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At Night - Part 5

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What will Emily find in the shed...?

David and Kieran’s bodies were in that shed.

I knew what seeing Maddy’s... seeing her like that would have done to me. Could I handle seeing both David and Kieran the same way? I may not have been as close to them, but they were still my friends. I didn’t think I could go through it, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I simply had to get to those fuses and then get the hell out of there, so there was no other way. I would have to handle it.

My decisions made, I bent over in a half-crouch again and started across the gravel towards the shed. The gravel was noisier than I would have liked, crunch, crunch, crunching under my feet. I cursed the rocks silently and tried to move more quietly without going too slow. I knew very well how sound travelled further at night, especially outside and especially when it was this dark. But I couldn’t waste too much time getting to the fuses or I increased the likelihood of one of the monsters finding me out here.

Then I thought of something else – had the monster that had... killed David and Kieran even left the shed? I had no idea, and now I stopped in my tracks, unsure about proceeding. I really didn’t want to be confronted by another of those things, but I had to make this diversion work – it was my only chance of survival. So I pressed on.

The shed was located behind the carport, before the red gate that led out to the barn and then the paddocks. I’d inherited this property from my parents when they’d died, but couldn’t afford to keep it going myself, which is why the others were living with me. We had eight acres of land here, so those monsters could be anywhere. And how did I know our property was the only one that had been invaded? Those monsters could be everywhere. But I decided not to dwell too much on those thoughts, or they would lead me down the path of insanity very quickly.

I was almost at the shed now and I snapped myself out of my reverie and assessed the surrounding environment with my ears. All I could hear was the whistle of the wind and the rustle as it moved through the trees. There were no creatures or critters about – they’d obviously been driven underground by the evil presence lurking here. I was certain those monsters were the work of evil – they couldn’t possibly be good. Good things didn’t attack you and kill your friends.

I reached the shed door and put my ear to it, listening, ready to retreat if I heard a monster on the other side. All was quiet. I put my hand on the doorhandle and began to turn it, then stopped and had to take a few more deep breaths. I had to prepare myself for the worst sight on the other side of that door. Eventually, I turned the handle and opened the door slowly, peering into the darkness of the shed. There was that same foul odour in here, but more pungent, so I was certain the boys were in here and not alive.

I turned away and breathed in a few gulps of fresh air, then proceeded through the door, shutting it most of the way behind me, leaving it ajar only slightly so I could make a quick retreat if I had to. I didn’t believe the monsters were smart enough to notice the tiny change in the door’s position. I continued across the concrete, forgetting to feel my path carefully. My foot got caught on something and it tripped me up. I gasped and moved over to the wall, deciding to risk a little light. I turned on the torch and aimed it at the spot where I tripped. Then I wished I hadn’t – I’d tripped over Kieran’s foot, the once black and white Adidas shoe still attached and now spotted with red.

I turned away and nearly vomited. It was lucky I couldn’t see the rest of him as he was behind one of the various shelves in the room and his foot was sticking out in front of the door. I pulled myself together then as I noticed something. Next to Kieran’s foot on the concrete was a thick smudge of red. Following it with my torch, I found that it led from behind the shelf all the way out the shed door and onto the gravel. I took me a few moments to realise that this was probably caused by a body – David’s body – being dragged out of the shed towards the barn. At least now I knew where the other monster was.

I also knew that I probably didn’t have much time until it came back for Kieran. I turned away from him now and crossed the room to the fuse box on the wall in the corner. I pulled at the latch – locked. Dammit! Where the hell was the key? Oh, wait, I left it on the workbench when I was out here two days ago. I sighed in relief and snatched it from the bench, then unlocked the box. I froze dead when I heard that terrifying sound and the monster’s feet shuffling along the gravel. I forced my brain to work and crouched low in the darkness beneath the box. I looked around frantically for a hiding place or a way out, but there was nothing. I was trapped.

I waited and listened as the monster shuffled up to the shed door. It shuffled right into the room, not seeming to notice the door being ajar. I stared at the galvanised iron of the shed wall, refusing to move my eyes one inch – I knew that one look at that monster would be the end of my self-control. I heard the deep, rumbling, horrible sound of its growling from right behind me. I was shaking and sweating and I could feel my sanity draining with every passing second.

The monster shuffled its way over to the opposite side of the room to Kieran. I didn’t hear it pick Kieran up, but I heard the sound of his body being dragged across the concrete and out the door. The monster gave one last groan before the sounds of gravel shifting under heavy weight faded and I heard the back gate close. I unfroze and craned my neck high enough to see through the shed window. I couldn’t see anything out there, so I stood back up, ignoring the fresh rust-and-salt smell from the disturbance, and continued with my task.

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