Suddenly the thing lunged towards the door again but this time I saw its hairy hand come in through the crack the door allowed and it was feeling behind the door for whatever was keeping it from swinging open. I jumped forward and hit the hairspray at the same time as I struck the lighter and flame throwed the hairy hand reaching in. It growled with anger and yanked its hand back through the doorway crack. Next we could hear it pounding on the backside of the bathrooms. We discussed making a run for our car but I thought our best chances were to stay in the bathroom where there were no windows and only the one way in and out to protect. The trashcan looked beat to hell but if anything it beaten the round top into a more square head or perhaps better said place to catch the door on if something tried to push its way in again. The thing tried several more times to push the door open but it didn’t slam against the door again. We heard it circle around the building a few more times but we couldn’t hear it any more but of course we were afraid to come out of the bathroom. The next morning shortly after the sun came up we were woke by the sound of a vehicle coming down the road. I cautiously opened the bathroom door up to be greeted by the warm sunlight and a pickup truck fanning dust into the air as it drove past us. I waited in the bathroom for it to get past and then went out and gathered up what clothes I could find, we dressed and then looked around. There were big footprints in some of the dirt around the building but nothing so impressed that we could have went some where and got plaster and came back and made a mold. That wasn’t really on our minds anyway but later on someone asked me why we didn’t and it occurred to me that I don’t think we could have if we had tried. Her and I split up after we got back home. I think I reminded her of that night too often and that it was just too dramatic for her because I still have nightmares about that night. In my dreams the trash can doesn’t hold but I always wake up before I can see the face attached to the hairy arm with the burnt spot on it; that’s already in the room reaching around in the dark for something to grasp hold. The End |  |