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At Night: David's Demise

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The death of David, up close and personal...

With groans of contempt, we buttoned and zipped up our jackets and shambled back out into the frosty night. I stuffed my hands under my armpits in an attempt to keep them warm as Kieran shut the wooden and screen doors behind us. He joined me and we ventured together into the darkness.

“Go and get the torches from the cold and dark shed in the cold and dark night, boys,” Kieran mocked Emily in a high-pitched voice.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“I dunno what it is with her,” He continued. “Ever since we moved in, she’s done nothin’ but tell me how to run my life.”

“She likes you, really,” I said.


“Emily, she likes you.”

“Where’d you pull that from?”

“Women always act like they hate you when they really like you.”

“That’s blokes.”

“Chicks do it too, they’ll just never admit it to your face.”

Kieran raised his eyebrows and turned to watch where he was going. He was unusually quiet and seemed deep in thought at what I’d said. I chuckled under my breath as we reached the shed. I turned the handle and stepped in, glad the door wasn’t locked. Kieran shuffled in after me and we started looking for the torches.

“She didn’t actually say where they were, did she?” Kieran’s muffled voice came from inside one of the metal cupboards.

“Nah,” I replied, lifting something off the desk, trying to see if there was a torch under it.

After a moment, Kieran, knocking about in the cupboard, called. “Oh, I got it!”

He removed his head and shut the cupboard, examining the torch for the ‘on’ button. Finding it, he turned it on and the light shined right in his eyes. I shook my head and searched in one of the compartments under the workbench, my eyes resting on a dark shape. I reached out and found it to be the torch.

“Yeah, I found the other one.”

I pulled it from the compartment and turned it on, shining it around the room. Eventually the light flashed over the shape of a box attached to the wall. I pushed my eyebrows together and walked over to the box, opening it with ease, and had my suspicions confirmed by what greeted me behind the metal.

“Oh, the bloody fuse box is in here.”

“What? Then why didn’t Em just come out here with us?”

“Jesus, I don’t know. If you ask me, I think she’s scared of the dark.”

Kieran laughed and came to stand by my side. “Do you think we should frig with the switches?” He asked, an evil grin spreading across his face. “Try and freak them out?”

“Don’t be an arse, mate.”

“You got to admit, it’s tempting.”

It was tempting, but I knew how Emily was about those kinds of things. Ever since her parents died...

“Come on,” I said, shutting the door of the fuse box. “Let’s get back to the house.”

We’d left the door of the shed open for the dim starlight streaming in, so we clearly heard an awful growling sound coming from outside.

“Jesus,” Kieran exclaimed, backing away from the door.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I dunno.”

We stayed back from the door for a moment, but heard nothing else except the sound of the late wind in the trees. Kieran was about to step forward, but I stuck my arm out to stop him. Whatever that sound was, it wasn’t natural and it couldn’t be anything good. I don’t know what, but something in my instincts was telling me that we were in very real danger. I kept listening, and eventually there was another of those growls. I couldn’t describe the sound if I tried, other than it was a guttural, unnatural noise.

“Oh, fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ.”

My heart was pounding and I could tell Kieran was freaking out, too. While most of my instincts were telling me to run, hide, yell for help and curl up in a ball and cry like a baby all at the same time, some part of me was curious and even eager to know what was making that noise. It wasn’t any animal I knew of – I didn’t think it was an animal at all.

“Come on, Dave, let’s get out of here.”

“Don’t you think we should check it out?”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“We’re probably just being ridiculous. It’s probably just a wild dog or something. Maybe a dingo.”

“Dingoes don’t make that noise. It could be something dangerous, and you want to go towards it?”

“We should check it out.”

“You can go out there and get mauled to death, I’m stayin’ here.”

“Fine, I’ll go on my own.”

I didn’t stop and wait for him to speak again; I turned on my torch and stepped out of the shed door, heading in the direction of the noise. It sounded like it came from the barn down the back next to the paddocks, so that’s where I headed. I went to open the red iron paddock gate next to the shed that opened up into the grassed area surrounding the barn, but then I realised with a gulp that it was already open. Wasn’t it closed before? I wished now I had taken better note of it before. I continued through the gate, not bothering to shut it behind me, and down to the open area of the barn.

I shone the torch around, nothing but bales of hay in here – feed for the livestock. I couldn’t hear much either, except the usual creaking and cracking sounds old barns like this made. I couldn’t hear the growling – any kind of growling – or even footsteps. I shook my head to dislodge the memory of the sound, already starting to think that I was being ridiculous before.

I continued further into the barn, heading into the section that was used as stables for the three horses on the property. I kept shining the torch around the room, at anything and everything, trying to find something that could have made the growling sounds. I still couldn’t hear anything and I was about to give it up and go back to the shed to tell Kieran off for being a twat, when, just as I started to turn, the torchlight flashed across something that definitely didn’t belong. I froze, as did the light – it was the thing in the light that moved. You’re in danger, my head told me, get out now. Too late.

I should have run when I had the chance.

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