Forgotten

Jenny was a young girl, about 13, and had the night to her self. Her parents were going out tonight on their anniversary and wouldn’t be back till the next day. About afternoon. Since she was an only child, she would be on her own. She planned what she would be doing, snuggling on the sofa with a blanket. She was going to watch the latest marathon of her favourite show, “Gavin and Stacey”. She had been gathering a generously large supply of snacks for tonight, just for the occasion. She put a bag of sweet popcorn in the microwave and set everything up. “This is going to be the best night ever” she thought to herself.

It was about ten o’clock when the snow picked up all at once. Now it was hard to see anything out the window adjacent to the television. It was the middle of winter and Christmas is just around the corner. About eleven o’clock, she saw something peculiar out the window. She couldn’t make it out at first but when she figured it out what it was her heart skipped a beat. It was the face of a man with a sadistic smile on it. Close to his face, he was holding a knife. Dripping with blood.

She silently screamed and hid under the blanket, too scared to move. After what felt like hours passing, she snatched her mobile phone on the table next to the sofa without looking. She dialled 999 and told them to come to come as fast as they could.
Only when she heard them knocking on the door and asking to be let in, did she move. She sprinted the door and let them in as fast as her shaking fingers would let her. After she calmed down enough to talk, she told them all that happened. They looked outside the house at the window that the man had appeared in. looking for clues of to where he went. The snow was undisturbed and jenny could not explain why.

The police led her back inside and told her it was just the snow playing tricks on her. They were about when one of the police officers had a brain wave. “look behind the sofa” she said. In a voice showing she didn’t want to draw attention. What they saw turned them all pale. Wet footprints.

And a bloody knife.