XV – The Doctor

Before long, the stillness of the night had been abruptly ended when the werewolves began to blitzkrieg the house again, this time more violently than the first time. The girl became frightened and covered her mouth to muffle her cries. The brother huddled close to his sister and looked up at the ceiling. Dust fell as footsteps stomped on the boards making them wobble and squeak under their weight. They all kept very quiet. The doctor didn’t even dare to move from the spot he stood. He too looked up at the ceiling. He wondered if they were going to burst in. They didn’t stand a chance against them. The doctor closed his eyes and felt his heart thump harder against his chest. The minutes passed and still no abatement. An hour passed then another.

Their growls were getting louder and louder. They sounded so close as if they stood beside him. The doctor was afraid of opening his eyes. If I must go, I will go, the doctor thought and clenched his fist waiting for the pain of their claws and teeth to tear into his skin. Waiting for the fear to overcome him.

Where are you Archibal? he said to himself. Why have forsaken me? Why do you always abandon me when I need you the most?

“I would never abandon you,” came a voice. “Don’t be afraid. They can sense your fear. Be strong, my boy, be strong.”

Hours passed, the doctor thought he was in a state of calm because he couldn’t hear the werewolves anymore. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the sister and brother staring at him in relief.

“Their gone?” whispered the girl.

The brother quickly stood up and walked over to the window. He couldn’t see them.

“They are not there anymore,” John said.

The doctor had to see for himself and looked out the window. No more red eyes were staring back at him, no more forms sitting in front of the house. They were gone.

“How is it possible?” John wasn’t reassured. “They never leave like this. They usually wait before day break.”

“Maybe something scared them,” the sister whispered.

“It’s not possible,” said John. “They must hiding somewhere.” He grabbed a kerosene lamp and heading downstairs.

“Don’t go outside,” the sister called out after him. “Please, don’t John. It might be a ruse.”

The doctor followed the man downstairs. He didn’t think it was safe to leave the house. John went from one window to another searching for them.