­(Horror) A hot night in my town - Short Story Written by Richard Jr Ocaya

‘Yo bro did I tell you of the night where I slept with my windows open?’ I asked my brother.

‘No. And why the fuck would you do that?’ he asked.

‘Because it was hot as hell, even you felt that heat. Trust me you want to hear this story, but promise me that you won’t tell mama; it will drive her nuts.’

‘Hmm,’ he muttered. Whenever he did that it was either he was scared or really interested in what I was about to tell him. 3 years older than me but I was much more mature and braver than he was. Our relationship made me realize age really is a number.

‘I know you won’t believe me but I’ll say it anyway. Last Monday night was the night I slept with my windows open. Well only the top one was open. I obviously didn’t sleep with any blankets and I wore only shorts. Even after doing that I could hardly sleep. I was fidgeting and half awake. When I finally managed to be comfortable enough to sleep, I am not sure what the time was because as you know I don’t have a phone to check. Anyway, when I managed to be comfortable enough to sleep and the heat was cooling down, I was woken up by a gentle knock from outside the window. It went tap, tap, tap. I could not see what it was because the curtain was covering it. If I can tell you how my heart sank you won’t even be able to imagine it.

‘I raised my sweaty head which quickly became cold. The sweat that was soaked into my bed sheets became so cold I wanted to wear a jacket and cover myself with a blanket.

‘I forced myself to calm down because the knocking had stopped and I chose to believe it was the bats that live in our attic and come out at night. The heat started come back. I laid my head back to rest and the knocking came again from outside. Tap, tap, tap. It was so gentle but the way it made me feel so terrified bro.... I can’t! The knock was the exact same pitch and tempo as the first knocking. I got off my bed, ran for a blanket and returned to bed. I sat in silence looking at the window which I was now to scared to close, but I had to.

‘Tap, tap, tap. I decided to be courageous so I ran out my bed, looking away from the window, reached for the window handle and guess what.’

‘What,’ my brother asked.

‘A hand held my wrist. It was so cold I felt crazy to believe I was struggling to sleep because of the heat. My body froze in shock. I pulled my hand back violently and looked out. When I looked out, I saw such a beautiful goddess bro. Neuro-melanated queen bro. Her eyes were so beautiful. It was like looking up at a starry night sky bro. She looked my age or maybe a year younger at 18. I’m not sure here age but what I’m trying to say is that cherry eo ke stocko dawg. She smiled at me when I locked eyes with her. I then noticed her k9’s both upper and below were quite long and sharp and extremely white. She wasted no time and asked, “Can I come in, I am hungry.”

‘Obviously, you know me, I don’t think with my dick.’

‘You said no? Ai, you… I have always told you that you are an idiot,’ my brother said.

‘Whatever, I said no and she said is this how you to treat women?’

‘I said that I don’t know you and I don’t like your vibes. Please leave the property before I call my family. And like that she left.’

‘Yoh bruh,’ he said shaking his head.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘Gwab’s will be the end of you’.

‘Man just shut up and listen I am still not done. As soon as she left, I closed the window and immediately it became hot again. I still don’t understand how. I grabbed my laptop and searched for what I just encountered. Apparently, many novels and movies have been created around such occurrences and are listed as fiction.’

‘What did it say?’ He asked.

‘It said I came across a vampire.’

‘Yeah dummy she was gonna suck you dry.’

…

‘Anyway, I soon realized that reality is stranger than fiction. How else would the creators create such things from their mind if they had not experienced such things in their reality. It’s like telling a child to draw something it has never seen before; it’s impossible because it needs reference.’

‘Just don’t leave the windows open next time’ he said, ‘Did you see that four series come in?’ He asked changing the topic. He loves cars.

‘Oh that one,’ I asked. It was red and parked under the shade. The windows were tinted I couldn’t see within. I looked at the car and it had a familiar vibe to it.

Goosebumps, the wind no longer felt warm but slightly chilly. The passenger lowered the window and looked directly at me and I immediately recognized who it was. It was the vampire. She smiled, rolled up the window and the car drove away.

[The end.]


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Copyright©, Richard Junior Ocaya, 2024.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

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