4. Chapter Four
I woke up, my throat dry.
My nose was stuffed all night, again. My hand moved to grab a tissue. The box was empty, again. I sighed. Why did my allergies have to be so bad? I lay in bed, still not wanting to get up despite the impending sneeze. I felt the tingling grow stronger and realized that this was not going to be good. I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a huge wad of toilet paper, barely touching my nose with it before the sneeze. The catastrophe avoided, I felt the cold tile biting into my bare feet. I wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for at least another three hours, I was so tired. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest again though. Whenever I woke up, I woke up. My brain didn’t care if it was eleven o'clock pm, or if it was eleven o'clock am. I looked at the clock, the blinking green lights displaying the numbers 3:24. Well, it could have been worse, I thought. Then again, I thought, It could have been better. Still slightly groggy, I yawned, feeling my dry tongue trying to moisten the roof of my mouth and my cheeks. I tiptoed downstairs, not wanting to disturb anybody with my abnormal sleeping habits. I crept past the windows, not turning any lights on for the fear of waking anyone up. I opened the refrigerator, pulling out the water jug that we always kept full. I poured a large glassworth and placed it back in the fridge. I closed the large door, about to walk to the window and almost spit out all of the water that I had just been sloshing about in my mouth. Unable to contain it, and not wanting to spit all over the floor, I raced to the sink and spat all of the water out before hiding under some blankets and in between couches in the next room over. Holy cow. I just saw... something. It was gross and nasty and scary and- My thought was cut of by the sound of the back door opening. Holy Crap. The thing was coming through the backdoor! I stopped breathing, literally. I heard a slow and deliberate clicking moving through the kitchen. Now it was at the large doorway that led into the room I was in. My adrenaline spiked, and I struggled to keep still. It went past into the hallway, and I allowed myself to breathe again. Barely breathe, just soft deep breaths, but still enough to get needed oxygen to my lungs. Underneath the heaped green and orange sleeping bags and a huge white blanket I hoped what ever... thing that was here wouldn’t find me here. I felt myself shudder as I heard the clicks turn into light thuds as it began to walk, I’m assuming, up the stairs. I remembered my emergency pack, I hid it in the very corner that I was in! I tried to tunnel further back into the blankets without making much noise. I nearly shouted as I felt the flashlight from the pack dig into my ribs. I stifled a murmured ¨ouch¨ as I uncovered the whole pack, but froze when I heard the footsteps grow closer. I sat there, under the blankets, waiting for the sound of the footsteps to begin and move away. I was in a very uncomfortable position with my pack resting on the side of my neck and I finished sliding it on with a grunt. Oh crap. I just made a noise. I listened and only had to wait a second before I heard the footsteps again, and now they heading back downstairs, to me. I threw the blankets off and ran out of the open backdoor, aiming for the woods to the left of the backyard. I tripped on a hidden rock and sprawled to the ground, the weight of my backpack making the landing much harder than it usually would have been. I struggled back to my feet, sparing a second to glance over my shoulder. My stomach did a flip flop as I saw a giant spider like creature crash through the back window and start to sprint forward on its spindly legs. With my adrenaline spiked, my ankle no longer felt like it hurt. I sprinted for the woods and kept going until I saw the golden ring of sunrise encompass the horizon.