To the rhythm of a skilled whistle, a man gingerly tromped through the lawn of a modest home. He reached the front door and knocked on it with authority. It took a while, but a woman finally answered. It seemed she had just been roused from sleep. She clutched her robe closed and cleared her throat to prepare to inquire why he was there.
Without warning, the man kicked the door with extreme strength. The edge of the door hit the woman in the face. She fell flat on her back, knocking herself unconscious. The man approached her and brandished a knife. A malicious smile formed across his face and grew wider as he stepped into the house. His smile vanished when he heard the door slam behind him. He hurried and tried to open it, but it was locked.
There appeared to only be one other exit in the small foyer and it was blocked by a floor-to-ceiling panel of glass. From the adjacent wall, an electrical outlet panel burst open. Water flowed out of it with the force of an open fire hydrant. There was no visible drain. Water started to fill the room.
The woman remained unconscious and on her back. Water splashed around her and soaked her hair and clothes. The man hastily stepped on and around her in search of an exit but could not find a way out. By that time, the water level was at the man’s knees and he had to navigate through toys and house slippers floating around him.
The man circled back to the locked front door and frivolously jiggled the doorknob. He heard a faint sound behind him and whipped his head around. It was a small child on the other side of the glass using his pudgy hand to slap against the partition. The man could not hear the boy’s voice, but it appeared he was mouthing the word “mommy” as he was trying to get the woman’s attention. She was now floating, face down, in the midst of household debris.
With a glimmer of hope, the man waded over to the child and shouted at him for help. His shouts went unheard, so he banged on the glass with his fist, still grasping the knife handle.
Up until that point, the child had solely been concentrating on his mother and just then noticed the man. Realizing he may have a scary demeanor, the man hid the knife behind his back and gave the child the most charming smile he could muster. Utilizing his free hand, he put his palm on the glass as a pleading request for help.
He glared at the man and backed up without breaking eye contact. After a poignant pause, the child nonchalantly pivoted to the next room where he plopped down on the couch and switched on the television to watch cartoons. The man could not contain his panic and anger. He reached back for the woman to try and somehow use her as leverage to demand help from the boy, but she was no longer there. All that remained was a robe and pajama pants. The articles of clothing sank at such a slow rate, they appeared suspended in time.
Something slithered between the man’s legs. He looked down to investigate, but only saw the end of what looked like a barbed tail. Then a sight in his periphery caught his attention. He turned quickly only to come face to face with a creature that had a pair of bulbous, yellow eyes and a mouth set with long, razor sharp teeth.
The aquatic monster gave the man little time to scream as she unhinged her jaw over his head and clamped down cleanly on his neck. Just as his knife clanked on the ground of the water filled room, the man’s silent, buoyant body bobbed up to the surface.
2 thoughts on “No Soliciting”
I’m…a little creeped out now. Nicely done.
Definitely no soliciting!