Instantly, I froze up. I thought about crawling under a table or something to hide, but the fear inside wouldn't let me move my legs. I started huffing and puffing and panting and whimpering, all at once...as I heard the 'draaaag - STEP', 'draaaag - STEP', sound of somebody walking towards the living room! I had waited too long! There was nowhere to run to now!
I saw this...really old, shabby, man come limping around the corner. And he looked RIGHT at me! I almost peed a little!
He had a beard, and there was blood in it. And around his mouth too. His eyes were so bloodshot, but his pupils were pure white. I could barely see them at all.
It was SO obvious that I had been caught, so I nervously stuttered..."H-H-Hi...I'm um...Preston. P-P-Preston Miles..."
The old man opened his mouth for a second, then closed it really hard. Like...I'm surprised that he didn't shatter his own teeth doing that. He growled at me. This really deep, really funky, growl. Like some kind of animal. And then he spoke.
"Eat!" He said.
"I'm...I'm sorry about being in your house, sir..."
"I don't...I don't know what that means..." I felt like I was going to CRY, I was shaking so bad! But his voice just got louder.And he started slowly limping towards me.
"EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT! EAT!" He just kept repeating it over and over and over again.
"What are you doing? You keep away! I know Kung Fu! You'll be sorry!" I said. But he just kept coming.
"EAT!!! EAT!!! EAT!!! EAT!!!"
"Stay away, you old CREEP!" I said, and I managed to duck down low and squirm right past him as he reached out for me with both arms! I ran out of the living room as fast as my little legs could carry me! That dirty old pervert was going to BITE me! What's his problem? I mean, who DOES that?
However, as I was heading for the front door, I was suddenly startled by the sound of shattering glass. A big old rock had been thrown through the glass embedded in the door...and a hand reached in to open it from the outside. I stopped in my tracks so fast that I actually bunched up the carpet under my feet and fell back on my butt. It was the that I saw JASON coming into the house with two of his goofy minions, looking down at me and looking to do me some major harm.
"I was actually going to wait for you to come out on your own, twerp! But since you refuse to rejoin the party...my friends and I figured we'd bring the party to you instead!"
I barely had time to scramble to my feet before he grabbed me around the collar of my lucky shirt and yanked me up to my feet. I just knew he was going to punch me somewhere...and it was going to hurt something awful. I just slammed my eyes shut and braced for the impact.
"EAT!!! EAT!! EAT!!"
One of Jason's friends said, "What the fuck is that?"
"Oh SHIT!" His other friend said. "It's Ol' Man Simpson!!!"
"EAT!!!" He said. "EAT!!!"
One of Jason's friends shouted, "Let's get the fuck out of here!" And ran back out of the front door, but the other boy just stood there, trying to explain himself to the old man while Jason held me still.
"EAT!!!" The old man shouted. "EAT!!! EAT!!! EAT!!!" It was, like...the only word he could say. But the hatred and evil in his eyes said so much more!
The other boy attempted to reason with him, but the second the old man was close enough...he grabbed him by the shoulders and BIT HIM IN THE FACE!!!
Omigod! The screams! The painful screams! The blood splattered every which way, and the old man just kept taking more and more bites out of him. I thought I was going to throw up.
Jason was so astonished that he let go of me, and I immediately took the opportunity to get away from him and start running up the stairs! But...just as I was reaching the top, I heard Jason screaming for help. He tried to follow me upstairs, but the old man had grabbed a hold of his ankle and was trying to drag him back down again.
"EAT!!! EAT!!! EAT!!!"
"Ahhhh!!!! Help me!!! PLEASE!!!" Jason screamed, crying from the terror he was experiencing at that moment.
I could have just left him down there. The punk ass! But...dangit...I'm just not that big of a butthole.
I ran back down the stairs and I reached out for Jason's hand.
He was crying sooooo much! I was doing everything I could to pull him loose, but my muscles were too puny to get the old creep to let go. "Don't let go!" He screamed. "Pull me up!!!"
"Ungh! I'm TRYING! Ungh! Hang on!" I said, squinting my eyes and gnashing my teeth and digging my heels into the carpeting on the steps. But Ol' Man Simpson just kept pulling back, and he bent over to take a big old bite right out of Jason's leg! I could see the blood running out of his pants leg, and he cried out in pain as he tried to kick the old man off of him. I was pulling so hard. Soooooo very hard! But it didn't do any good. Eventually, with a harsh pull and a growl...Ol' Man Simpson snatched Jason right out of my grip and dragged him back down to the bottom of the steps.
I didn't see what happened next.
I refused to look.
I only know that Jason was screaming one minute...and then he stopped.
"EAT!! EAT!!! EAT!!!"
Terrified, I ran up the stairs and found one of the nearby bedrooms to hideaway in. I slammed the door shut, just as I heard those heavy footsteps approaching the top of the staircase! I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I locked the door and tried to hold it closed by pressing my back against it. I felt all scared and snotty, but I tried to hold it together while my brain attempted to process just what the heck was going on. Why was that old man BITING people??? I just don't understand! Does it have something to do with the 'virus' thingy? Is that what it does to people? Did I catch anything while rummaging around in his basement? This is SO messed up!
I heard the footsteps come RIGHT up to the door...and then they stopped.
I waited for about 30 seconds without saying anything, but he KNEW I was in there! I could tell.
I could hear the sounds of him sniffing the door, and I just tried to hold my breath long enough for him to get bored and go away. Then, I felt the whole DOOR shake as he pounded his fists against it!
"I'm SORRY, mister!!! I'll leave your house, I promise! Just, PLEASE go away!!!" I cried.
"EAT!!!" He yelled.
"Don't eat me! PLEASE, don't eat me!!! I don't even TASTE good!!!"
"Go eat Jason! He's downstairs! Yeah...go eat him instead!" I wailed.
"EAT!!! EAT!!!" He pounded on the door with his fists again, and I could feel it hurting my back. I was soooo scared! I didn't know what to do. I wasn't big enough to fight him. I don't know if I was fast enough to even run away from him. But...as I looked around the room...I noticed that the bedroom window led out onto the roof. It was slanted, and probably dangerous...but it might be my only means of escape.
The window! Yeah...I can go out the window!
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