An Introvert’s Worst Nightmare

Dharrsheena Raja Segarran : Time for another #writingchallenge ! 😁 Based on this prompt, write a story about the horrors of an unexpected, uninvited and unwanted guest. No matter what you say or do to try to make them leave, it never works. They're planning to stay for a week or maybe more. Creepy things begin to happen on a daily basis. What would you do? Your story can follow this or you can come up with something entirely different based on the prompt. Let your creative juices flow!

This is my response to that challenge. 

I sit comfortably in my favourite chair,

Hot chocolate in hand,

A good book, fluffy slippers,

Any interruptions and I’ll make a stand.

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I curl up my legs, get comfortable,

When I hear a noise that fills me with dread,

Was that a knock at the door,

No, no, no, whoever it is will soon be dead.

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I stomp down the hall, fling open the door,

I’m suddenly pushed aside and hear the words,

“Hello old mate, I’ve arrived for a visit,

I wanted to surprise you but feared you’d have heard.”

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I stare at his back as he walks away from me,

Turning left into my lounge,

Suitcase in hand,

Here to see all he can scrounge.

***

I’m still standing in the doorway,

When by magic my door slams,

“How long you here for,” I yell,

Trying to get a feel for his evidential plans.

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I finally move, shrugging off my shock,

And follow him to see he’s in my favourite seat,

“I’m sorry but you’ve chosen a bad time,” I tell him,

He laughs, but stays, I admit in defeat.

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After lunch the next day,

I notice blood in my fridge,

Now where’s that come from, I wonder,

Not a lot of blood mind you, just a smidge.

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Two days later I find blood in the hall,

Just drops but I follow along the trail,

Leading to my ‘guest’s’ bedroom,

Is this his message, written in bloody braille?

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I bypass the polite knock on the door,

Bursting through in my haste,

To see him eating his foot, freshly butchered,

Right down to the bone, nothing to waste.

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He looks at me in delight,

Asking me to partake in this glorious feast,

“I’ll butcher you a fresh cut if you so desire,” he chortles,

As he cuts off his thigh, in the same manner he’d butcher a beast.

***

I back slowly out of the door,

Deciding this maniac needs some time alone,

But I trip in his blood, down I fall,

He prances on top and cuts me to the bone.

***

“I’ll swap you a thigh muscle for your arm,

We’ll enjoy this merry feast together,” he moans,

Cutting and hacking at me to his glee,

As I loose consciousness with a series of groans.

***

My guest never left,

Well not alive,

I hear you ask,

No I did not survive.

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