AOTW #5- Horror, -Leni,
- "Scared Straight", an idiom meaning to frighten someone to such a degree that there is significant improvement in their behavior.
- Or, in my case, to replace freedom with obedience. Nevertheless I never pictured this situation. Usually, I'm under the beds of children, a dark figure standing outside windows of a rowdy teenage party. This case was different. A full grown adult sitting in their lounge, with the brightest blue eyes.
- Normally, I'd deny these requests.They usually consisted of petty fights and college pranks. I'd do the occasional cheater or pedo, but scaring an adult is less effective than children.This was different.
- Money talks, and this was a whole damn opera.
- The latch on the window was open, as if waiting for me. My instructions were clear, go in, move some things, get out. Do. Not. Get. Caught.
- I wasn't sure what was so scary about this man until my fourth night, when the windows were latched shut... after I'd entered the house.
- The furniture was rearranged, not in the way that I'd done it last week. On the table was a torn piece of parchment paper with the words 'You'll regret this' written in a bold font.
- This was not the first time this had happened.
- Four years ago I'd had some twenty-year-olds try to play a prank on me. I was 17 at the time. They'd left me a note on the counter with the word "Run", in what was probably raspberry juice. They had their doors locked, but unfortunately for them, they'd have to get a new door lock. I'd learnt my lesson then, so on repeat houses, I'd take a spare key.
- That was my plan, until the keys wouldn't turn.
- I tried to keep my composure as I looked for a way out. I was never one for property damage, but a non-ventilated house in mid winter with a maroon patterned wallpaper and dim lights became more eerie by the second. That's when I heard a thud from down the hallway, the scratch of a record player as a song started playing. I knew this one. I'd put it on when he wasn't home on week 2. So cliche.. but even as my mind protested, a shiver crawled up my spine.
- There was no turning back as I made my way toward the kitchen. I knew where this man kept his "master chef" array of knives. I now understand why they wanted me to move things. The house was laid out in a particular manner, and white outlines drew around the correct spot for all of the household items, almost like a crime scene. I'd only barely noticed it in the last few weeks.
- As I opened the draw and took out the leather case. All the knives had been blunted down to near-nothing. A poor choice on his part, blunt knives are more painful, but it got the message across. He was expecting this; and that was terrifying.
- My heart began to race as I made my way back to the living room. There had to be another way to leave.
- At that moment, I should have smashed the window and ran. I should have taken to the poorly decorated bathroom and crawled out the small window above the toilet. I should have rammed the front door down. Instead, I stood paralyzed as the music began to grow and multiply in my ears like a parasite. The sensation of fear wormed its way through my limbs, restraining me. His shadow cavorted back and forth down the hall. That was before it disappeared.
- I threw the knife in front of me as a wave of adrenaline hit, swinging it around viciously.I was far too late as the cold pang of silver hit my head, and the last thing I saw were his virile blue eyes.
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