lenora

Crouching in the corner of the living room, Lenora listens to him breathing heavily on the other side of the wall. His thick soled work boots clomping loudly with every step. She hears as he drags the knife along the plaster. He’s coming for her.
“FEE FIE FOE FUM!” He bellows through the empty house.
Lenora holds her hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing as she hears him drawing near. The sweat of her hands threatens her grip on the hatchet, Tears running down her cheeks.
Oh god! She thinks. What if I miss? He’ll kill me for sure!
But you won’t miss, says Elanor, I shall help you, you shan’t miss, my dear, you shan’t miss!
As she hears Elanor’s voice telling her that she “shan’t miss” she knows she can do it! She hears him taking those monster steps closer and closer to where she is waiting; she gathers all of her strength, as Elanor does the same.
Lenora takes last heaving breath before she rises to her feet, hatchet above her head. She closes her eyes and screams as she plunges the hatchet into the darkness. A gruesome sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh tell her that Elanor was right, Lenora didn’t miss.
The man screams into the abyss as the hatchet is plunged into his head, he fumbles for the handle and drops the knife. Lenora can hear him crashing into the coffee table and then onto the ground.
A squishing, wet sound meets her ears and she hears the hatchet hits the carpet.
All is silent.
Lenora starts to cry as she sinks back into the corner from which she started, she thinks of all of the things that could have happened if Elanor hadn’t helped her.
Her train of thought is broken by Elanor’s voice singing its way into her ear; it’s not over, my dear, there is another… RUN LENORA…RUN!