My Thirst
I woke up at 2 A.M. because of a thirst. My wife, Kate, was peacefully sleeping nearby. I carefully stood up, took my glasses, trying not to disturb her and went to kitchen.
Car headlights were seen on the streets. The refrigerator was broken again, with water all over. I drank some water from the sink and turned back, I could not wait to get some sleep before my hard-working day tomorrow.
Then I felt it. I am not exactly sure what happened or changed. I didn't see anything in particular, but something was noted in the corner of my eye, heard by my inner ear or both, I don’t know!
Well, I do know that it succeeded in creeping me out. So I turned the lights on and looked everywhere. Zero success. Everything was as usual. Unable to find the reason behind my confusion, I turned the lights off and went back to the bedroom.
The previously small rain was getting stronger. I tried to sleep, but it was not easy. That sense of creepiness has not left me. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I became afraid. My brain was analyzing the picture of the kitchen again and again, searching for the reason behind that feeling. Lying in bed like I was six years old, I watched in the shadows, unable to make out objects.
My glasses were nearby, but I was too afraid of what I would see if I would put them on. I listened as carefully as possible, trying to detect anything. Heavy tears of rain were the only sound I heard. After two hours of the torture, I could not bear it anymore. I stood up.
"Is something wrong, honey?" Kate asked.
"Everything is ok, Katie. Sleep." She put her face on the pillow and continued to fly in her childish dreams.
I put my glasses on and walked into kitchen. The dark hallway leading there made my body fill with dread. I hadn't felt like this since I was a kid. It was my apartment and I was a grown man! I turned the lights on again and saw nothing. I sat down on a chair and looked around. Panic was growing inside me. I wished the monster would come out and kill me already.
I went to the bathroom, toilet, and guest room; I checked everything and everywhere. I felt being watched at with hateful sight, even with lights turn on in the whole apartment. I never was an imaginative person, I leave that to Kate, but that night, my imagination was working on full capacity.
Noises felt so natural during the day, but the absence of known sounds in the night's silence made me mad. However, the clocks were still beating and ticking, freaking me out because they sounded like the footsteps.
Whispers, crying, oh I’ve heard a lot of things born out of my brain. My paranoia got the best of me. I was just sitting down, awaiting for whatever monster could come for me.
While I was searching, I must have awakened my wife. She came in and, with a questioning look on her face, asked me:
"What’s going on?"
"I’ve been feeling something strange in the kitchen…"
"Ah, I see… Don’t worry, it must be the Williams’s cat. Stupid thing died while traveling through vents. Mary has called the tech service to get it out of there."
"Hmm, yeah, I’ll guess… How silly of me."
"Everything is alright. Don’t worry, father."
"Ok, Katie. Let’s go back to bed. But please, don't call me that, I told you."
She just smiled. As we went to the bedroom, I got more tranquil. I was lying in the bed, almost asleep. And still... Something was not right.
Our refrigerator was not broken.
Credited to Monphat
Originally uploaded on August 9, 2012
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