To the tune of a skilled whistle, a man gingerly tromped through the front lawn of a modest suburban home. He reached the front door and knocked on it with authority. It took a while, but a woman finally answered. She looked tired and was clutching her robe closed. It looked as if she had just been roused from sleep. She gently asked him what he wanted.

Without warning, the man kicked in the door. The edge of the door hit the woman in the face and knocked her down on her back. The man stepped forward and brandished a knife. A malicious smile formed across his face and grew wider as he approached the unconscious woman. He was startled to hear the door slam behind him as soon as he stepped in the house.

The small foyer had two exits other than the front door, but he noticed they had been blocked by floor-to-ceiling panes of glass. While he remained confused at the glass walls, an electrical outlet panel bursted open with a stream of water that had the force of an open fire hydrant. Water started to fill the room and there was no visible drain.

The woman remained unconscious and on her back. Her robe soaked with the water that was splashing around her. The man hastily stepped on and around her, but could not find an open exit. The water filled the room quickly. House slippers and toys floated around in the water that was, by that time, already at the height of the man’s waist.

The man banged on the locked door that had previously slammed behind him as he frivolously screamed for help. He heard a faint sound on the glass and whipped his head around. It was a small child on the other side of the glass mouthing the word “mommy” and using his pudgy hand to slap the glass wall. The woman was now floating, face down, along with the debris.

With a glimmer of hope, the man waded over towards the child and shouted at him for help. His shouts went unheard so he banged on the glass with a fist still grasping the knife.

The child had only been concentrating on his mother and, for the first time, looked upward to see the man. The man, realizing he may have a scary demeanor, put the knife behind his back and gave the child the most charming smile he could muster. Then he put the palm of his free hand on the glass as a gesture of kindness and request for help.

Instead of continuing to call for his mother, the child glared at the man and backed up three steps without breaking eye contact. The man stared back at the child in confusion, panic, and disbelief. He turned towards the woman to try and somehow use her as leverage, but she was no longer there.

What used to be the floating woman was now just a robe and pajama pants. The articles of clothing appeared suspended in water, but were actually slowly sinking to the ground.

Something slithered between the man’s legs. He looked down to investigate, but a sight in his periphery caught his attention. He quickly turned around 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, his silent, buoyant body bobbed up to the surface.

No Soliciting

2 thoughts on “No Soliciting

  • May 18, 2017 at 2:24 am
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    I’m…a little creeped out now. Nicely done.

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  • May 20, 2017 at 1:34 am
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    Definitely no soliciting!

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