The Intruder – Creative Writing

Its always best when the light is out, I am the plonk in the iceDo not cry out or hit the alarm, you know were friends til we die Thom Yorke (Radiohead), Climbing Up The WallsAlone. The most awful intelligence agency in the English tongue. Murder doesnt hold a candle to it and nut house is only a poor synonym. Humphrey had read this somewhither, probably in a Stephen King book, he couldnt remember exactly which, but he concur with the passage then and he sure as hell hold with it now.Though Humphrey was not alone, he was eitherthing but alone. Humphrey was crumpled into the deferral of his bedroom, his fortify covering his head, his entire frame trembling, his pores and eye unreservedly discharging sweat and astringent tears. He sat at that place in his darkened room with catch, who poked him mischievously with his refrigerated fingers. With Sorrow, who warped his heart and ate him alive. With Darkness, who shrouded Humphrey and the entire room chthonic his tattered cloa k.But worse than any twisted emotion, worse than any mutual deception of the eye and the light, worse than any melancholic betraying thoughts Humphrey whitethorn have had, was Death, who came in the guise of an interloper that occupied the on a lower floor of his house, harry his house in a relentless chaotic frenzy.Despite Humphreys unaccented efforts to block out the noise, he could still hear everything. The crash of the tableware and glass, locomote and ultimately exploding into pieces as they collided with the floor and the walls. The loud bang as his television was thrown across the room, smashing into a wall and the sizzle of the circuits bursting. The overbearing cackle of the interloper. It was a hair-raising, vulgar, sharp screech that penetrated Humphreys delicate ear-canal-walls, went straight to his forefront and exploded, the shrapnel of the explosion cutting his soft organ.It took a moment for Humphreys mind to show that all sound and movement had ceased dow nstairs. Gradually his brain escaped from the rack of fear and earthly senses returned to him. He realised his pants were drenched in urine, which made him click his tongue disapprovingly.Humphreys aged brain was working extra prison term attempting to process what had happened. Most of the day was a nauseating blur to him and passed by rather uneventfully, but he remembered dozing off, and he remembered Sleeps grasp on him relaxation method and faltering to the hostile sound of his back door crashing in. Thats when the interloper skint in. But the dust has settle and the intruder has departed now, probably satisfactory with the destruction caused and the items burgled.Humphrey picked up his walking stick and with immense effort he managed to summon the strength to get up. He intended to go downstairs and phone the police, but only managed two steps before he heard a bang on his door. The Intruder was still in the house. The Intruder was right outside his room.Humphreys legs c ollapsed right on the spot, and that frosty beaten(prenominal) feeling of numb helplessness enveloped him again. He shrunk back into his corner and stony-broke into a fit of hysterical sobbing. Outside the Intruder was pounding at the door. stretch up, the Intruder said hoarsely, open up, man, youve gotta open up. I claim her back, man, open up The Intruder proceeded to pound at the door, slowly at first, but then he snapped and broke into a violent wrath of pounding. OPEN UPAfter what felt like an eternity to Humphrey, the Intruder ceased pounding at the door and fell to the floor and, to Humphreys great surprise, began to weep.Open up, the Intruder wailed, I can get her back, he said I can, scantily open up.For a brief moment a turn on of pity for the Intruder lighted up in Humphreys mind, but the fizz dimmed as soon as it appeared, and Humphrey was back in his helpless state of terror.Silence slithered around the room, but his tyranny was brief and hastily retreated when Humphreys bedroom door collapsed in with an earth-shattering BANG, rattling Humphreys brain inside his skull. The Intruder got in.He was a tall man, of medium build, in his thirties with moon-pale complexion, as if the sunlight had only a nodding acquaintance with his skin. The Intruder stood there, looking down at Humphrey with the look of absolute discontent on his face, a sandwich in his hand. And a gun in the other. The Intruders eyeball were dim, with a hint of triumph in them, and Humphrey noticed that he was salivating.I find you at last, demon the Intruder exclaimed with triumph. He fiddled with his gun, groping it with his mightiness finger. It was not point directly at Humphrey, but it was hazardously close. The Intruder made a slight a motion, which made Humphrey recoil and defensively position his arms in front of his face, as if trying to push against an incoming strike, but the Intruder merely took a giant fire of his sandwich, the rest of which he tossed away, al ong with his gun.I have been lookin for ya for so long, the Intruder grunted, you ave interpreted away that I hold dearest, you ave taken away my light. Where is she? dread glumly retired his post behind Humphrey and was replaced by Confusion. Humphrey was flabbergasted, what is this madman talking virtually? he thought, but out loud he said, I- Im afraid I have no idea what you are talking about.Ya know hiss well wha Im on about. I wan her back. The Intruder spat.I think y-youre mistaken, s-sir, Humphrey murmured, Im unsloped an innocent ol-WHAT DO YOU WAN FROM ME? The Intruder snapped, his eyes budging and his breathing getting heavy. Dread cheerfully resumed his post.Listen, man, Im begging you to give her back to me, The Intruder got down on both knees and clasped his hands together and tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, Im an empty shell wiv out her. An insect, Ill do anythinHumphrey was cornered he had not a hint of how to proceed. The Intruder was utterly insane, fr agile, and capable of cracking at a moments notice. He was a danger to himself and, more importantly, a danger to Humphrey. Humphreys eyes desperately scanned the room, looking for something, anything, he could use against the Intruder. Time, thats what he needed. Time. And a damn miracle.In the past, time and time again, Humphreys mind had failed him. Whether it was through an psychometric test when he was young, an important job interview, when proposing or just during everyday endeavours. And right away it was no different.Humphrey couldnt even move, he felt like a attestor observing through the eyes of someone elses body, he could only beguile and not take party.Fine. He told me you wouldn cooperate. He told me you wouldn give her back to me, he told me everythin. But theres another way, if I kill you now, she will return to me. He told me. The Intruder said through gritted teeth, as he progressed towards Humphrey. His teeth bared, his eyes filled with contagious madness and his veins popping out, on the verge of bursting. His bare, cold hands made contact with Humphreys neck, which made Humphrey shiver, and squeezed.Humphreys eyes started seeing sunglasses of black, then stars and then no more.***Humphrey woke up, rubbed his eyes, and then wearily scanned the environment. He had been here before, he couldnt remember when but he was certain he had emphatically been here before.Good morning, a cheerful voice said, are we doing delicately?Humphrey looked to his right and saw a young, pleasant man in a uniform.Who are you? Where am I? Humphrey asked, dazed. His eyes were burningIm officer Peter, just call me Peter, and youre in Worthington Hospital, you were brought in last night, Peter replied in his jocund manner.What happened last night?Well, we got a call from your neighbour reporting a break-in, and we came over as soon as we could and came just in time and the intruder is in custody now.What did the intruder want with me? Humphrey questioned.His name was tooshie render, and he recently lost his wife in a elevator car accident. Poor man was mad with grief, and was only last week taken into an insane asylum, from which he miraculously escaped and came for you. Peter nervously answered.He Humphrey trailed off, he kept referring to a third-party who told him to come for me. Are you sure there was no real motive after coming after me?I can only speculate on who he was referring to, but Gates was mad beyond help. That person could have just been a persona, ride him to psychotic acts, which seemed reasonable to Gates. Peter responded.OhThey had said their goodbyes and Officer Peter left, sledding Humphrey alone. All alone.