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Bump In the Night

This week's prompt for Sunday Scribblings is "bump in the night." Here is my story... and it's true!

Julie's husband played in a rock n' roll band so she was used to him being out late for gigs. She didn't mind being home alone at night, she enjoyed the quiet time to read and write and watch the kind of movies that he wouldn't watch with her when he was home. They lived ten miles out in the country on a lonely stretch of highway that didn't see much traffic. A single yard light cast shadows in the darkness, providing only enough visibility to see a few feet near the driveway and backdoor. It's pale glow gave the trees and outbuildings an eerie feel.

On this particular night in late October, Julie had just finished cleaning the house and mopping floors. She settled comfortably on the sofa, a glass of cold milk and a plate of warm brownies close at hand, and opened the book she was currently reading. Her cats curled up around her, purring contentedly. Down the hallway she could hear the clothes dryer softly rumbling as it tumbled a load of laundry. She didn't have the tv on tonight, she didn't need it for noise in the room as some people did. Julie loved the quiet. The house was dark except for the table lamp she read by and a small nightlight in the kitchen. She was frugal about things like utilities and didn't light the house up just because she was alone. She'd never had cause to be afraid there even if the nearest neighbor was over a mile away.

Julie was deep into the story, reading chapter after chapter - always telling herself "just one more before I head off to bed". It didn't matter how late she stayed up reading, her husband would come home later still and tomorrow was Sunday, a good day for sleeping in. She was starting to get drowzy, and her eyelids were getting heavy. She nearly nodded off, but was brought abruptly to attention by the sound of a dull heavy THUMP against the side of the house... and then another even closer to where she sat! Startled, adrenalin begin rushing thru her veins. The cats' ears and tails stood straight up as they rapidly abandoned her and headed for safety under the bed.

A sliding patio door was centered on the west wall of the living room, and although it was locked Julie knew that it would take little effort for someone to shatter the glass. No one ever used that entrance for visiting; there was no sidewalk leading up to it, just a yard full of prickly weeds. If someone was lurking out there it couldn't be for any good reason.

The thumping against the wall grew louder as it came closer and closer to the door. Julie's heart was pounding in her ears as she set her book down and arose slowly from the sofa. Who was out there beating on the wall... and why? Did whoever it was know she was home alone?

There were no weapons in the house. A product of the 60's, Julie hated guns. But now, rapidly becoming terrified and realizing that she was defenseless against intruders, Julie was questioning the wisdom of that stance. Quietly she slipped across the room and put her back against the wall, fully expecting the glass door to implode at any moment.

When she couldn't bear the suspense one moment longer, she inched along the wall until she was standing next to the door. Reaching up, she flipped the porch light switch with one hand and grasped a corner of of the curtain with the other. Wild-eyed and shaking with fear, she jerked back the curtain, preparing to confront whoever was lurking there. And there he stood, staring straight back at her with a head twice the size of of any normal man... a hairy beast with massive shoulders, piercing eyes, and and saliva dripping from his mouth.

As Julie and the beast came face to face she collapsed on the floor, overcome with laughter and relief. There before her stood her father-in-law's massive bull, El Diablo, thumping the house as he rubbed his hairy head against it. Once again he had managed to escape the confines of his pen and had wandered over to pay a visit, scaring the hell out of Julie in the process.

She called her father-in-law. Roaring with laughter, he apologized and said he'd round up a couple helpers and come down to get the bull. Julie assured him that any future nocturnal visits from El Diablo would most definitely result in his conversion to prime grade Black Angus steaks for her freezer.

Upon further inspection the next morning, Julie and her husband discovered that El Diablo had not only roughed up the siding on the house and trampled their rural mailbox, he had also decided to take a large bite out of their big post-mounted satellite receiver dish, rendering it inoperable. You can imagine how much fun Julie had explaining that to the service rep when she called to obtain another! :-)

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24 comments:

  1. I loved this - so real. I used to scare myself to death when I babysat late at night only to find out it was something perfectly normal...though I don't think having a bull come to visit is exactly normal LOL

    ...and thank for including me on your blogroll :)

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  2. I enjoyed this. Your build up of tension kept me reading to the end. There is something about being at home alone in the dark that makes everything so much scarier.

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  3. Chuckles....can't imagine what she would have gone through before she discovered. Scary for me :)

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  4. I love your writing. El Diablo, what an appropriate name for a big black Angus bull.

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  5. Love it! You really have talent you know...

    Hugs. :)

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  6. OMG i have already been so tensed and this just made me twitch under my soul!

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  7. This was very well written Sophie. I am often alone in the country and am usually not too worried but if that had happened to me I don't know if I would have been brave enough to actually confront the "scary monster".

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  8. Sophie, that is pure brilliance. I was definitely scared. Loved all the asides -- child of the 60s, etc. It all added so much to the story. BRAVO!

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  9. Julie reads the same way I do. It's why I don't get nearly enough sleep LOL.

    That bull would have scared the pants off of me - great writing Sophie!

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  10. I loved the slow, steady pace of the story and gradual buildup of suspense. Great job.

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  11. gotta love this one. brave girl. most of us would be hiding or running out the front door. cute story, well written and fun to read. nice writing

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  12. You had me on the edge, then I was pushed over into laughter. Thanks!

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  13. I kept on anticipating the wrong thing! Then at the end it was much worse for me than it would have been for you. At least you knew "El Diablo." A great read.

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  14. Woo - got me going there - especially the bit at the beginning... this is a true story...

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  15. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't have a gun. You'd have been eating pretty right from the get-go!

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  16. My heart was pounding before I got to the part of what was really out there. This was a great post!

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  17. I'm glad that had a happy ending. I don't like scary stories!

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  18. You had me going there! I love the comedic ending!

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  19. Yes, "S", this story is absolutely real... I should know because I was there! :-)

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  20. I'm delighted that you all enjoyed this story, I had fun writing it! Every once in awhile I feel inspired. :-)

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  21. One of the best short stories I have ever read...so suspenseful. But I loved that the story had a happy ending!

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