The story of Kassidy Green

The constant beeping pulled me from my sleep, my room was pitch black, the moon hidden from view by the clouds. I reached to check my phone to see the security feed, but after feeling around my bedside table I remembered I left it charging in the kitchen. The earlier events of tonight were foggy, I remember having a few drinks with friends for a movie night we had planned. I must've forgotten to bring my phone upstairs with me after they left. I began to creep to my door, I listened for any sounds of an intruder, but it was deadly silent apart from the alarm. I start to leave my room, slowly, the fear pulsing through me making me on edge. 

I peer down the stairs, nothing looks out of place, but my gut says there's something amiss. 

I walk down the hallway jumping around corners ready to attack but I'm met with nothing.

Maybe the alarm scared them off, the police should be here soon anyway, my worries began to fade at the thought but suddenly, I saw a shadow run from the corner of my eye. I race to the kitchen, reaching for the knife rack, my hands shake, turning white from my grip.

“If anyone's there the police is on the way” I yell into the darkness, but only silence greets me, until,

“Hello”

The voice sounds feminine, but I can’t tell what direction it came from.

“I have a knife” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, my declaration gets me no response.

The consistent beeping reminds me of why I came down here. I reach for my phone, but I see movement. I whirl around only to be met with my cat, Mitsy. She stares at me from the island, I breathe a sigh of relief, I had forgotten about her. I pick her up and reach for my phone again, dialing the police, but before I can hit call, Mitsy starts to wiggle forcing me to put her down. She dashes into the hallway. 

“Mitsy” I whisper yell in aggravation, putting down the phone, I grip the knife and follow. 

‘What if the person finds her and hurts her’ the thought brings a spark of anger rushing through me.

“IF YOU HURT MY CAT I’LL KILL YOU” I yell out into the house. It’s silent for only a moment until, 

“Hey” 

I again fail to figure out where it is coming from, I look around but can’t seem to find them. I slowly creep into the dark living room to find Mitsy sitting there innocently watching me. I sigh in relief, and go to grab her before hesitating . 

Her eyes look almost humanoid, but I brush it off to it being the lighting and bring her back to the kitchen to get my phone. Every corner I turn I prepare to defend myself, but I find no one. I make it back to the kitchen, setting Mitsy down on the counter before pausing, her eyes feel as if she's staring into my soul. My body feels cold as fear consumes me, I slowly start backing away, reaching blindly for my phone while maintaining eye contact. The moment my hand comes in contact I rush upstairs. Shutting and locking my door, I see her paws trying to reach under the door.

The door rattles, shaking the walls, I scream in terror pushing my dresser to block it. 

“Hello, hello, hello”

It repeats like a broken record, tears flood out of my eyes, as one word comes to mind.

Skinwalker, I've heard of them, it can take the form of animals to trick people. It starts scratching on the door, and running around. Its paws scraping the floorboards. It starts to knock on the door.

“Hey”

“GO AWAY” I scream, I start to sob, terrified. I reach for my phone.

“911 what's your emergency?”

“I need help, there's something in my house!”

“Something or someone?”

“Something! I thought it was my cat but I don't know anymore!”

“Alright, can I have your name and address please”

“Kassidy Green, I live on Elkwood drive, 768”

“Alright Kassidy, my name's Irene, I'm going to help you until the police get there, do you have somewhere safe you can hide?”

The pounding starts to increase the hinges straining under the weight. 

“It’s starting to break through!”

I scream in terror when a piece of wood goes flying past me, it punched a hole through the door, its limbs reach through desperately trying to reach me. 

“Kassidy? Kassidy what's happening? Are you okay?”

“It’s breaking through the door!”

“Is there anything you can use to defend yourself with? Or somewhere to hide? A window you can escape through?”

“I think I can try the window, but I'm on the second floor”

“ O-okay t-t–try… window…-fal–... pol-.. Don’t…”

“What? You're breaking up!” 

“Kassid…-don’t…u-p..”

It starts tearing more pieces of the door off, 

“HEY,HEY, HELLO,” it starts speaking frantically, its voice sounding warped and unnatural. 

I leave the phone to rush to the window fumbling with the lock to get it open.

“Kass-.... are-.....hello?

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Red and blue lights flash, sirens wail, people in uniforms of blue and black spread across the scene. 

“Chief!, we found something” yelled an officer,

Lying in the grass of the backyard is a mangled body of…. Something. 

“What…. is that?”

Broken glass surrounds the body,

“It must've came from the window” 

Walking into the bedroom the officers were greeted with the site of the remains of the door scattered around the room, blood spread on the floors, a dresser in bedded in the wall.

“What do you think did that?” asked one of the fresh recruits

Officer Samuel suddenly ran into the room out of breath and pale, 

“Y-you should see this”

Walking back outside and further down the street, there on the neighborhood playground lay the body of Kassidy Green, her face left frozen in absolute terror. Her limbs were bent at disturbing angles, blood pooled from wounds, bruised from head to toe. A few of the officers couldn’t stomach the sight and ran off. 

The story made news headlines, it was the talk of the town. Eventually it died down and people moved on, but there was one person who would never forget. After the incident Irene Wilson, quit her job as a 911 operator, and was later emitted into a psychiatric ward. She became terrified of all animals, she couldn’t sleep for weeks as every time she closed her eyes she could hear the screams of Kassidy Green.