Fictional Horror Piece.
I was getting side tracked. I needed to focus on the task at hand. I looked back to the small glowing frame, and I saw exactly what I was waiting for. Here we go. I could see her silhouette walk past the window and then disappear. She should had reached the door by now, putting on her coat and hat, her long boots, perhaps grabbing an umbrella just in case it was about to rain, she’d probably put on her alarm (god forbid any of her possessions were stolen), and be opening the door right about… now. I heard it creak open, and I heard it slam shut. Show time.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… I listened to the sound of her heavy set of boots walking on her gravel driveway. Each individual pebble grinding against another, shifting ever so slightly, just enough to make a silent sound. Independently, there would be a noise so subtle that no one would notice it. But human feet, and boots, are too large to just step on one individual pebble… they step on many, allowing those collective subtle sounds to make that beautiful “crunch”. I had decided right then that it was my favourite sound in the world.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… the sound got louder and louder as she got closer and closer. My heart was pounding so rapidly it sent an electric surge throughout my body, tingling the very tips of my fingers. I had a crazy grin. This was all too perfect. I felt down beside me for the brick I had placed down early. Bingo. The rough crumbly surface found its way into my palm as I gripped it, preparing myself to lash out.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… How could this woman even see where she was going? Either she was nocturnal, or she had made the walk down her driveway thousands of times, making it her second nature. Either way, I was still impressed. A light suddenly illuminated a couple feet away from me. It was her car headlights, waking up as she unlocked it from her keychain. I could see her perfectly now, walking closer towards the rays. I clenched the brick tighter and shifted to a more agile position. In my excitement, I brushed against the bush, rustling the leaves.
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