As I laid sound asleep in my comfy bed dreaming away, I start to hear what sounds like a silenced handgun shooting out glass from the house behind my apartment. As I lay there lost in dreamland I realize those sounds aren't a figment of my imagination. I become paralyzed with fear. I remember hearing those sounds from TV shows fiction or not, so I know that sound is a sound I would much rather be oblivious to rather than awake and stiff as a board from fear.
I finally get the nerve up to investigate, not sure on whether or not I should. Based on the thought process that what I could possibly see would more than likely be something I could never un-see again. But the concerned citizen in me wanted to check to see if someone was in need of help, even though the coward in me would have rather laid in bed with the phone to my ear speed dialing 911. As I reluctantly force myself to stand up on my bed to peer out of the top left hand corner of my window to the house behind, the site i see is shocking.
The middle window of the house behind me was completely shot out and there appeared to be a larger black man seeming to be struggling with an awkward item. The neighborhood behind me is predominantly black so at first seeing him was not the shocking part. I was just about to lay back down when I see a limp arm and top half of a recently dead man be lifted up by this man. He was just about to toss this dead man out the window as you would throw your putrid trash out in the garbage can when he stopped and started speaking to someone.
This someone then walks into the line of site from my peeking corner and I see he is joined by a female carrying nothing but the decapitated head of a woman. She quickly moves around the man hoisting up the dead body and hops out the window. She looks as if she is heading my way so I panic and I lay back in bed. As I'm about to reach for my phone to dial 911 my window opens. Right about now fear is coursing through my body for my three children and I. My boys are in the room across from mine but my baby girl is in her crib parallel to my bed. I'm praying she just turns around and leaves upon seeing nothing of interest. I sense the woman walk to the shelf by my daughters crib. Still paralyzed by fear I watch as the woman sets the decapitated head on the shelf above my daughter. As she is lowering her hand away from the shelf she notices my sleeping beauty and proceeds to stroke my daughters cheek. Right about the time as my fight or flight kicks in and I'm about to raise up out of bed as quickly as I can to grab whatever I can to beat this woman to death with. She pulls her hand away from my daughter and jerks around cocking her head to the side as if a dog listening for something. I guess her partner is talking to her because she quickly goes out the window as quietly as she came in making sure it is shut exactly the same way it was before she came in.
As my curtains fall back in front of the glass, I breathe a sigh of relief and once I am for sure any vision of whats going on in my room is blocked I jump out of bed. With phone in tow I grab my daughter out of her crib and run with her to the living room. I make her a little bed on the couch and set her down so I can make sure the rest of my house is secure. I run to all the doors and lock them, and I check on my boys. Once I feel safe i sit down on the couch next to my daughter. That is when I remember the window in the bedroom, I slap my forehead and think to myself, "how could you forget that!?!?!?" I run back in to my room and I reach through the curtain to lock the window. As I turn to go back to my daughter curiosity once again grabs me against my better coward judgement and urges me to peer back through my top left most corner to see if for sure we are safe.
As I look to the house behind me all I see is a trail of blood coming out of the window with drag marks where their vehicle was once parked in the back yard. Knowing for sure they were gone allowed for a much needed wave of relief to wash over me. As I quietly began to stroll back into the living room I remembered the head she placed on the shelf above the crib. When I look to my left at the door way my gaze meets the decapitated woman's head and the fear begins to take me again...
That is when I wake up, this time for real... thank God it was all a dream... but now I'm left with the urge to look out my window.
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