Speaker 1: Welcome listeners to another episode of Fast Food Horror. In
this episode, one of the residents of Morrow Hill finds
out there is something stranger still going on in the house.
In this tale, entitled the Tale of the House on
Morrow Hill, Night number.
Speaker 2: Four, the hours passed with such patience while I waited
for the sun. I did regular rounds of the house
through the night, inspecting every floor, each room and nook,
making sure no closet or hiding spot was left unchecked.
With each creek or tap against a window pane, I
quickly moved to inspect the source of the sound till
the sun broke over the Holland Hills and the only
sound was the coffee pot percolating in the kitchen and
the birds chirping in the orchard. As the warmth of
the morning grew, I heard the padding of my wife's
saw footfalls from the bedroom into the kitchen. I made
my way to greet her, exhausted as I was, and
have my first of many necessary cups of coffee before
powering through the day's mountainous lists. I entered the kitchen
to begin what had now become an odd routine debriefing
of my poor knight's wakefulness. I cleared my throat as
I entered and wished my wife a good morning. She
smiled and pointed to what was now my spot at
the nook and a full hot cup of coffee waiting
for me, black, just the way I liked it. I
shuffled over and joined her, gave her a kiss, then
took a gulp of the bitter broom. I let out
a sigh as I let the coffee do its trick
before launching into a detailed account of last night's happenings.
To her credit, she took it all in, and when
I finished, she took our coffee cups for a refill,
came back to the nook, sat down beside me, and
took my hands in hers, and again gave me a
reasonable rational explanation for it all. Finishing with the door
opening with such force proved in her mind that there
was an issue with a furnace or ventilation in this
old house, and probably the windows a draft somewhere. Coincidentally,
while I was awake, already on edge, stressed and sleep deprived,
just took the door. A difference in the temperatures of
the house or just the furnace kicking on and pushing
the air down the hall and bang the door swung open.
I had to admit that sounded a lot better than
the explanations in my mind. But the fourth night I
slept with such unease that night, restless, the difficulty of
even getting comfortable, tossing side to side, trying to find
that right position to settle into, and my brain just
wouldn't relax and turn off, not thinking about anything specifically
or in general, just the inability just to power down,
wide ethan awake. Three nights in a row of disturbed
and disturbing sleep or lack thereof, will do that to you.
But somewhere just after midnight, sleep found me and then left.
As I again found myself wide awake with the feeling
that some one was again in the room, I rolled
on to my back and sat up in bed. I
knew innately some one was there. I could see the
white puffs of my breath with each exhil in the moonlight.
The chill was back, the sheets and the blankets were
again gone too. I reached across to the night stand
for my cell phone and touched the screen to activate
the flashlight. In one fluid movement, but the app wouldn't work.
I instead turned up the screen light to its brightest
two thirty three. A m looked back at me as
I flipped the phone around and used the screen glow
to help illuminate the room. I scanned the darkness looking
for the source of my knees. I worked the glow
slowly from left to right and saw it. I sensed
it there at the far right corner of the room,
six feet from the door's right as I quickly moved
the glow of the cell phone and tried to focus
on a set of glowing red eyes. They were at
a height of about six feet off the ground, but
I couldn't see good enough to tell if they were
a man or a woman. They locked eyes with me
only for a second before they darted towards the closed door.
The door swung open with such force I was sure
the knobbed into the wall. I called out as I
watched the red eyes sprin from the room to the kitchen.
I jumped from the bed and darted out the door,
intent on catching whoever it was and put an end
to this insanity. I ran into the kitchen, and then
the sitting room, the foyer, the bathrooms. I searched the closets,
the study, the pantry, the dining room, all empty, nothing
amiss disturbed. Both the front and rear door still locked,
bolted shut. I ran to the second floor and checked
each of the bedrooms, turning on every light. I checked
every closet, not leaving one inch unsearched, and after an hour,
sweat beating my forehead, I found I was again the
only person awake in the house, and then the thwack,
thwack thwack. This needed to stop. I walked back to
the bedroom to check on Steph and explained to her
what had happened, and found her sound asleep, undisturbed by
all the events, the chill, the noise me I had
to get a plan to end this, whatever this was,
to prove to Steph something was going on, and to
prove to myself I wasn't sleep deprived after going crazydict
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