Janice stuck an elbow into George, causing him to jump.
“George’s it’s doing it again,” she hissed. “Can you hear it?”
He groaned, turning over, and, mumbled, “I wish you’d take a
damn sleeping pill.”
“George! I’m serious; this is the third night now. Listen!”
The dark bedroom filled with silence until a creak was heard,
followed by a thump.
“Did you hear it?” Janice whispered.
“Yes, but it could be anything; the fence in the wind, a
tree branch swaying. Honestly Janice, go back to sleep.”
Janice lay in the dark listening. She knew it wasn’t the
fence; she’d checked it yesterday, and there were no trees close enough. There
was a telegraph pole, but she couldn’t imagine how it could make that sound. It
was like something – or someone – was taking giant, deliberate steps.
She started to count between the sounds, but they were so
rhythmic they lulled her into sleep.
In her dream she could feel someone pull at her. She tried
to move away, but her ankle was caught. She was worried because there was a storm
coming, she was sure of it; the sky had gone a funny shade of green. Then there
was a gargling sound. It was really nasty; she could feel it in her throat, but
yet she had no trouble swallowing. Then she was yanked again, and something was
brushing her arm.
Her eyes flew open, and she grabbed George’s hand, which was
flailing in front of her. As she did so, she saw the other one pulling at
something round his throat – and the gagging sound was coming from him.
In the lightless room her eyes made out something dark and
fuzzy covering the bed. Then another tug on her ankle made her stretch up
behind her and flick on the light.
The sight it beheld made her scream; Ivy covered the bed, its
vines spiralling round her legs and travelling up towards her. As they pulled
tight she knew she’d be garrotted like her husband - and there was nothing she
could do about it.
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For a non vegetation related writer this is great :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, came out better than I thought it would.
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