Write Now Writing Prompt April 25th
It could’ve been a scene taken from a badly scripted, cheesy horror flick.
She ran barefoot through the darkness. She could feel the thing behind her drawing closer, could hear the awful shuffling sounds it made. She knew without looking, that the gap between them was closing.
The small rocky overhang loomed on her right like it always did and she ducked gratefully inside, praying the darkness would hide her.
She panted, eyes wide for signs of movement, body tensed to flee.
Cue the shuffling sounds to slow and stop right outside her hiding spot.
The shuffling sounds filled the air, slowed, then stopped. She heard her name spoken and turned to see a face she hardly recognized. She already knew what she was about to see, but it was the familiarity of the voice that caught her off guard every damn time.
Despite the darkness, she saw the thing illuminated all too clearly. It’s face looked as though it were melting, the skin rotting and decayed, dark fluid oozing from the gaping wound at the left temple.
Next came her falling in a heap, just like the brainless twits that were always the first victims to go in a slasher movie. Why did she have to be one of those?
The strength left Addie’s legs and she slid to the ground in a boneless heap.
Boom. Right on time.
“Who are you? What are you?” she breathed, as she stared up at it.
But she knew the answer. She saw a healthier version of it when she looked into a mirror…
Addie woke with a start, her heart pounding. She glanced over at the clock and groaned. 12:28 am. Same time as usual. This was getting old.
Having a nightmare was bad enough but having one that happened every night, at the same time, and with the same outcome; well that just smacked of no originality. She was a bit put out with her psyche.
She growled and turned over. This was reason numero uno why her boyfriend didn’t stay the night with her anymore.
Because nothing screams sexy better than a chick screaming from a recurring nightmare.
9 hours later…
Addie’s day went to hell the moment her boyfriend and the wife he’d neglected to mention during the 8 months he’d dated Addie, were ushered into her office.
She now hated the entire male species.
She also planned to file a strongly worded petition with her Congressman as soon as she got home. More specifically, that all forms of relationship therapy should come with a hazard label.
Nothing too crazy, a small disclosure statement regarding the chances of the therapist suffering broken fingers resulting from punching someone’s face to a pulp should do nicely.
Addie realized she had neglected to get gas, but not before her car hiccupped and died, stranding her 10 miles outside of town.
The day was getting better by the moment.
She made a fervent wish that all men be rendered impotent immediately and without exception, as she fumbled the cell out of her purse.
Why did she have to break the middle finger? How was that considered to be even remotely fair?
Who could she call?
The business card that had been stuck to the back of her cell fluttered down into her lap. Addie picked it up and looked at it thoughtfully.
It was a long shot, but it was her only shot.
*Aaron Stimple. Her new neighbor and the reclusive hotshot contractor who’d bought the 80 acre swath of farm land that was rumored to be cursed and affectionately known as Hell’s Home by all the locals.
Rumors and curses aside, Stimple had been tearing into the countryside like it owed him money.
While he couldn’t help that he was born a man, the least he could do to make up for that inadequacy, was to be a good neighbor and give her a ride home.
Besides. He owed her big for all the sleep she’d lost to his army of bull dozers that rumbled down the only access road and past her window every morning at 6 am sharp.
“Mr. Stimple? I’m Addie. Your neighbor?
Yeah, I’m stuck and was wondering if you can help me…”
* Update. Aaron Stimple belongs to Forrest. My apologies to Forrest at Random Thoughts, for neglecting to put this note in during yesterday’s post. Sorry Forrest!
This is the beginning of a collaborative effort between he and I. We thought it might be fun to merge characters from the 2 separate stories we’d each been doing from the writing prompts found at Today’s Author. To read Aaron’s backstory, please visit Random Thoughts.