Vampire In The Attic

"Fuck." A male voice whisper-shouted. At first, Frank didn't wake up. But then he heard the sound of something falling over. His eyes snapped open and he looked around the dark room as if he would be able to see. But of course, he couldn't see shit.

"Mom?" Frank whispered. No one responded.

He could hear something shifting around in the room and then a swoosh, like a runner racing past at their fastest speed. And that's when it hit him, his mother was in her room and someone who didn't belong was in the house. Fear set in and Frank hid under his blanket like it would stop an ax or a bullet.

I'm gonna die, I'm going to fucking die! Frank screamed internally. He didn't want to die, not like this with someone in his house, stealing his junk and murdering him in the process. Why can't I die some other way?

Then his mother came to mind. He needed to stop being afraid and save her, he needed to call the cops.

Frank slid off the couch, leaving his blanket behind and shuffled into the dark. He wanted to turn on a light but he knew that it would send whoever it was in the house after him. That was that last thing he wanted.


Frank bumped into something solid and backed up a little. It's just a wall Frank, you're okay. Everything is o-fucking-kay. He reassured himself. Frank used the wall to lead himself down the long hall where he came to a door, the master bedroom he assumed. He twisted to knob carefully and pushed open the door, a loud creek echoing throughout the house.

"Shit." Frank squeaked as he hurried into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"Mom?" Frank stumbled around the dark room until he found a bed with a warm lump in it.

"Mom?" Frank shook the lump that he prayed was Linda. It took only a few seconds for Linda to awaken and crack an eye open.

"What?" She asked. She pushed the hair out of her sweat-drenched face and looked up at her son with a confused expression. "Someone is in the house," Frank whispered and glanced where he remembered the door would be. He was expecting some crazy person to charge into the room with a chainsaw like in the horror movies Frank watched in his free time.

Linda's eyes widened and she sat up before searching around on her nightstand for her phone. She turned it on, illuminating the space around her and Frank. She turned on her flashlight app on her phone and stood up.

"Frank, I want you to get your phone and call to police. I'm going to go look around the house." Linda said in a brave tone. Frank shook his head rapidly. He didn't want his mother who he cared so much for, to even risk getting her head cut off. Frank was still set and firm on the idea of the intruder being a chainsaw maniac.

"No, please don't mom. Let me go with you?" Frank pleaded. It wasn't just that he didn't want Linda to get hurt, he didn't want to be alone. He was afraid of what lurked in the shadows.
"Frank, it's better if we split up," Linda reassured her son. "Now let's go."

Frank sighed sadly and followed his mother to the door, the light of her phone illuminating their way to the bedroom door. Linda pulled it open, peeking out into the hallway. She sighed in relief when she found nothing. She motioned for Frank to follow so he did, creeping out into the long hallway with his mother next to him. Though once he'd made it to the living-room he split from her to find his phone.

He searched for a while, occasionally hearing something groan or creek within the house. Maybe all the sounds he heard just hours ago was the intruder? Was all the junk upstairs theirs? Could they just be a squatter checking out the fresh meat? Frank doubted it. He finally found his phone between the two cushions and dialed the emergency service line.

"Hello-" Frank cut off the responder quickly.

"There is someone in our house, we need help fast!" Frank rattled off the address before hanging up. He didn't want to spend too long on the phone as he wanted to find his mother and make sure she was safe.

His heart thundered against his ribcage. Panic had set in once again. Frank wrung his hands together before turning on the flashlight on his phone and illuminating the space around him. He had to find Linda before the cops got there.

But just before Frank could move to go find his mother, he heard soft footsteps on the stairs. Frank looked towards the living room entrance in anticipation, but after five long minutes, no one came through with open arms. Not even a crazed maniac with a chainsaw flailing in the air.

"Mom?" Frank whisper-shouted. "Linda?" Frank backed himself into the corner and looked around, using the light on his phone to illuminate the room. He found nothing which allowed him to exhale in relief.

"Frank?" The soft feminine voice of his mother whispered. He looked around quickly again, finding her near a stack of boxes in the corner opposite of him.

"Are you okay?" She said coming up to him. He nodded quickly. "I didn't find anyone, I think they may have left. You called to police, right?" Frank nodded again.

Just then you could hear sirens wailing further down the road. Linda grabbed Franks hand and led him outside onto the front lawn. Frank was pissed now, he'd been woken up and forced to fear for his and his mothers lives. They hadn't even been in the house for a week and people are breaking in.

Isn't it funny how fear can turn to anger in a matter of seconds? The way emotions can twist and form into new. Humans are truly amazing when it comes to feeling emotions towards someone or something.

About four police cruisers stopped on a dime in front of Linda and Franks house. Their sirens were off but the lights light up the entire street and the houses facing it. A few people stood on their front porches now, with confused and fearful expressions. They were likely judging the family that had moved in just hours ago.

Two officers got out of one cruiser, one of them had their hand on their weapon holster and the other hand a megaphone in hand. Oh great, we got the late night idiots. Frank thought to himself.

"Miss, please take yourself and your son further down the street to a safer place while I and my team search the house for the suspect." The officer said, using the megaphone to speak. The lovely shit show, the neighbors must be loving it. Frank thought to himself.

Linda didn't hesitate to grab franks upper arm and pull him down the sidewalk. A lady in her robe stepped out in front of them before they could even get three houses down the road.
"You and your son could stay in our house until the officers are finished searching your house." The lady offered. "That is if you'd like to... What's your name hon? My name is Donna."

"Oh, I'm Linda." Franks mother introduced herself. "And this is Frank. Oh, if you don't mind having us." Frank resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The two women seemed so alike, they'd probably become best friends after the whole ordeal.

Donna led the mother and son into her house and motioned for them to sit down on the cream colored couch. Linda sat down on the end and Frank sat down next to her.

"Is there anything I could get you two?" Donna asked as she took the seat in front of them. They both shook their heads, muttering a, 'No thank you.'

Notes

Oh man, I've been waiting to get this thing up. You see, I wrote this on my IPod about three months ago and I just found out how to transfer it. Thank God I did. Also, thank you guys for the 100+ views and 3+ subscribers.

P.S. I think my draft missed something. I'm gonna go look. Watch, it's all the edited shit and this is the crap... I think it is actually, this seems more like the rough draft I made and not the serious shit.