|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.
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