The Uninvited Read Free

and as he did a burst of pain exploded through his leg. Steven used the zippo to see what it was and could see the man holding firmly to a meat hook with the business end sticking through Steven’s calf. Steven cried out in pain and Christy muffled her screams, trying unsuccessfully to remain silent as she watched her own personal horror show taking place.
    Steven lost the poker when the man broke skin, sending a surge of pain through his leg. He tried to keep the man from dragging him to the outside but could do little. Steven, no slouch himself, could tell that he looked like a runt compared to this behemoth of a man. He kicked with his good leg at the man’s legs as he walked. Steven got it just right kicking his leg into the man’s and sending it behind him throwing the man off balance. The man fell, hitting his head on a side table before collapsing to the ground. Christy yelped, “Oh my god, move baby move, get your poker. Get your poker and kill that fucker!”
    Steven went to stand and realized his left leg was for shit with the meat hook through it. He gripped at it and knew it wasn’t going anywhere without a professional lovingly removing it; one that he hoped would be equipped with painkiller drugs, and anesthesia. He stumbled on a knee looking more like a gorilla moving through his living room than a man. Steven could tell he was seriously injured as the blood loss was beginning to slow down his way of thinking. He shook his head and gripped the poker. He pushed up from the ground with its help and hobbled towards the man quickly.
    Christy yelled, “See who it is?”
    Steven yelled, “I don’t give a shit who it is, that’s going to be for the coroner and police to figure out.”
    “What baby?”
    “I’m going to kill the mother fucker. We can call the police later.”
    Steven got within skull striking distance of the man and the poker whistled through the air as he swung at the man’s masked head. When it was within inches of striking him the strangers right hand came from nowhere gripping it. The man sat up, shaking off his own damages and placed his other hand on the meat hook, pulling it as hard as he could and yanking it free from Steven’s leg. A geyser worth of blood sprayed out in every direction and Steven collapsed to the ground screaming bloody murder, deservingly so.
    Steven released his grip on the poker and fell to the ground. The man took it and the meat hook and got back up to his feet. He took the meat hook down in one long swing, sticking it through Steven’s shoulder this time. Steven screamed again, clawing at it, cursing every word he knew and a few new ones at the man to let go. The man did not listen to anything, he simply started his walk back outside with Steven in tow. He did not drag him across the broken window, this time he went to the front door, opening it and disappearing into the dark.
    Christy, watching all of this in horror, had no way of knowing what was happening on the outside. She ran to their room grabbing a Maglite and shining it from the second story down on the man who seemed ignorant to it. Steven was clawing at the man but with the position he was facing, straight up being dragged backwards through dirt and gravel, it did little good to save him.
    Christy had tears running freely and a rage she hadn’t felt in decades coursing through her body. She pounded on the window hard with the light, shining it down upon them and leaving a thirty-foot silhouette of the man casting him into an even larger monster than he already was. He stopped at the barn’s entrance, disappearing into the darkness. Steven lay there bleeding and trying to crawl away but with one lame arm and leg there was no getting away. Christy wanted to go to the stairs but couldn’t bring herself to leave the window.
    The man appeared in the second story of the barn and stared directly across at Christy. It had taken her a minute to realize where he had gone, and then to her horror what he