Deadly Accident
I woke up this morning with an eerie feeling some one was watching me.
Just to open my eyes and look around to see nothing there.
I tried to go back to sleep but every time I dozed off I heard some one whisper my name in my ear.
Sometimes it was just hot air like the breath of a mad man on the back of my neck.
I decided sleep was not going to happen and flung my covers off of me with a bit of anger because I was still sleepy. I felt the bad attitude setting in and the feeling of some one watching me still there. I decide to let some anger out and shouted into the emptiness, “I hope you are happy now I am awake and in a REALLY bad mood!” I find myself laughing at me shouting and made me a little better.
I went downstairs to get me some coffee to help me wake up when the gut feeling of an intruder settled in my stomach. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I getting sick or is some one really here? My eyes widen and my ears more keen to the sounds around me as I dredge through the foyer to the kitchen. Thank God for coffee pots with automatic starter timers I thought to myself as I pored me the biggest cup I had. I stood there for a moment sipping my coffee and trying to shake the bad feelings I had in my bones when a slight breeze brushed against my back and startled me. I gasp and slam my cup to the counter and turn around so quickly it made me slightly dizzy.
No one there.
I turn back to grab my coffee and head back up the steps to take my shower and see I have spilt it on the floor and counter. Ok I am mad again. I grab the paper towel and start vigorously wiping up my mess when out of the corner of my eye I think I see some one run by the doorway in the foyer. Startled again I am now shaking as I grab my huge coffee mug filled with hot coffee. My weapon of choice should there be some one there. I round the corner and get ready to throw my steaming hot coffee on them and beat them with my monster of a coffee mug. “Hello?” I say with a squeaky puberty like shaky voice. Again no one there.
I take my sigh of relief and head back up the stairs. I thought to myself how I wished the kids or the husband was there to save me or just make this awful feeling go away. But every one was gone but me. My only day off with nothing to do but sleep and it is ruined by a feeling of a sinister presents.
I set my coffee down on the dresser and open the top drawer to expose the .38 caliber pistol we have for these very moments and I set it in the bathroom on the edge of the tub as I start filling it with hot water. Maybe all I need is a nice hot bath to soothe me instead of a shower. I will be able to relax in there.
I go back out to the dresser to grab my coffee and it wasn’t there. Now I am truly scared or just crazy. I know I brought it up with me. I know I laid it on the dresser. I start looking around the room for signs of some one there other than me as I walk backwards back into the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it and think of how I could muster up the bravery to go back out there and grab the phone to call for help just to remember I have the gun in here with me. A little relieved I turn to shut off my bath water and there sits my coffee. I didn’t remember bringing it in here but with as bizarre as my morning has been I wouldn’t put it past me to have done it subconsciously.
I felt better seeing it in there and passed it off as one of my idiosyncrasies of the day and unlocked the door and opened it to my room. I thought to myself, I can see them coming now and I would have more time to get a better shot in. I start laughing to myself and thinking what a lovely story this would make for me and my husband this evening.
I strip naked and submerge myself in my hot, relaxing, soothing, bath. I lay my head back on the edge of the tub and start the relaxation process. I laid there thinking of this morning and how odd it was when I start to fall asleep. I was so relaxed finally it felt so good.
I wake to what sounded like some one stumbling over something and just catching themselves before they are laid out flat on the ground. I slowly grab the gun and cock the trigger trying to not make any noise. I sat there for a few minutes and nothing ever happened but I had the most disturbing feeling I was in trouble. I sat in the tub shaking and debating on if I should say something or just set there ready to pull the trigger.
All of a sudden some one jumps out into the doorway and screams. I am so scared that without hesitation or even focusing on them I pull the trigger with my eyes closed hoping I hit them or scared them off or both. I Slowly open my eyes to see my husband lying on the floor bleeding profusely from his chest. I scream and jump out of the tub and rush to his side. I am screaming and crying for help as I bend down over him. He smiles and says, “I left work today so I could surprise you and we could spend the day together just me and you, no kids, no nothing. I think I made a mistake.”
“Oh my God, baby I am so sorry I thought you were an intruder. I had a strange feeling this morning some one was here and me being the one who can’t get over my past and being raped and tortured for days before escaping my own death I didn’t think it would be you. I was scared. I am so sorry let me call for help. I make a mad dash for the phone and skid on my knees back to his side.
He looks up at me and says, “I just wanted to surprise you, I am sorry I scared you.” he pulls me down to his face and gently kisses me and says, “I love you.” with his last breath.
“911, what is your emergency?”
Copyright ©2007 Charlotte L. Atwell
