“What a lousy day..” I sigh as I shut the door to my shrew apartment. It was merely 8:40pm but it felt far later than that, probably just the stress from the day weighing heavy upon me. “This new position at work has really got me worn out” I say out loud to myself knowing that I lived alone and no one but myself could hear me, which is probably a good thing due to the unfathomably things I say sometimes, I’m still surprised people still communicate with me. Saying things that make sense has never really been one of my strong points. In continuation, I set my stuff down upon the table directly inside the door, I then reach for the door lock and make sure it’s securely tightened so that I don’t have to worry about it before I go to sleep. I then walk further into my measly residence desperately in need of something to eat. As I scan the shelves of my dimly light refrigerator I groan in pain from my back being entirely bent out of shape “I really should invest in a back brace” I sigh under my breath. After perusing the meager amount of foodstuffs that inhabit my fridge I finally decide upon some leftover turkey “was this from last night or like three weeks ago? I don’t remember.” I say enthusiastically as I besiege my microwave with a considerable amount of turkey-leftovers. My laziness combined with the desperate need of sleep causes me to hit a jumble of buttons on my microwave and instead of a minute it ends up being ten, which usually wouldn't be a problem because my internal clock combined with the smells of the food would usually cause me to stop the microwave before anything harsh could happen. Well, this wasn't like any other night, any common night I should say. Stepping back from the microwave I decided to grab some utensils and maybe a condiment to mask the dull taste of the mundane turkey. I got out some barbecue sauce and placed it upon the counter. “No need to use the table since I’m all alone..” I spoke again out loud. As if almost instantaneously as my mouth closed and the last utterance of coherent speech left my lips. I heard something shift in the living room, now it wasn't a loud noise. It was if someone had slightly bumped an end table while they we’re walking towards my kitchen. Needless to say, being someone who lived alone, I instantly began to worry. I grabbed the nearest thing I considered a weapon, a large kitchen knife, if I had to describe it; it was about the length of a drumstick but incredibly sharp with a handmade wooden handle. My father use to make these when I was a kid; this was my graduation present from college, cheap bastard. Adorning the knife in my right hand and using the flashlight on my iPhone I began my pursuit of the noise. Slowly sliding my way outwards from the kitchen I began to pan ever so slightly into the next room, as the light hit the wall of the back of the room and I saw no threat I began to further my search into the connecting rooms. “Living room, check, dining room, check, office, check” I systematically whisper to myself. After thoroughly searching both rooms I lowered my weapon and decided to check the lock on the door. Grabbing the door handle and twisting it vigorously sends the point home that my home is locked, my castle secure. Sighing in relief I begin to make my way back to the kitchen only to burst into a sprint when I smell the turkey in the microwave borderline going atomic. As I bust through the doorway into the kitchen I hear the glass tray in the microwave hopping around, the force of the turkey exploding from within is shaking the device violently. Stopping the microwave and throwing the door open was probably the biggest mistake of my entire life. I’ll try and document this in chronological order from me opening the door to the microwave to the end of this unforgiving night. The second the door opened, it felt as though all of the air in the apartment began to slowly be sucked out, I could feel the goosebumps forming on my skin from the air around me being gently wicked away leaving nothing but a trace of frozen breath. Instantly I felt my skin and spine tense up, shrugging it off I grabbed a hot pad and pulled the plate out of the microwave, I decided to leave the door to the microwave open to let it cool down. Making my way to the other side of my kitchen to wash the plate and dispose of the radiated turkey, I noticed the carpet under the sink was misplaced slightly. I assumed that in my rush into the kitchen I skidded the corner and thought nothing of it. “So fucking hungry but this turkey is definitely not worth my time.” I say to myself as I scraped the nearly blackened turkey into the trash. I begin to wash my plate in the sink; I couldn't afford the luxury of a dish washer. Something to note, there’s a window directly above my sink that I frequently look out of in the mornings to watch the birds eat from the bird feeders that I had placed specifically for this reason. I frequently get lost in thought as I wash dishes; it’s kind of like my happy place. Tonight was no exception, as I was washing the plate as well as the dishes from the morning I began to feel a strange tingling sensation starting in the back of my neck and then working its way around to my forehead. It felt similar to how it feels when a body part is asleep, this made me slightly uncomfortable and I tried to shrug it off the best I could before it became unbearable. Halfway through washing a spoon I got frustrated, laying my hands against the front of the sink closest to my body I looked up and out of the window. That’s when I met eye contact with.. It? Staring back at me was what appeared to be a man’s body clothed in a trench coat with an appendage extruding from where his head should be, it was like giant corpulent tube extending up and above my window with nothing but this head surrounded in fleshy mandibles hanging in front of the glass quizzically looking through the aperture; staring directly into my own eyes with it’s one large and unwavering eye. It blinks and twists its, well I assume its head at me. The pure shock of looking into the face of a creature unbeknownst to me causes me to lose control of my hands and I dropped the spoon into the sink causing a loud clang. The beast reacted in a way I could only define as insulting a quadriplegic on his running form. It recoiled in pure hatred and before I could even blink it had jumped over the fence on the far side of my property and began to scurry into the underbrush. I live in a small town, but I don’t have any direct neighbors. I don’t have many friends but I did have a sister a town over. I grabbed my rifle and quickly sped over to her house hoping that my night won’t get any worse. That was five years ago to this day, I had almost forgotten about the event until I went to move and found the spoon hiding between the sink and the window. I’m sure someone else had to have seen that.. Creature? Right? I guess I’ll never know.
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