They Stare

Sirens. Sirens screeching in every direction. I have nowhere else to go but face my fears. Being accused with murder. It wasn't me, but it looks like it was in the situation I'm stuck in. Then the idea struck me, Dig. I took my shovel out of my old worn backpack I got for a camping trip years ago, and started a massive hole, that would later be my grave.

A month earlier.

I wake up to a screaming alarm clock striking  6:30. Ugh, the most worst part of the day... Waking up. I steadily get up and head towards the bathroom to freshen up. The air is warm and feels my body with determination as I comb through the knots of my tangled hair. As I carefully put the comb on the shelf with my other hair products something felt off... Almost as if someone is watching my every move. I turn around expecting to see my cat on the window seal but nothing was there. "How strange." I mutter under my breath, and walk out of the bathroom.

I calmly walk into my kitchen to see my cat, Scarlet, sitting on the counter resting. I don't want to disturb her so I quietly go and look at the clock. 6:40 AM. "Not bad." I say aloud, "I still have time to eat." I carefully grab a white bowl and set it down on the counter top and go to get my cereal and milk. as I'm about to grab hold of the fridge to get the milk I get the same sense I had in the bathroom. I know its not my cat cause when I looked she was still resting. A chill goes through my spine as the feeling passes by. Suddenly I lost my appetite and let go of the fridge handle and put my bowl back. I grab my car keys and check Scarlet's food supply in her bowl. Almost full. " Good." I whisper. I head to put my shoes on real quick so I'm not late then head off.

The Deed

"I'm late!" I shout at the top of my lungs while sitting in my car.