User:Cod Father

Last Night... Me and my buddies from the station killed time after the graveyard shift with a late night drinking binge. Around 2 o'clock, by this time I had about twenty shots of whiskey in me, I hopped in the cruiser and made my way home. Barely able to keep my eyes open I pulled in to my drive way, the sky was still black. I shambled up the porch steps, struggled to remember how to work a key and opened the door. I kicked off my boots, which I soon after tripped over causing myself to hit my head on the coffee table. I laid there until I fell in to a deep sleep, now this is where it gets weird. I awoke in the floor to the crisp morning air nipping at my feet. I looked around, the door was wide open. I must have forgotten to close it, i said aloud. I closed the door and locked it. My eyes turned to the stairs, a light illuminated down the case. The sound of rushing water filled my eardrums, my girlfriend of six months Cherry must be in the shower I thought..

Hoping she hadn't seen me yet I rushed in to the kitchen and began to prepare coffee. In a desperate attempt to sober up a bit before she noticed anything. Once the coffee maker made about a cup of Folgers black coffee I heard the shower stop running and the door open. Quickly I dumped the coffee in to a mug and gulped it, Cherry pranced down the stairs being her usually happy self. Good morning sweetheart, I said loudly across the room. She smiled, Morning! I knew I smelled of alchohol so I spilled the coffee down the front of my uniform to keep her form knowing I drank again. She hated my addiction, but I just couldn't help it anymore. These strange stories I have been reading have got me paranoid about something called the rake. A dog like creature that kills people in their sleep.

I turned around and grabbed some paper towels to pat out the stain. Once I turned around Cherry was within six inches from my face. But her face was not her own, it was grey with large black eyes and long seraded teeth. I found myself gazing to the eyes of this being. It didn't take me long to realize what i was looking at, the rake. Deep black eyes that seemed to go on forever and ever. Its expression was not of any I could comprehend. It wasn't angry, nor sad, nor happy. It was just blank. I tried to look away but my stare would not break hers. My neck muscles felt as if they where made of stone, inmovable. I found my right hand reaching down for my holster. My heart filled with hatred, and sadness. A sharp intence pain dug itself in to my chest, clawing at my heart with such violence. I was unable to cringe, nor wince at the pain. I could not move anything, I had no control.I brought the pistol up to the rakes head, then pulled the trigger.

I awoke in the passenger seat in my squad car, still drunker than a son of a bitch. the clock read 2 o'clock am and the night was black. I looked out the window and noticed the vehicle was slightly rolling, in to my driveway...