Behind Door Number One

“Goddammit!” She yelled. She had just just dozed off, and the cat was at the door again. He had taken to putting his paw under the door to shake it when he wanted in, finding that clawing up all the carpet around the door wasn’t quite as annoying. The only problem was, he wanted in at 6 a.m. every morning. It was starting to wear on her nerves.Throwing the covers aside, she picked up her glasses off of the night stand and looked around for the spray bottle. Her husband was still snoring as the door rattled again loudly. She cursed under her breath, wishing it was as easy for her to sleep as it was for her unconscious partner.“I’m going to kill that cat! At least get him De-clawed!” She expelled, spotting the spray bottle in the dim light the night light was giving off. Picking it up, she suddenly remembered; Felix was locked in the downstairs bathroom. He had started his assault on the door early that night, and she locked him up. She looked over as the door rattled a third time.In the dim blue light, she saw them. Nine needle like feelers were seeping around the door frame. Two on each side, three on the bottom. She was paralyzed with fear, her breath coming in short gasps. They dug into the door, as it was ripped from it’s frame and all her breath was sucked from her body in one short gasp.

Behind Door Number One

Kristin Sparks

Richmond, United States

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Written for the group Pulp Noir’s challenge, “They Came in the Night”. Based off of something my cat really does, and how horrible I think something like this would be to wake up to.
Word count is 242

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