When the Day of Evil Comes by Melanie Wells

Author:Melanie Wells [Wells, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-307-56336-1
Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
Published: 2005-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

18

I AWOKE TO THE SOUND OF SOMETHING clattering loudly to the floor in the bathroom. Afraid to move, I cracked an eyelid and looked at the clock, its numbers glowing red beside the bed. 3:30.

Keeping my head still, I rolled my eyes around and looked at the bathroom door. It was closed. I could see a thin strip of light under the door. I was certain I hadn’t left it on. As I watched, the light clicked off.

I shot out of bed and made it to my bag in one leap, keeping my eyes on the bathroom door.

My purse (more of a backpack, really) has the weight and heft of a bowling ball. I don’t know what leads me to believe I need everything I carry around in there—I couldn’t possibly have a daily, urgent need for four different kinds of lip gloss, for instance—but for once I was glad to be so thoroughly disorganized and indecisive.

I hoisted the bag over my shoulder and froze, my eyes fixed on the bathroom door. I leaned in and listened, silently cursing the air conditioner for rattling so loudly over there by the window.

I heard nothing. Whoever was in there wasn’t making a sound.

The room was pitch black, save for the faint red glow of the digital clock. I inched my foot sideways, sliding it across the floor toward the bed. After a few steps, the polyester bedspread scratched against my ankle, and I shifted my direction to ease my way around the bed.

When I reached the night table, I felt for the phone, my hand grasping the receiver just as I realized what a stupid idea this was. Did I really want to let the boogie man hear my voice so that he could come barreling out and kill me before I completed my first sentence? Besides, who was I going to call? 911? The front desk? “Excuse me; There’s a monster in my bathroom. Could you send someone right away please?”

I didn’t have to wait to find out. While I stood there indecisively, I heard the bathroom door click open.

I lunged for the front door, grabbing the doorknob and flipping the deadbolt simultaneously I yanked on the door and heard a huge thwack as the door slammed, six inches open, against the inside latch.

I flipped on the light switch and whirled around, swinging my bag and screaming.

I faced an empty room.

The bathroom door was open.

My heartbeat almost choking me, I stepped forward slowly, bag at the ready, and moved toward the bathroom. I looked to the right as I passed by the bed. No one hiding behind it.

I stopped and listened again when I reached the bathroom door. I heard nothing. Not even breathing.

I leaped into the doorway, slamming the door against the wall with all my weight. No one was back there. I flipped on the light.

The shower curtain was crumpled on the floor, rod and all. I pushed the door flat against the wall.

The room was empty.

Lowering my bag,

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