Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A Batty Family

A Batty Family





A Batty Family
By Nomar Knight

Ever since I could remember, I loved hanging out in damp, dark places.  In fact, I swear I was born to roam the night to feed and then rest in a nice quiet corner somewhere.  However, last night was different. 
            After I had fed, I glided around in a quiet neighborhood in Ohio, searching for a place to crash, when I made the mistake of entering an occupied home.  When I heard high-pitched squeals I soon discovered that people lived there.  Their screams brought a newfound terror I never knew existed. 
            As I swooped past them, I glanced at the two-legged strangers, wishing they’d shut up.  Though I had spotted a male sprawled on a sofa, a woman with glass for eyes and a short male almost made me dizzy with their ridiculous screams.  I quickly headed up the stairs.  Upon hearing the woman bark in my direction, more high-pitched cries bounced out of a room, so I searched for immediate refuge from the batty family.  Just when I thought the annoying people would go away, the man who had been sleeping glared at me bug-eyed. 
            He chased me into a room and locked the door.  I heard him mutter words of reassurance to the hysterical bunch.  I smelled the same kind of fear when I hunt my prey.  On instinct, I had hid on the ceiling in the hall while the man thought he had trapped me inside.  It was then I decided that this family was most amusing. 
            As soon as I heard a car’s engine start, I decided that hanging above a bedroom door provided the atmosphere I craved.  Just when I thought all was well, the woman came at me with a piece of wood that had a wide extension at the end.  I think she called it a broom.  Anyway, she tried to nail me with it, but I proved too quick for her.  Losing my sense of direction, I searched all over for another dark hiding place where I could rest.  After tiring myself out for five minutes, I clung to a wall to catch my breath.  Deciding this was no place for me, I moved to the doorframe.  I knew I shouldn’t have shut my eyes for one second because the broom wielding tyrant knocked me off.  I flew too fast and hit the steps, scooted up again, then down.  By this time my heart raced and I was totally out of breath.  Nevertheless, I gathered enough strength and found the fireplace.  Expecting the relief of a cold draft, I was disappointed not to feel air coming from the top.  Before I could catch my breath and fly in another direction, darkness surrounded me. 
            At first, I thought I was dead meat, but when some time passed and the woman hadn’t eaten me, I decided to test my restraints and thrashed against walls.  I was trapped and had become prey.  I heard the females bickering and the little male crying.  My jail cell moved akin to an earthquake shaking my home.  As I spotted some light, I tried to escape.  More loud shrieks followed by muffled sounds.    Once again darkness won, eventually calming me down.  The stench of fear still lingered.  I figured, as long as my captors were terrified of me, I’d be safe. 
            Hours passed and when I finally got to taste freedom again, I smelled the annoyed male as he released me from what I had thought was a sure death. 
            The next time I decide to check out the neighborhood, I’ll make sure to stay away from that crazy family.
            “Come to Ohio,” my cousin said.  “Nothing ever happens! It’s a great place to rest.”
            I’d rather take my chances living in a lion’s den. 
            “Good-bye crazy family!”    

This story was inspired by a real life occurrence at my friend Lisa's house. You can read about it here


© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved.

14 comments:

  1. Love your imagination... it's so creepy and awesome:)

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  2. Too funny! The next time I have a bad experience with a snake in my yard, or some other kind of critter...I'm keeping that story to myself. Lol!

    -Jimmy

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  3. Great imagination, I love how you told the story from the bat's point of view rather than the humans. Great stuff.

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  4. lol, Nomar, you are too much. I hope that creep does remember us and stays FAR away.

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  5. LOL I'm glad you enjoyed the spoof Lisa. Though I'm glad you can laugh about your terrifying experience. I've been around bats before and as long as you let them be, they usually won't bother us humans.

    And Tania, James, and Orlando, thanks for visiting and sharing in our fun ways.

    Snakes, James? Do tell.

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  6. that is great! Nomar Batman Knight! loved it. different take, and i'll never swat any creepy crawling or flyeee again!

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  7. May the guano be with you!

    Just kidding(I think). Great story.

    Blaze

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  8. It's fun to take the critter perspective. Well done, Nomar. I've always respected bats, and most creatures for that matter. Had some try to play "batmitton" with me and my aunt at night but luckily never swatted one by mistake. Your story brought back memories. :)

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  9. You have totally right a very true story and this story is also occurring in your friend's house. I have read both of these stories. Actually mostly bats arise in nights and theses stories occur in nights.

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  10. The ancient name of Batly finds its origins with the ancient Anglo-Saxon culture of Britain. It comes from a name for a fisherman or boatman.

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  11. I love your imagination..Its so awesome.This is true story.

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  12. Thank you all. I appreciate your comments.

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  13. Hi Nomar Knight.I want more story in future.Really its great post.

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  14. You're right, OCS. It's been a while since I posted a flash fiction. I'll try. Thanks for commenting.

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