The Stray

Hi, I'm Daniel.

I am twenty-nine years old, thirty on March second if you wanted to get in to detail.

I come from a partially wealthy family.

I live with my wife, Lily.

She has a job at the library on the high street.

She enjoys her job, its full time on Mondays though.

On other days its four until seven.

She would usually come home and babble about catching couples kissing in the back rooms, or people shouting while students were trying to learn.

But some days she would walk through our door and instantly chatter about watching the children play in the kids soft toy section or, watching them lean how to read.

She loved hearing them fumble over words and long sentences.

She would rejoice among them once they read a full book.

It was safe to say my wife adored children.

I am now sitting on my kitchen table.

Desperately calling everyone I know for help.

But no-will answer.

Some back story is necessary.

I was sitting on our sofa on rainy Saturday night.

Coffee in right hand remote in the left.

Waiting for lily to get home from work.

My eyes were glued to the television screen.

We can sing was being aired.

My wife always missed some of it because of work so I recorded it for her every evening for the past few days.

I tended to not re watch it but sometimes lily would gesture for me to sit on the couch and watch it with her.

I thought it was only fair.

I could hear our insanely load clock ticking from the kitchen.

The sound drifted through the air.

The sound of a door opening and closing quickly, awoke me from my trance.

I leaned over the arm of the sofa to see my wife, back to me, locking he doors like she always did once she came home from work.

There was a heap of fluff on the floor beside her feet.

"Lily?" I asked.

She spun around.

"yeah Dan?"

"what is that?" I pointed to the bundle of fluff.

"ah!" she swooped it up and waddled over to me.

Her thin waist swiftly dodging the couch and the dining table.

She leaned down in front of me and placed the 'thing' on to my lap, smiling pitifully the hole while she was doing so.

She straighten and sighed.

"isn't he cute?" she whispered in a hush tone.

The blob turned its head to look at me.

Its mangled body twisting awkwardly.

Its eyes bulged as every time it inhaled.

As if its body was to small to have air inside.

Its legs looked like they had been stamped on and hacked.

It had scars crawling up its back.

And the smell!!

"ugh, lily we should really take it an animal center"

Lily's eyes grew wide.

Her pupils doubled in size.

She moved incredibly fast and grabbed the, ugh, alien.

I couldn't tell what breed it was it was so deformed, but it was very heavy and, big.

"no!" she squeaked.

She cleared her throat.

"no, were keeping him" she swayed back and forth like she would do to a new born baby.

Caressing the dog gently.

I couldn't tell if the dog was black with dirt or it was actually black.

I huffed.

We had a cat sleeping on our bed upstairs.

I doubt that he would enjoy a dog taking over its home.

We kinda, adopted Mr. tinker.

Yeah, I know.

What kind of name is that?

Lily thought of it.

And at the time it was really cute, and it fit him quite well.

But now he's just a lazy house puss, puss.

He would always be at the end of our bed.

Purring extremely loud.

"ugh, go wash him and then I will think about keeping it"

or maybe she would see how ugly it was.

She raised an eyebrow and walked off, in to our bathroom.

Lily had a strong phobia of dirt.

Just thinking about it made her squeamish.

This animal was probably coated in germs and mud.

"very unusual" I muttered.

Lily had taken over the bathroom and the kitchen.

There was nothing that hadn't been polished or washed five times in those two rooms.

The place was spotless.

The washing up was always done.

And she always smelt like rose perfume.

And was always washed.

I was kinda the opposite.

I was an average guy.

I smelt, I was untidy, I had scruffy hair.

Lily made sure I looked nice every time I went out.

Even to take out the trash.

I was fixated to the show.

Not that I was interested or anything.

It was just something to look at.

I tuned back in to the world as I herd water spilling out of the faucet and sloshing around the tub.

My show ended abruptly as the power cut off.

"damn" I exclaimed as I made my way to the fuse box when I heard a scream.

The scream was so high pitched it sounded like a child in pain.

It was my wife.

I turned to the direction of my bathroom, but If she was afraid of the dark then I need to turn the power back on.

We've had a lot of power cuts before, and she has never reacted like this.

Something was bothering her more this time then the other times.

Torn, I chose to comfort my wife.

I pelted in to the bathroom.

I didn't notice that I was panicking.

I don't know why, but I was.

Something was, off.

"Lily?" I cried out.

No reply.

"lily? Are you OK?" I placed my hand on the hall so if I tripped I wouldn't fall in to the blackness.

I heard a wheeze.

"Lily?" I felt something warm on my hand and feet.

It was a thick oozy liquid.

A smell hit my nostrils.

The stench made me gag.

I cant explain what it smelled like.

The only light source were two little white dots, floating.

Watching me.

The lights flickered back on.

Part of my wish It hadn't.

for the sight I saw, is a sight I will never forget for as long as I live.

Blood was splattered across the room.

My wife was lying motionless on the floor.

Her eyes, wide open.

She held the expression that only whom who sees eat come there way hold.

Sheer terror swept over me.

I fallowed her gaze.

She was staring at the dog.

It was covered in blood, my wife's blood.

It had a sickening grin on its face.

This animal killed the love of my life and who knows what it will do next.

My warnings to you.

Never let a stray, in your house...

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