Short Stories 1

The Burglar

What was that? That query travelled through my brain as I quickly sat up in my bed, wondering what kind of noise that was. As I gradually came back to my senses, it struck again, this time taking longer to subside. My eyes widened as I racked my head, but no memory of such a sound came. I had to investigate, otherwise I’d never know. It sounded like a combination of long sharp fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard violently and a monkey’s screams as if it was being boiled alive in a vat. All in all, dreadful and frightening.

I gingerly got off the bed, and placed my feet slowly onto the plush carpeted floor, feeling the warmth through the dense ruggedness of fur. I fumbled around for a few minutes in the dark looking for the lamp switch. After turning it on, I slowly tiptoed towards the door. The sound was still blaring as I walked out of the bedroom and looked at a dark hallway , trying to make out the surroundings. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I slowly walked towards the direction of the sound.It seemed to be coming from downstairs.

As I peered over the balconied bannister of the brogue railing installed just a little while ago, I could make out the light was on in the room directly below the bedroom. This could only be the kitchen. My best guess was that the sound was coming from here. Now as the only living soul in the house…