The Enfield Horror

Hello, my name is Noah Harper. I’m 49. When I was 8 years old, something bizarre happened. It was 8:03 p.m. and I was getting ready for bed, I was brushing my teeth. By the time I was in bed my little sister, Grace was out cold. We had to share a bedroom, it was horrible, It took very long for me to sleep, so, I wanted to talk to her, but since she was only a toddler she fell right asleep. It was like the sandman had a bone to pick with her. I was beginning to get drowsy until I heard a tapping on my window.
Fifteen hours earlier I got up from bed. I was woken up by my little sister watching The Pink Panther Show. She was an early riser, it made up for her sleeping addiction. When I wake up, I usually get up, and watch tv with Grace until my parents woke up. When they did, my mom gave me a bowl full of Franken Berry. I never ate cereal with milk, I thought it was a crime. Later, my parents woke up. I ate breakfast and as always, Grace through her daily fit at the table. She catapulted her milk soaked Cheerioats at my parents and me, screeching and yelling. God knows what she was screaming about. Sadly she died in a car crash roughly 20 years ago. Despite her fits, we got along. I swung my backpack onto my shoulders, and scrambled over to the bus.
It was a tough day of school, we were doing subtraction in math class, I hated math class. I thought it was useless and I’d never use it. After math, it was lunchtime. We ate the same old slop everyday, refried beans and applesauce. I almost never ate lunch, my mom would give me goldfish and apple-slices, which about filled me up for the day. The day was very boring, our recess time was reduced because of a kidnapper crisis. The teachers were over-worried about it. After school, it was pickup time. Something didn’t feel right though, my friend, Brian Lasowski, wasn’t being picked up by his mom instead, a short man wearing a yellow jacket allured him to his piercing blue Volkswagen. I didn’t want to get involved. I approached my moms car.
When I got home, I hung my backpack on the coatrack, greeted Grace and my dad. And ran upstairs. I leaped onto my bed, and turned on my Magnavox Odyssey and started to play. As I played Alien Invaders, I began to think about Brian. I hoped he was ok. I tried to lie to myself, telling myself it was his dad or babysitter. I turned off the console. I stumbled downstairs and told the story to my dad. He walked to the telephone and called 911. I was surprised, I never saw that happen before. And then it hit me. He could be dead. I worried and worried. I wondered why the man would kidnap him, was it the accomplishment or for his own mere amusement?
It was time for dinner. I couldn’t eat the eggs and mashed potatoes. I had a stomachache from worrying about Brian. My dad looked at me and said “Brian will be fine, Noah.” I had a lump in my throat I couldn’t respond if I wanted to. My dad told my mom the whole story. She said to me “Don’t worry sweetie.” She said in a caring voice. I highly doubted that. We were all silent. Grace was in bed, she was stressed in silence.
I was getting ready for bed by brushing my teeth. I fell into bed. I was busy thinking about Brian, frantically worrying. Just as I was getting drowsy, I heard a tapping on my window. The wind was howling. I heard a voice from behind the window. It sounded like my mom. The voice said “Come here children. Follow me children.” I squished my face into my pillow, hiding under the covers. I didn’t want to end up like Brian. The voice spoke again amongst the howling wind, “Come with me children.” Again, “Follow me children.” Five minutes later the voice stopped speaking. I tiptoed towards the window and pushed the curtains out of the way. That’s when I saw it’s face. It was meaty and grotesque, with piercing eyes that stared into my soul. It had small scab covered arms that stuck out from the back of its head. It had three strong legs under its head. I winced in horror as the eyes of the creature dilated. I ran out of the creatures sight. I caught a glimpse of it bouncing over to the front door. I hid under my bed. Soon later I heard thumping at the front door.
I heard the sound of a door breaking down. Then light footsteps in my bedroom. I saw the three feet of the creature bouncing around on the floor. I prayed that it wouldn’t hurt Grace. Once again, it said “Come here children. Follow me children.” Then I stared in horror as the creature bounced towards Grace’s side of the bed. It said again, “Come here children. Follow me children. It bounced out of my bedroom. I wanted to sigh in relief but I didn’t want to risk it coming back. I hid under the bed all night until morning.
At morning, I got up and told my parents the whole story. None of them believed me. No matter how hard I tried to stress to them, they didn’t believe me. Later that day, Brian wasn’t at school. My heart sunk. I held back my tears all day.
THE END…
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