I was sitting with the pugs when someone rang the doorbell. Surprisingly, the dogs didn’t bark or move. I stood up and headed to the door.
At the door, was a middle-aged woman in a form-fitting, brown, silk dress. She sported a partially graying bob. It was still mostly coal-black in color, but it moved fluidly as did her body. She was thin but not unhealthy as she was stacking eight twelve packs of Dr. Pepper from a cart to my doorstep.
Curiously, I opened the door and leaned out, she didn’t take notice until she’d finished unloading all eight twelve packs. When she did, she looked surprised, as if she wasn’t expecting me.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
The woman nodded and smirked.
“These are for your family,” she replied.
“Thanks, but we didn’t order these.”
“They are for your family,” she repeated.” Her smirk had faded. “You will pay now?”
“We did not order these.” I was growing frustrated, especially because no one in the family liked Dr. Pepper, and I wondered what we’d do with 122 cans of it. “You’re going to have to take it back!”
The woman did not approve of this response. She curled her upper lip at me and hissed. A drop of saliva landed on my cheek.
“You will take it, and we’ll receive payment!”
“I don’t think so!” I said.
The woman turned, and bent slightly, farting in my direction. She laughed afterward and began to leave. I sighed angrily and began bringing the pop inside.
Later, I was on the couch again, and outside, it was getting frosty and cold. It was also getting rather foggy when I heard the doorbell again. Again, the dogs ignored it.
I regretfully did not. I walked over, and before I could answer the door, I was struck with this immense feeling of dread. I didn’t know why exactly, but I knew something bad was going to happen.
My face pressed against the window pane, and I peered through the swirls of fog that had filled the world. I couldn’t see anyone, but I began to hear the faint sound of metal being dragged. Not just dragged along grass, but as if it was being dragged along a hard plot of cement. It was heavy, and it was growing louder.
For whatever reason, I couldn’t go sit down. I remained at the window, just listening. Waiting, watching, as the sound of the heavy metal object being dragged grew louder, as it got closer.
My breath fogged the window, as I continued to look through. A figure began to materialize in the fog. I began to hear a voice. It was faint, but it sent chills up my spine.
“Time for payment…”
I began to freeze up. My knees buckled and as much as I wanted to move from the door, I couldn’t. I even opened the door and stepped out. I don’t know why I did it. The figure was only getting closer. Within seconds, it was right by the porch.
I found myself responding each time to the voice. “How much… is it?”
My breathing was affected. It felt like parts of my throat and face were numb and swollen at the same time and I found it hard to swallow, and I still couldn’t back off and separate myself from the being. The metal dragging along cement was very loud now.
All of a sudden, I regained movement, but the figure was now upon me. It was a tall, lanky man with a long-handled axe. It seemed to shine in the fog-filled air. My heart was beating a million miles an hour.
I backed inside as the man crept closer. His nearly white blonde hair hung down over his brow in huge, flowing bangs, while the rest of his medium length hair was neatly combed back.
We were inside now, and he lifted the axe and I fell to the ground. My legs no longer worked and I couldn’t even scoot myself away on my ass. I was about to have a heart-attack, but honestly, I wasn’t going to die from that, I knew that deep inside. The man lifted up the axe, and a huge grin showed on his face, his eyes were wide as he began to laugh. It was frightening, and then his upper lip raised abnormally, revealing an his top row of teeth. They shone with such an extreme brilliance, I had to shield my eyes. The man came down with the axe. Right before it hit, I woke up.
I was with the pugs, one by each side, and I was terrified. I’d realized it was just a dream, but I began to remember bits and pieces of the dream, and the fear began to bubble to the surface again. The dread, it returned and I felt the man’s presence behind me as I looked at the pugs. Both of them looked up, but not directly at me. Their eyes looked genuinely worried and afraid. There was an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I began to feel the effects of lock-jaw. Both rows of teeth wouldn’t touch, and the pugs’ expressions still remained the same.
Against my better judgement, I turned, reached my hand behind me, and before I saw anything, a huge axe slammed down on my wrist, severing my hand, causing blood to shoot from my arm. I didn’t get the chance to scream as the man raised the axe again, and swung. All I could hear was the air rushing over the sharp edge of the axe as blood continued to spray from my wrist and then it was all over.