PELAGE ESCALIER ©️

Written By Saim Khurshid Malik

(Warning- This story is quite graphic so read with caution)

I woke up this morning with a headache haunting
my peace. I had gotten up earlier than usual and
decided against getting ready for school just yet.
I left my room which is right next to the stairs
leading down to the living room and kitchen. I was
going to head down to see if I could scavenge
some breakfast for myself when my eyes noticed
something awfully strange; the staircase was
covered in some black coating. On closer
inspection, It looked like hair or fur to be exact. I
decided not to think about it and blamed the dog.
Even though, looking back, there was enough fur
on that staircase to outweigh our dog 3 times over.
I reached down the stairs now with pants covered
in what I thought was dog hair.

Entering the kitchen, I asked, “Mom, What is with all the Fur on the staircase?”

There was no one there. Mom always
said that she always wakes up hours before
everyone else in the house. Evidently, that was not
true. Then I remembered something. Mom had very
extensive knowledge of early morning Programs. I
decided to go to her room and check on her. Just to
make sure everything was all right.

Just as I was about to leave the kitchen, I noticed
something glimmering from the corner of my eye;
Some liquidy substance shining on top of the
kitchen counter. I went closer to see what it was
and striking fear into my heart, the liquid was red.
‘Is this blood?’ I thought to myself.

The idea that mom might have cut herself scared
me. I ran to her room and barged inside kicking the
door open, “Mom!” She wasn’t there and neither
was Dad. ‘Where are they?’ I thought to myself.

I decided to run back up to check on my little Sister.
Her room was right next to mine.

As I ran, I slipped and fell into the piled-up fur on
the staircase. Now I was covered head to toe with
it. It was surprisingly sticky. I did not have time to
worry about that though, I had to check on my
sister. I tried to open her room’s door but it was
locked. I started to punch and kick onto the door to
get her attention but she would not answer.

It was then, “Bang!” A huge noise came from
downstairs. It sounded as if it came from the
kitchen. This scared me to the core. I became dead
silent. Then I heard loud footsteps as if someone
wanted me to know that they were coming for me. I
tried to not make another sound and slowly crawled
into my room. I slowly started opening the door of
my room “Creee!” The door made a huge creaking
noise. “That damn old door!” I thought to myself.

The sound of footsteps stopped and nearly so did
my heart. I quickly went into my room and not
knowing what to do I took my blanket, rolled it
around me and hid underneath the bed. Maybe the
idea was to look like rolled-up clothes.

For a solid 5 minutes, there was no sound but then
some sort of liquid touched my foot. Its stench was
unbearable and it was quickly reaching up to my
face. When It came close enough, I saw that it was
red like blood. It was at this point I had given up on
life. All I could think of was how I was going to die.
Hoping that it is quick and painless.

Then “Ahhhhhhh!” It was Mom’s voice! “She is alive
and she is in danger,” I thought to myself
underneath the bed, “I have to do something”

I quickly crawled out from underneath my bed. There
was a large bag laying on the floor. It was leaking
the same red liquid. I ran out of the room to my
mothers’ voice, jumping over the bag which I then
noticed was also the cause of the unbearable
smell.

“AHHHHHHH!” This time it was Dad’s voice and it
came from downstairs. I turned towards the stairs
and to my surprise, the fur was gone. The place
was spotless as if someone had cleaned it with
bleach.

I had no time to stand and ponder, I had to find
Mom and Dad. Once again, the house was empty. I
headed towards their bedroom. The door was still
open from me kicking it open earlier.

When I entered, I noticed that their bed was
covered in the same blood-red liquid. ‘How did I not
see that before?’ I thought to myself as I looked
around the room. I looked in the closet, in their
bathroom and even underneath the bed but there
was no one in there.

At this point, I decided to call the police. I ran to the
kitchen because mom always left an emergency
phone in one of the drawers just in case.

I picked up the phone and was about to dial the
number but to my shock more than surprise, my
mother was standing right there. She was whisking
eggs and dad; he was sitting there with a
newspaper covering his head. I called out with a
voice near tears, “MOM!” she did not turn to me. I
called out again “MOM!” she still didn’t turn to me
nor did she reply. The only action being, putting the
eggs into the frying pan. I turned to dad “Dad?”
Even he would not budge. I was so scared and
confused, I started crying.

I ran to my father and yanked the newspaper from
his hand. Blood red liquid- no, blood covered my
hand. I looked towards my father’s body; his whole
body was covered in blood but his head; it was not
there! I jumped back traumatized from what I had
just witnessed, I tripped over something. I looked to
see what had tripped over and it was the missing
Head! It was my dad’s Head!

I started screaming, “MOM! MOM! MOM!”

She finally turned around, Blood was splattered
around her body but her head was…. intact. She
looked at dad and she started screaming as well,

“Ahhhh! What have you done!” she looked at me as
if I did it.

“What?” I replied, stuttering in shock.

“You monster!” She said as she picked up a knife
and started swinging it at me, “get away from me!”
She screamed.

I got scared and started walking backwards out of
the kitchen and towards the living room, “Mom, it’s
me, your son!” I said, trying to calm her down.

She threw the knife aiming at me and it hit me right
in the shoulder. It was not a very sharp knife so it
did not go in deep. It fell to the floor after impact but
it did make my arm bleed and it hurt like her. I ran
towards the main door holding my shoulder as it
was in pain. I was stopped dead in my tracks. The
dog; he was laying in front of the door. He had been
stabbed with a large pair of scissors. In pain, he
was gasping for air.

I heard a sound called “Up here!” I turned to the
stairs and it was my sister calling me to safety.

I picked up the dog and started running towards her
but as I grew closer, she started screaming in fear
and ran back to her room. I was about to call to her
but then that stupid dog with his dying breath
opened his jaws and bit me right on my wrist.

I shook my wrist trying to get the dog off but as long
he had strength in its body, he stayed on. When he
finally let go, I was in excruciating pain and had
gone dizzy. It was then, I got hit hard on the back of
my head. I fell and rolled down the staircase to the
floor. When my eyes looked up, I saw that it was
my little sister who had stuck me with a desk lamp
in her hands.

As I laid there in pain, I saw my mother run to my
sister and grab onto her. I called out with the only
strength left in my body, “help” Mom looked at me
and started walking towards me. She held me by
the head and when I thought she had finally come
to her senses, she stabbed me right in the neck
with a knife.

Everything went dark!

When my eyes opened, I was underneath my bed
wrapped in cloth. I could feel something wet
touching my toes. I turned to see and it was that
stupid dog licking my feet. I quickly rolled out from
underneath my bed. The dog started following me. I
got scared and quickly jumped onto the desk next
to my bed. The dog just stood there looking at me. I
was afraid that he would attack me the first chance
he got. I looked around to see if there was anything
that I could use to defend myself. I saw my lamp lit
up next to me. I quickly unscrewed the light burning
my hands in the process as it was hot and threw it
with all the strength in my body at the dog. The
glass shattered and cut open the dog. I saw that
dog whimpering in pain as he dragged himself out
of the room.

From there I jumped onto my bed so I would not get
cut from the glass on the floor and got off from the
other side. I left the room and next to it was my
sisters’ room. I started knocking on her door waiting
until she opened it. I looked around for a weapon
as I waited and found a clothes Iron right next to
me. I turned it on so it would get hot.

When my sister finally opened her door, “What do
you want? And why are covered in hair?” She said
as if she didn’t know.

I picked up the Iron and bashed it onto her face. I
aimed the Iron for her tongue hence she couldn’t
scream. Then I struck her again, this time in the
eye with the sharp point in front of the iron. I saw
her eyes melt to the burning heat. I was about to hit
her in the other eye as well but she pushed me
away. I looked to my side and saw a dartboard. I
removed a dart and aimed it at her as he stumbled
around in the room. Bullseye! Right in the neck!

She fell to her knees now with her face burned and blood sprinkling through her neck like a garden
hose.

“Why?” she said with arrogance in a stuttering
voice.

This made me angry. I jumped onto her and pushed
the Dart as deep as I could into her throat,
screaming, “You know why!” She fell to the floor
inches away from death.

Then I heard a voice, “What’s that noise up there?”
It was Mom.

I ran down the stairs. She was in the kitchen.

“I can’t believe her!” I said when I saw that She had
put dads’ body back in the position with the
newspaper covering where his head used to be. I
said to myself “She is a Psychopath” I entered the
kitchen light on my step so she didn’t notice. I saw
that a knife was laying on the counter on my right. I
picked it up and charged towards her. She turned
around and I swung the knife right into her neck.
She fell to the floor, the sudden shock prevented
her from screaming. I then continued to stab her in
the face. I had to make sure she was dead.

But then I heard a voice which shook me to the
core, “What did you do?” It was my fathers’ voice.

I turned around and there he was standing in front
of me looking as scared and traumatized as I was
when I saw his decapitated head, “How are you
alive? It’s not possible!” I shouted towards him.

He came near me trying to take the knife from my
hand. For some reason, maybe shock, I did not let
go as he kept on yanking. Finally, I let go but dad
ended up accidentally stabbing himself in his
shoulder. Dad fell to the floor. I got scared. I just got
up and started running. I jumped through the
Kitchen window and kept on running. I ran out of
the neighbourhood, I ran out of town, I didn’t stop
running till I reached here.

AJMAL: That is a weird story, MALIK. When did you
write it?

MALIK: Oh, It’s all true.

AJMAL: What?

MALIK: I was not telling you a story. All that
happened.

AJMAL: Real funny!

MALIK: I told you that I killed my family and you’re
finding it funny

AJMAL: What the hell are you talking about? Dude,
you’re 46 years old. Not to mention, your parents
died years ago! Please tell me this is a joke,
MALIK.

MALIK: What do you mean?

AJMAL: Dude, why are you wearing a fur-covered
costume?

MALIK: What costume? This fur is real

AJMAL: Tony, you’re dressed in a werewolf
costume! I can even see the tag on the side. Don’t
tell me that blood on your chest is real.

MALIK: No, you are lying!

AJMAL: You are starting to freak me out, dude.

MALIK: The fur is real!

AJMAL: I don’t care if the fur is real!

MALIK: Say that it’s real!

AJMAL: That’s it, Dude, I’m calling the police. I
have a wife and children for god’s sake.

MALIK: Do you know something, AJMAL?

AJMAL: What?

MALIK: This is the 7th house I have been to tonight

AJMAL: Whaa… Hey! Put that knife down dude. I
am not joking du….MALIK! sto…

MALIK: You should have said it’s real!

AJMAL: You stabbed me! You maniac!

MALIK: Don’t worry, I kill children first.

AJMAL: You Monste….

MALIK: Good night!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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