Chapter Nine

I squinted, trying to make out the dark form but could tell nothing, just an enormous large black winged creature sitting there, so black that it almost blended with the night. As I backed away from the doors, I reached forward and down with a free finger in the hand in which I was still holding my empty glass, and pushed down the lock on the glass doors. Cautiously, I leaned toward the doors and held my hand up to the glass door in order to block the reflecting light of the fire. All the while still stealthily balancing the empty glass and the two remaining bottles of vodka. My heart was racing. What was I looking at? I couldn’t tell. Fleetingly, the memory of a night from about a month back when I’d first moved into my house came to mind.

These were the thoughts going through my head as the dark figure suddenly came at me, slamming itself hard against the glass door, causing me to jump back and drop my glass. I stood there for a minute thinking I pissed on myself. Lovely. I looked