SPLIT BETWEEN THREE WORLDS

Inhabitants of my new home

I lost track of time as I stood across the street, my eyes unpeeling from what used to be my home. After almost ten years, the house had considerably changed but for some reason it still looked the same to me. For hours on end until the moments the lights inside were switched off, I gazed like a creep, unminding of what it looked like, a complete stranger just peering at an innocent family through a window, like a deranged serial killer. My thoughts went adrift as the scene of the middle-aged couple chasing their four kids around the dining table reminded me of my own family. They seemed happy, I smiled.

My eyes traced the house’s front porch to the dog kennel where I hid when my family was massacred. My mind seemed to re-create the vivid scenes of that eventful night till the morning when the police arrived. I recalled the bodies being loaded into the coroner’s vans in body bags while an officer questioned me. For quite a long time, lots of different memories hit me of my childhood past, my friends, my school but mostly the m******e. I imagined what it would be like if they hadn’t died, if they were still alive right now. How my life would be if nothing happened on that horrific birthday. I chuckled lowly.

“ Don’t you f*****g move….” Someone said behind me, voice trembling a bit. I heard the sound of a gun being c****d, a shot gun maybe. I raised up my hands, fear crawling up my skin. I gulped, not moving a bit afterwards.

“ Before you do anything, my gun is loaded with silver bullets and I have holy water on my right hand”

“ What?” I whispered

“ Don’t act dumb, bloodsucker” he threated, the edge of his gun pressing on the back of my head

“ What are you talking about?” I asked stupefied

“ You have been watching my house for six hours straight and you haven’t sat once, I know what you are”

“ I apologize, I’m sorry…I’ll leave” I stuttered

“ You better…slowly now” he said

“ Okay, I’ll now leave” my hands inclined. I slowly began walking away.

“ Wait…” he shouted

I paused

“ Turn around” he ordered

I complied then looked at the middle-aged man from the house. I noticed the hand on the trigger trembling signifying that he wasn’t used to pointing guns at people. He steadied his form and took a more stern stance.

“ Show me your teeth” he ordered again

“ Why?”

“ I’ll put one in you if you don’t “ he threatened “ just do it”

“ okay”

I showed him my teeth still wondering why he was saying strange weird things to me. He sloppily opened the cap to the bottle he held then proceeded to splash me with it’s contents without warning

“ What the hell man” I sprung back “ why would you do that?”

The man seemed to wait for something to happen for about a minute while I complained of my currently wet shirt. He heaved a deep sigh and lowered his gun after nothing happened

“ You are one weird man” I said

“ You can’t blame me” he sighed “ the bloodsuckers have become a nuisance these days, they are everywhere”

Maybe he was one of the men who were still lost in their heads with fantasy horror stories, thinking fictional creatures still existed in real life, I thought to myself

“ Is it okay if I leave now?”

“ sure” he nodded “ the streets aren’t safe at night in these areas, you should probably get home soon.”

You are in my home, I wanted to say

“ okay”

“ Hey…” he called again when I started leaving “ what were you doing here? If you don’t mind me asking”

“ I’m…” I hesitated “ I’m sorry, I guess I was lost or something, you know…being a visitor and all. “

“ You are a visitor?” he expressed slight shock

“ I guess” I shrugged “ I should be on my way, it’s late”

“ Sure, be safe”

How did he sneak up on me in the first place? He ought to learn to make some noise while sneaking up on people, he almost gave me a heart attack. Or I guess I was so lost in my thoughts I couldn’t hear anything apart from my inner voices.

I walked aimlessly for an hour before I spotted an abandoned house. It was partly destroyed by wind or maybe a tornado but it’d do. I found nice warm spot by a corner where I cuddled and waited for sleep to take it’s course.

I was woken up by something nibbling on my fingers tips. I opened my eyes and the brightness of the world almost blinded me. Squinting, I chased away a cat that was busy licking my fingers. Guess I should have washed my hands after that meal.

I stretched then yawned as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the day. Turning back…

“ What?” I spoke to the white cat that was previously nibbling on my fingers, nonchalantly gazing at me. It’s tailed twirled above it’s body in a lazy way. I was momentarily struck at how white it’s fur was for a stray cat, it was too clean.

“ Stop staring at me” I shot

The cat purred then scrunched up it’s small nose. It’s right front paw found way to cover it’s nose a second later.

I widened my eyes in shock

“ unbelievable” I sighed “ even cats have attitude these days”

Why was I doing talking to a cat anyway? Am I that crazy? I am crazy…dead ass crazy

The cat coughed, almost in a laughing manner as it stood up from it’s spot. It raised it’s tail high above it’s body then literally cat-walked away. I couldn’t help but gape at the preposterous animal. It’s non-verbal cues were so verbal than most people I had spoken to. The cat looked down on me and it made sure that I knew it did.

FiendVille had grown weird, really weird.

Ignoring the unreal encounter with the white cat, I tidied up myself then walked away from the house. On my way to my destination, my mind kept reminding me of the cat.