The Uninvited Guest

Everyone is asleep in the city of London, except for one frightened old man and a monstrous beast of the night… The Thunder roared. The windows sheen glinted in the dim moonlight. Joseph Crew, an old and frail man, almost seemed lifeless with his duvet wrapped tightly around him. He lay still for a drip of sweat trickled down his wrinkled forehead and into his ear. A disturbing tap sounded in his kitchen. Tap…Tap…Tap. With struggling effort, he pulled himself away from his secure, creaking structure of a bed. He stood up. His safety had now left him. He made his way to the Kitchen. The floorboards seemed alive as they creaked under his sweat drowned slippers. Finally, he had reached the kitchen doorway. With a gasp of air, he opened the door as he simultaneously exhaled. His heart jumped to his throat as his cat screamed and ran through his legs and out of the arched door to his garden. But then he realized: why was his arched door open? Joseph felt isolated as he didn’t know what to do, or where to turn. He ran over to the arched door and the moist air hit his face. He peered around the corner into his back garden. He stepped forward a few paces and there was his swimming pool, with a little extra. There, lying in front of him was a dead cold body in his swimming pool.

Joseph didn’t know what to do. Before he could make his mind up, a noise sounded behind him. He turned round slowly, but the only thing he found was a hedgehog running into a bush, dimly lit by a lantern. The fragile old man turned round with a sigh of relief. His eyes widened. The body, once floating in his small swimming pool was gone. Trembling with fear, he ran back into his kitchen and shut the doors as tight as he could.

Just when he thought it was safe, he heard the rustling of the carpet in the front room, like something heavy was being dragged. Suspicious of this, he made his way towards the open door, with a torch in one hand and a metal mop in the other. Without any hesitation, he lunged forward into the front room. Joseph slowly scanned the room following his torchlight. Suddenly, his angry expression fell to an uneasy frightened face. There in front of him was the wet, soiled dead body, once in the swimming pool, but something was missing. He tore his shocked face away from the sight and ran to his phone. Halfway there, he was stopped in his path. There, illuminated in the dark, but dim moonlight, a monster, tall, shoulders shrouded, and sharp claws clenching a bloody pile of flesh, stood staring at its next victim. But one thing that Joseph will never forget is the grimy gritty grin… of the un-invited Guest!



… What happened that night with Joseph Crew is still a mystery to the police inspectors. Everyone seems to think that he was a suicidal murderer. But who knows who will be the next victim of the Un-invited Guest!