Crying in the Night

A Sharky Writing Challenge ... January 07, 2007

A Sharkly Writing Challenge

Crying in the
night

She was bending over at the
wooden door the sweat pouring off her, her heart beating rapidly I can't
possibly do this she thought and she was still feverishly hammering thinking of
the horrible noises she had heard down in the dark gloomy basement last night,
when she heard a noise stood up straight and turned around too put the hammer
down on the table and another hand a cool smooth hand touched
hers

She jumped back and dropped
the hammer on her foot

“OW”

“Hey babe” her next door
neighbour virtually yelled in her ear

“Didn’t mean too scare you just bringing in some lettuce and tomatoes from me garden you know mine are the freshest around”

He looked at the door then
the nails sticking out haphazardly this way and that, bent over some even on the
floor, hammer marks on the wood then turned to her standing there with a look on
her face like a scared deer under the headlights standing on one leg holding
trying too hold her foot in one hand.

He hurriedly placed the sack on the counter and grabber her by the shoulder guiding her too a chair, “Here sit hunny I’ll make you a cup of tea”
“Gordon you know I don’t like tea and I don’t like you calling me hunny either and don't yell in my ear” Now she was rubbing her foot in one hand and her ear with the other

But hun’ he stopped himself

Helen you look like someone just died and why in the name of all is holy have made such a mess of that door

“Coffee Gordon” she gasped and I’ll tell you all about it

Early this morning I woke to
the sound of a baby crying
“Ain’t no babies around here Helen”

“I know that Gordon now don’t interrupt”

I woke too the sound of a
baby crying and well I know there aren’t any around here not unless
someone’s got one hidden and you know this neighbourhood I don’t
think that secret would keep long

As I came down the stairs too the kitchen, the crying got louder and more intense, it seemed too be coming from the behind that door she pointed too the basement door

It was very dark and very
cold down there I’ve never been further than the bottom of the stairs down there
in the basement I don’t like it never have
Even though the rest of the house is bright and sunny the basement is cold dark and gloomy and it smells nasty too

I just don’t go down there at all but the crying was coming from down there I just had too go it was so pain filled and the feeling I was getting from it well it was making me cry too I had too go, step by step in the dark each step getting closer too the sound

Suddenly

“Whoa what’s that” Gordon
jumped back spilling his coffee on the table

“Oh that Gordon is the source of the crying, that cat was trapped down in the basement and it was crying its head off, of course it wasn’t going too sit at the door oh no, I had too go right down and grab it too get it out.

Help me hammer these last few
nails into the cat door will you please Gordon otherwise that door will never be
opened again and that cats going too wake me up every night"

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