bright rays streaked across the grey cloudy sky. Extending its light like a mother's arms reaching for her child. Hope peered at the hillside, dark and still, baren trees stood outlined against the gradually brightening sky.

She placed her finger tips gently on the locks of the window and pulled until they clicked. Slowly, she slid the window open, a slight breeze blew in, catching and playing with her dark hair. The cool morning air felt refreshing as it softly caressed her face, slowly mixing with the musky air of the old house. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the world around her. But to her confusion, she heard nothing. Just the breeze, faintly whistling through the trees. No birds or cars running along the not so distant highway, for it was what she heard every morning. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened more. Slowly the silence unnerved her, making her anxious and uncomfortable.

The sudden pounding of feet hitting the ground heavily awoke Hope from her quiet, nervous state.

"Ah!", she gasped softly out of surprise.

She opened her eyes just in time to see a dark figure fade into the brush that encircled the back yard. Her eyes darted quickly, like that of a frightened animal. In a rush, she slammed the window shut. The slam echoed throughout the whole house and around it. From the trees, crows threw themselves to the sky, flying away in fear and cawing loudly.

She backed away from the window as she clicked the locks closed and hurriedly pulled the crimson colored drapes together. Breathing loudly, she sat down on her bed, keeping her eyes on the window.

"What the hell?", she whispered to herself faintly, as she stood up once more.


It lurked quietly, peering at the house, focusing its sight on the window. On large hand-like paws and muscular legs, it drew itself closer. The sunlight shined down on its back, making the course brown hair along its body glisten as it blew in the gentle breeze. Its pupils narrowed on the window, as it ever so slowly crept closer, it passed the brush and headed toward its destination.


Hope pulled her shirt over her head and tugged it slightly down over her pants. Still keeping her eyes on the window, she saw a shadow emerge, placing its hands on the window sill outside. She gasped and backed away toward the doorway, knowing that she needed a weapon and to get out of there. The shadow pressed its hands on the middle of the window, causing the glass to make sharp cracking noises. Hope ran out of the room as fast as she could, slamming the door shut. She ran down the hallway, heading for the kitchen.

Crack! Glass broke and shattered onto the wooden floor. Thud, thud! Two sets of feet it the ground, one right after the other.

Two people?, Hope questioned to herself as she ran into the kitchen and pulled open a drawer.

Bam, bam! The creature was pounding and scratching at her bedroom door.

In a rush, she pulled out a pistol, dropping it on the floor due to shaking hands. Its clatter rang in her ears as it merged with the pounding.

In a loud bang and thud, The door became unhinged and hit the floor.

She lunged for the gun and grabbed the biggest she could find knife. She ran to the kitchen door and closed it. She leaned up against the door and braced herself, expecting it to be hit full force by the intruders. Alas, nothing. Not a sound, bang, or scratch. Nothing. She slowed her breathing and stopped it all together. She listened intently for any sound to clue her to where they were.

BAM! Thud, thud, thud!

Hope snapped her head upwards, in the direction of the noises; the roof. A confused expression came over her face. She followed its sound, leading her gaze right to the kitchen window.

Crack! A large dark hand, laced with sharp claws reached over the window and latched onto the side of the house. Her eyes widened, in shock and confusion as she came to the grim realization that this was no person.

Her heart began racing, she fumbled with the doorknob and burst through the open door, slamming it hard and looking for a place to hide next. Her eyes locked onto her car keys.

Crack! Bam! Glass could be heard shattering over the kitchen floor.

She ran and grabbed her keys, turning around and watching as a large mass of dark fur lunged through the kitchen door, its forearms hitting and cracking the hallway wall.

Hope's brown eyes caught the creature's yellow ones. Its body was large and muscular, with four strong legs, the front slightly shorter than the back. Each paw connected to four or five dagger-like claws. Its canine-like face parted, giving view to a horrendous mouth, riddled with jagged fangs that shined with saliva.

Hope trembled and slowly rasied the pistol.

Its wide pupils narrowed to slits of black that focused on Hope. It let out a soft snarl and faced her, arching its back and tensing its body.

She pulled the trigger as it leaped at her. "Raaaaiihh!", the creature shrieked and fell to the ground from midair with a loud thud. It stared up at her with lifeless, cold eyes. Blood slowly trickled from its forehead.

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