Strange Night Visitors 2

Movie Night:
It was a couple days after our families Y2K millennium party and me and my husband had several movies left over that we had not watched yet. So, that Sunday night we made sure the tapes were unwound then stuck a movie in the VCR.

I don’t recall what movie we watched first, second, or third for that matter, it doesn’t seem very important now. When we were in the middle of the third one, my husband stopped the film and decided we needed some buttery popcorn to enhance our viewing pleasure. He jumped up and practically ran to the kitchen when someone knocked on our front door. “Want me to get it, or should we just ignore it?” I heard him call to me; “No, might be important, I’ll answer it,” I responded. Pulling a sweater on I strolled over to the door and casually opened it.

“God evening ma’am, I think I might have something you might find very interesting.” The man at the door was giant, but thin, and wore a black suit with a fedora style hat. He was vaguely handsome despite the fact that he was incredibly white with little blue veins across his face. However, regardless of this there was something about him that I instantly distrusted.

“I don’t need anything right now, thank you.” I’m not sure what it was, but a chill was sent down my spine.

“You sure? It will only take a minute of your time. This is something I know you will like,” he insisted.

“No, really I’m alright.” I was becoming slightly distressed as I began to realize how odd it was to see a salesman at this time of the night, so I put my hand on the door, preparing to shut it at a moments notice.

“Now ma’am, I am not leaving here tonight if you do not look at this,” he looked down at something I couldn’t see, “it is a fine thing, and if you let me step inside I can show it to you.”

There was something about him that made me feel as if he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I didn’t care though, I wasn’t letting any stranger into my house.

“Really, WE are broke, and WE can not afford anything else.” I tried to stress how I wasn’t alone.

He smiled then looked down again. When he looked back up his teeth were clenched and his eyes bulged from his head. “Are you going to let me in or not!?” I swear I could see the thin veins in his face throbbing with rage.

Shocked by his sudden change in expression I just stood there staring into his large black pupils, quivering in fear.

“Hey, you need help with anything?” I heard my husband’s voice and then felt his warming touch on my back, causing me to turn to face him.

“Yes, can you tell this man, that…” I stopped there; when I turned back, he was gone.