Once when I was a little girl and I was afraid of the dark, I crawled into bed with my mommy and daddy. I was in between my mommy and the wall (because the bed was scooted up to the wall), and my mommy had vacuumed that day (it was a canister sweeper), and she had put it in front of the closet door and just leaned the handle, up against the door. And so I woke up, and I was sweatin’ because it was hot, it was in the summer time, and I woke up because I was hot and I was movin’ around, and all the sudden I heard something at the foot of the bed.
I could hear it scootin’ on the carpet, and it popped up at the foot of the bed, or at least I thought it did, and I remember pullin’ my feet up and curlin’ up into a ball as best I could, and it scooted and it would raise up as if it were looking to see if anybody could see it, and it went around the side of the bed where daddy was and it raised up right beside of Daddy, and I remember pullin the covers up just slowly and trying to be real still so it wouldn’t see me awake, and it went down and it dipped down and it raised up again, and I thought, “Maybe that’s just Daddy movin’ his legs. Maybe that’s just the blanket and that’s his knee,” you know? And just when I thought I had myself convinced of it, it hit that canister and the handle slid a little bit. I remember thinking, you know, “Oh my gosh! It’s really there!” and I laid there awake for the longest time, but once it hit that handle, I didn’t hear it anymore. It’s as if it went away after it hit that handle, like, “Oops, I’ve woke ‘em up” or something, and I didn’t hear it anymore.
I never knew what it was, I didn’t see it. I saw a shadow, because we had the porch light on, and it shined through the bedroom window. We had two bedroom windows, and the one bedroom window faced the porch and the one faced the yard and the driveway, and there was the porch light on, so it wasn’t pitch-black, so yeah, I did see a shadow. It was a black shadow, and it raised up at the foot of the bed and dipped down and you could hear it scoot on that carpet and scoot on that carpet.
I did. Creepy.
A story from my mother, Krista.
My grandmother promptly backed it up, saying, “Believe me, she had to sleep with me for a month afterward.”
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I’m very sorry for being like, “AWW YISS GUESS WHAT’S BACK? Not this, here’s another page an a few more months’ wait.” I can’t really excuse it other than by saying “this summer has just drained every bit of life in me,” so I guess I’ll stick with that. Feel free to beat me in the face for it.
And as always, feel free to shot me some feedback. There’s some links up top for both, and you’ll also find some other goodies up there if you’re so inclined.
Oh and I do love verbal feedback yay
So I did this, right…
The Rake “comic” has finally begun!
I hesitate to tell everyone so soon, considering only the first page is up so far, so bear with me on this. I’ll see if I can update at least once a week, though maybe twice, who knows.
The blog I’m hosting it on is still undergoing construction and whatsuch, so just let me know how you feel about things, and I’ll tweak it if there’s some big problems.
Also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know how you feel about the style, etc, ESPECIALLY when it comes to the font, because 3.5 Garamond bold isn’t sitting as well with me as it could be.
Otherwise… huzzah! I hope y-… eh… I hope it’s decent!
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They come to her from places she has never been. She knows not why they come and disturb her home. But these weak creatures come to her without warning. They walk in unwelcomed and uninvited. She does not mind. She knows her home better than they can imagine, and when the weak ones rest she will welcome them.
The weak ones do not suspect what lurks below their feet as they walk through the cabin, what watches from behind the walls as they settle in for their weekend getaway. They think they are alone as they walk through her home. She hisses in anticipation of the fun they will have tonight. She does not depart from the safety of the walls often, so she will make this night memorable. She must prepare. And to prepare she must ignore her guests for the moment and make her way under the cabin to the spot that is all her own.
Her friends are under the cabin. For some reason visitors come more often when everything gets cold. She doesn’t mind. She enjoys sharing heat with her friends. From each group that visits she chooses a favorite, and she brings her favorites with her to her spot. She wants them to stay with her and share, but eventually they quit moving and become cold and she must find more favorites. The more visitors she has to her home, the more favorites she can keep with her. It can be so lonely in her home.
She grabs her favorite sharp-thing taken from her last guests. She used to use her teeth and nails, but she discovered recently that some of the objects she takes from her guests make her time with them much more enjoyable. She touches her favorites to make sure they haven’t stopped moving. A few don’t respond to her touch, but they are not yet cold so she will keep them a while longer. Some attempt to scream, but she learned long ago that this can be avoided simply with a cloth tied around their mouth. She hates to get rid of a favorite simply because they won’t allow her to sleep. Others struggle against their restraints. They have not learned. She will use her shiny sharp-thing to teach them. Just as she will use it later to welcome her new guests. She shivers in anticipation of the fun they will have together.
As she rejoins her guests, she grows confused by behavior she has not experienced before. They bow their heads and speak to a man they call “father.” She does not understand why anyone would want to honor a man by that title. She remembers her father. She remembers the day she walked the floors of the cabin proper and did not stalk behind its walls. She remembers as her father made the woman she called mother and the girl she called sister go lifeless and cold. She remembers the fright and the rage she felt as she thought he was going to turn on her, how she jumped on him while his back was turned and how she finally made him go lifeless and cold. She would not give these guests a chance to make her feel the way her father made her feel.
As they finish up their talk with their father, she picks her favorite and waits for night to fall.
She crawls from her hiding place as the last lights go from her home. One by one she crawls into the rooms of her guests. She revels in their fright as one by one she feels them go limp. They will be no threat to her. Finally she approaches the room of her favorite. She has found that if she uses her favorite sharp-thing her favorites rarely struggle. She employs this as she binds and gags her newest favorite, happy with how warm he feels and excited to show him the spot that is hers. She will introduce him to her other favorites as she waits for more guests to visit.
^ FOLLOW THIS BEAUTIFUL MANWIZARD.
