And here's the next part (what's written) of my story; The Dog Catcher:
I tried to press myself further into the clothes while trying to not move a muscle, and unable to blink. I could feel his eyes penetrating my resolve. It felt almost as if his eyes were willing me. Willing me to just leave my safe-haven and just come to him.
Why did he just sit there? Why did he not just get my life over with? That must be what he wanted. My mind raced. I tried to find a way out of this predicament. I found none. I was stuck. Chills ran up my spine at this realization.
In that instant, I could feel the cold sweat on my skin and the heart beat in both mine and Scotty’s chests. I could hear the ticking of the clocks throughout the house, and the low din of the TV still on in the sitting room. The sound of the wind as it lightly rustled the leaves outside my windows, and the sound of the few cars that passed by on the street. I could hear the low melodic breathing that cam from Boyd as he stared unblinkingly, building the suspense until my end.
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Then there was new sound. Boyd cleared his throat. “’tseems we’ve got company.” He announced with his grin. The sound was a car turning off the street into our drive. Boyd slowly got up off the bed and made his way around it. “Now don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back with friends.” He winked as he walked passed.
The car that had turned into the drive now cut the engine, followed by the slamming of two car doors and their footsteps on the walk. Whoever this was; they should not have been here. I wanted to shout out to them to help. But I also wanted them to run for their lives while they still could. I did not know what Boyd had concocted in those few moments, for our untimely visitors.
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I was nudging my way further back in my closet attempting to think my way out of this as quickly as possible, before Boyd got back. Then I resolved to try and find a way out. I put Scotty down on the floor of the closet. He backed into the corner and sniffed at the back walls. I whispered for him to stay and be quiet.
I slowly let myself out of the closet and rushed to the windows. The storm windows were still on. We could not get out the way. Why was mine ht only room without access to a balcony up here? I tiptoed towards the door and tried to turn the knob, while straining to hear where Boyd and our visitors were.
The door was locked. Why could I not get though this locked door if he could? I couldn’t hear anything from downstairs, until I heard the volume on the TV go up. The front door hadn’t been opened yet, so he must have sat down. This was getting stranger by the minute. I was about to turn the lock when the doorbell rang.
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Scotty barked out. I shushed him. If I could not save us, I at least didn’t want to be the cause of yet another death. The Bedroom door would not open.
The doorbell rand again, and its ringer knocked in persistence. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” Boyd called out.
I imagined him making his way over to the door with his evil grin and Joe splattered shirt. I could see in my mind the look on the faces of whoever this was, as they looked at the blood that covered Boyd’s face and body when he would open the door. Scotty started to whimper. He pawed at the back wall. It looked like he was trying to dig his way out of this.
I went to him to try and make him quiet down. This is when I saw a seam in the wall. There was also a lip on the floor. Not very noticeable, but it looked like it was there to keep the wall even. I ran my finger along the break. The faintest draft wafted through it. The seam went all the way around in the shape of a square barley wider than a body. I pushed on it. Nothing happened.
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I was at my wits end, and out of ideas. The bedroom door would not open, even after I turned the lock. The windows were double payned. The storms were “shatter proof.” I couldn’t even break the glass to get out. Not that out the window led anywhere but the outside of a high second story. I stopped my fruitless effort of trying to push on the wall. I turned and re-locked us back into the closet, then slumped down behind the clothes against the wall. In a fit of frustration, I kicked at the corner of the door frame. I heard a weird click, and then put both my hands on the ground bracing myself for whatever was coming next.
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Downstairs I heard the front door open. But no screams followed. They were talking! Maybe Boyd had cleaned up. I hadn’t heard the water run, but in my present state I may have missed that.
I leaned forward to try and hear better through he closest air vent. I must have pressed down too hard on the lip on the floor, because it slid down from my palm. This startled me, so I turned around to see it. The lip had submerged completely into the floor. I heard a loud outburst of laughter from below me. It sounded as if they had moved away from the door into the living room. The sudden slam of the door confirmed this suspicion for me. Scotty started nudging at the crevice again with his nose. I was too confused to stop him now.
Who was here? Why were they laughing? Didn’t Boyd just kill my Joe? Wasn’t he planning on killing me too? What was going on?!
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I slumped back against the wall once again and it promptly gave way. I had to stifle my own surprised yelp this time. The hole in the wall was now most obviously a door. I could see that now. It opened to the side and led into a very narrow hall that led to a spiral staircase. Scotty was now wriggling with excitement. I’m sure me being in the way is all that kept him from shooting down into it.
Before I moved, I strained to hear where Boyd and his guests were again. It sounded like they were still below us in the living room, and still speaking heartily. I did not recognize the voices, now that I could hear them more clearly, as if they were now directly below me. One of the voices was a deep bellow. It was a hearty and throaty voice of someone like a Cadillac dealer or a ranch owner, though I could not make out what they were saying yet. The other voice to my amazement was a woman’s dark voice.
I managed to squeeze myself into the hole of the wall, and I found I could stand on the other side. Scotty shot past me and down the stairs as stood as I was out of the way. I tried to examine the door a little, to see if we could get back through that way if needed. I could not feel a handle on my side. While running my fingers along the sides, it slipped from my grasp. There was a click when it slid back into place, leaving me in the dark.
