The penultimate entry into Halloween Week shall revolve around: protection.
Some people we know just moved from Vancouver to take over a B&B up on the mountain and they needed some help with their heavier boxes and furniture, so that's what I did for most of today. They're paying me for my time, which I appreciate... especially considering how much stuff they have.
The view from up there is spectacular. Will try to share a picture tomorrow. Right now me tired so go night night.
"Here, let me try," Ryan said, eager to play the role of knight in shining armor to Angie's damsel in distress. He got a good grip on the handle, braced himself, and yanked as hard as he could.
The door didn't move.
The house began to fill with whispers once more.
"Back door?" Angie didn't wait for a reply - she was already running for the rear of the house. Ryan chased after her without thinking, only knowing that he did not want to be alone within those walls.
The whispers grew steadily louder.
Angie slammed into the back door shoulder first. She may as well have been a feather for all the impact she made.
"You gotta unlock the deadbolt!" Ryan shouted. The whispers had transformed to yelling in their ears.
They covered their ears as they stumbled back into the kitchen. There was panic and fear in their eyes when each of them looked to the other for direction. The voices were howling now.
"What do you want? Ryan screamed in desperation.
The house fell silent. Then:
"Daddy?" It was the voice of a young girl, cautious and curious.
"Yes?" Ryan said. Angie glared at him. He could only shrug and grimace in response while hoping for the best.
"Mommy?" A young boy this time. Ryan gave Angie a we're in this together now look and nodded his encouragement at her.
"Hello?" Angie's voice was hoarse, her throat dry. "Yes... sweetheart?"
"Mommy!" The two voices together. "Daddy!"
"We're here," Ryan said, a smile coming to his lips, relief in his voice. "It's okay, we're here."
"You were supposed to protect us." Confused and uncertain. "You were supposed to keep us safe."
"I... we did our best," Angie said, her eyes searching the darkening kitchen for movement. "We ne-"
"Why didn't you protect us?" Fear. And anger. "Why didn't you keep us safe?!"