Fast Food Horror
Fast Food Horror - Season 2 Episode 7.4 - The Tale of the House on Morrow Hill - The Fourth Night
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[Music] Welcome listeners to another episode of fast food horror. In this episode, one of the residents of Morrow Hill finds out there is something stranger still going on in the house. In this tale entitled, "The Tale of the House" on Morrow Hill, night number four. The hours passed with such patience while I waited for the sun. I did regular rounds of the house through the night, inspecting every floor, each room and nook, making sure no closet or hiding spot was left unchecked. With each creek or tap against a window pane, I quickly moved to inspect the source of the sound till the sun broke over the Holland Hills and the only sound was the coffee pot percolating in the kitchen and the birds chirping in the orchard. As the warmth of the morning grew, I heard the padding of my wife's soft footfalls from the bedroom into the kitchen. I made my way to Greeter, exhausted as I was, and have my first of many necessary cups of coffee before powering through the day's mountainous lists. I entered the kitchen to begin what had now become an odd routine debriefing of my poor night's wakefulness. I cleared my throat as I entered and wished my wife a good morning. She smiled and pointed to what was now my spot at the nook and a full, hot cup of coffee waiting for me, black, just the way I liked it. I shuffled over and joined her, gave her a kiss, then took a gulp with a bit of brew. I let out a sigh as I let the coffee do its trick before launching into a detailed account of last night's happenings. To her credit, she took it all in. And when I finished, she took our coffee cups for a refill, came back to the nook, sat down beside me, and took my hands and hers, and again, gave me a reasonable, rational explanation for it all. Finishing with the door opening with such force proved in her mind that there was an issue with a furnace or ventilation in this old house, and probably the windows, a draft somewhere, coincidentally while I was awake, already on edge, stressed, and sleep deprived, just took the door. A difference in the temperatures of the house, or just the furnace kicking on and pushing the air down the hall, and bang, the door swung open. I had to admit, that sounded a lot better than the explanations in my mind, but the fourth night. I slept with such unease that night, restless, the difficulty of even getting comfortable, tossing side to side, trying to find that right position to settle into, and my brain just wouldn't relax and turn off, not thinking about anything specifically, or in general, just the inability, just to power down, wide, effing awake. Three nights in a row of disturbed and disturbing sleep, or lack thereof, will do that to you. But somewhere just after midnight, sleep found me, and then left. As I again found myself wide awake, with the feeling that someone was again in the room, I rolled onto my back and sat up in bed, I knew innately someone was there, I could see the white puffs of my breath, with each exhale in the moonlight, the chill was back, the sheets and the blankets were again gone too. I reached across to the nightstand, for my cell phone and touched the screen to activate the flashlight in one fluid movement, but the app wouldn't work. I instead turned up the screen light to its brightest. At 2.33 AM, looked back at me, as I flipped the phone around, and used the screen glow to help illuminate the room. I scanned the darkness looking for the source of my unease. I worked the glow slowly from left to right and sought. I sensed it there, at the far right corner of the room, six feet from the door's right, as I quickly moved the glow of the cell phone and tried to focus on a set of glowing red eyes. They read a height of about six feet off the ground, but I couldn't see good enough to tell if they were a man or a woman. They locked eyes with me only for a second, before they darted towards the closed door. The door swung open with such force, I was sure the knob dented the wall, I called out and I watched the red eyes spring from the room to the kitchen. I jumped from the bed and darted out the door, intent on catching whoever it was, and put an end to this insanity. I ran into the kitchen and then the sitting room, the foyer, the bathrooms. I searched the closets, the study, the pantry, the dining room, all empty. Nothing amiss. Nothing disturbed. Both the front and rear door still locked, bolted shut. I ran to the second floor and checked each of the bedrooms, turning on every light. 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