Special Delivery

Why are humans such... Well I wouldn't say dumb, but... Okay, yes I would. Why are humans so dumb? They can't learn to take the hints of a bad situation, and act upon them. Now, not all humans seem to be blockheaded. Maybe it's just my owner? Oh dear, I hope not. Well, before I start to rag on him I should probably give some reasoning for my remark.

It was Halloween night and my owner, John, had received a job as a pizza delivery man about a month ago. I don't understand why someone would order a pizza on Halloween night, but at exactly 12 o'clock, Pezzo's Pizzeria received a call from a raspy voiced old woman. She ordered six large plain pizzas. When I say plain, I mean plain. She demanded that the pizza be brought without cheese or pizza sauce. What a silly idea. As John was on the phone with the mysterious lady, I decided now was a good time to scavenge. I haven't always been a house pet you know. I stalked to the nearby park, my owner obviously not paying attention to my leash. It was almost pitch black, but I didn't care. As I found a plump squirrel, a group of screaming kids flew past me leaving behind colorful wrappers containing the sweetest of sweet candies. The squirrel had already left, so I figured now would be a good time to try one of these savory little bundles of joy. As I worked my claws to unwrap the candy, I witnessed my owner yelling my name desperately into the harsh autumn air. I quickly rolled my eyes, let go of my candy, and trotted towards him, thankfully licking his ankle. I could tell he was nervous as he forced a fake smile against his crackling lips. "Come on boy, we've got one more delivery to make and then we can go home, how's that sound?" I pleaded against his leg as he tied the leash back up to my collar. He boarded his bike with a sudden new confidence I had never seen in him before. Maybe it was fake or maybe he was just desperate to collapse in his welcoming bed, but I wished I could see more of this boy.

Holding onto the handles with one hand and my leash with the other, we boarded. As I pranced ahead of him I could tell something wasn't right. The trick or treaters were starting to go home and the once joyful screams of children had now left and Halloween didn't feel the same. My owner let out an exasperated breath he didn't know he had been holding once he reached the top of the dingy hill. This was one side of town we had never visited before and everything set off a very eery vibe. As he walked the bike up to 103 Burstone way, I took a moment to consider my surroundings. The air was harsh and cold, the only heat was occupied by the stack of pizza boxes. I huddled closer, shivering silently. The house we were approaching seemed to be one of an old Victorian Style painted a sorrowful color of maroon. My paws clicked against the cracked cement. I huddled up close to my owner trying to push away my negativity. John's knock boomed against the hand crafted door. No response. Again, a thundering crack on the wood. No answer. As I looked up to the door I noticed a suspicious eye peering down at us. I whimpered, cuddling John's leg. He rested a hesitant yet comforting hand on me. His eyes seemed to tell me ' It's going to be alright ', but even I could see the lie hiding in his honey eyes. Again another knock and a blood curdling scream pierced through the air. The cry for help seemed to be coming from up the stairs, but we stayed at the door shaking. Or at least I was shaking. I could practically see the steam rise in John's eyes. Once more he pounded on the door. The door creaked open. I still remember the sound of the door swinging open. It was straight out of a horror movie. Suddenly, I wished I was back in my natural habitat without a care in  the world. I closed my salty eyes remembering chasing the flock in the field, trotting through the high grass, taking an eventual lap of cool spring water. Oh how I wished I could go back in time. How I wish I had never run into the young farm boys arms as he asked his parents ' can we keep him? '. How I wish I had just run away when the family decided to move across the state. How I wish I had never loved my owner so much. But here I was and I had to make the best of it. No turning back, I thought. I was surprised when no one occupied the space in front of us. But I was even more surprised when my owner stepped inside. 'What an idiot! ' I thought. This is where the thickheaded piece comes in. We had just received a call from a suspicious caller, than arrived at an even more suspicious house, heard a blood curdling scream come from upstairs, and now he wants to go inside?! Oh yah, cause that makes sense. I groaned as I followed him inside. I couldn't just leave him in there to die without a witness. My claws clapped against the hardwood.
" Hello?! Is anyone there?" He called out as he entered what seemed to be the greeting hall.
" I uh- have the pizza? You called for six pizzas. Are you okay? I heard a scream,"  his voice echoed.
What a great idea I thought, to explain to some obviously deranged person that you heard what no one else was supposed to hear. Again, his rubber converse lunged forward into a kitchen as he squinted his eyes.
"Hello? Is that you? Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid you're going to have to pay for these. "
Silence.
Trey cleared his throat, "Ma'am? I'm sorry are you... Asleep?"
Was she asleep? I crawled ahead of him to examine the lady hunched over in the chair. I licked her face to see if she reacted. No reaction. Something wasn't right.... Her skin was deathly cold and her face drooped. Again I licked desperately. Tray slithered over, placed his thumb against her pulse.
"N-no pulse" he breathed. Suddenly the air seemed to get colder. This girl was dead.... Now that I closely examined her I saw that she had hand prints against her neck. She had been chocked. I looked up to Trey for reassurance, but his face was as hard as a rock as he stared in front of him outside the window. I followed his gaze and gasped sharply. Outside the window stood a pale white man. His eyes were stretched the farthest they could be, his red thin lips bared perfectly sharpened teeth. I looked up to Trey and he was pale. I began to desperately tug on his pant leg. Please.... I whimpered, but he wouldn't budge. The girl was obviously dead and this man.... This creature was most likely the cause of her death. Move! I pleaded and whimpered. I looked back up at the window and the man was gone.... He either left or came inside. Hopefully he left.. But I didn't want to be here to find out, so I started to tug on Trey. Finally, he got the hint and we started to walk back towards the front entrance, leaving the pizzas discarded. When he reached out for the door knob, an eery voice came from behind us. " Why are you leaving so soon?" Trey felt a cold brittle hand against his shoulder and a a hot breath against his neck.