Indelible. Dawn Metcalf

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      “Hey, there,” Joy chirped, shouldering the cordless phone.

      “Hey...” Monica hesitated.

      Joy stopped slicing. “What’s up?”

      “Please don’t kill me or make me out to be the worst friend in the world.”

      Joy laughed and lowered the volume. “Well, with an introduction like that, how could you go wrong?” she said, switching ears. “Spill.”

      “Gordon asked if I could meet him at Roxbury downtown.” Monica paused, sounding unsure. It was weird. Monica was cocky and confident when it came to boys asking her out. She’d be the first to say that she’d had lots of practice. “And since we got interrupted last night by, well, you know...” Several things clicked together.

      “Gordon’s the guy?” Joy asked. “Mr. Wide from the Carousel?” She put down the pizza slicer.

      “Yeah.” Monica sounded guilty, maybe even shy. “But I told him I had plans tonight.”

      Joy filled in the blanks. “Plans that maybe you could get out of?”

      “Only because you’re my very best friend.”

      Joy smothered the pathetic feeling that she’d be home alone with a patch over one eye and too much food for one person. Monica sounded so hopeful. “This must be some guy.”

      Monica’s voice warmed with relief. “I’ll let you know!”

      “Spare me the details,” Joy said as she placed one of the plates back on the shelf. “Go have fun, and remember—don’t be stupid.”

      “I know. No Stupid. Sorry it’s last minute.” Monica’s voice slowed, clearly wanting to sound torn. She wasn’t fooling anyone, though. Gordon won, Joy lost. Score one for Team Penis.

      “Are you sure it’s okay?”

      “Yeah, I’m sure,” said Joy. “Rock the Rox for me.”

      “And you go enjoy some Joy time.”

      “I’ll try,” Joy said, but Monica had already cut her off with “Bye!”

      Joy hung up the phone and sighed. The last time she’d watched this movie, it’d been with her mom. There was a tight, hollow feeling in her stomach and a dry twinge in her eye. She brought her plate of pizza to the couch, tucked herself under the afghan and thumbed the remote to Play.

      Well, she still had ice cream and pizza.

      Hooray.

      * * *

      She fell asleep in the middle of Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist and woke to the sound of scratching. Joy sat up, clawing at the unfamiliar obstruction over her eye. Then she remembered: Weirdo in the club. Knife. Scratched cornea. Her fingers came away from the latex weave as she adjusted to the idea of being awake.

      Alone. Dark. Ditched by Monica. Decent movie. Cold pizza. The TV was a blue screen. The clock said 2:18.

      The scratching came again.

      Joy threw off the afghan, removing the warmth from her body. The condo felt chilly and very, very empty. The automatic thermostat was set for sixty-two. Energy-saving mode. She shivered and got to her feet, accidentally knocking cold pizza slivers onto the floor. Grumbling, she knelt and tossed them back on the plate, ruffling the thick carpet with her hand to mask the stain.

      Making her way to the door, Joy wondered if Dad had lost his keys. Why didn’t he just knock? Her brain waded through the fuzz. That didn’t make sense. She yawned. It was late. Or early. She was too tired to think straight.

      The scratching came again. But it was coming from the kitchen window.

      Turning around, Joy squinted. The sky outside was a patchwork of blue-orange low-glow. The wind was blowing through the backyard. She could hear it whistling outside. Maybe a branch was scraping the glass?

      There was a long, drawn-out scrrrrrrrrrrrick!

      A large shadow with glowing eyes loomed in the dark. The eyes were shaped like arrowheads and fiery, electric white.

      Joy stumbled.

      The eyes slanted in amusement. There was a scratch at the glass again.

      Joy’s back hit the wall, her whole body tingling. The kitchen phone was still on the couch, impossibly far away. So was her voice. So was her breath. She stared, quivering.

      A large palm pressed flat against the glass, thick fingers ending in points. There were only four of them. The hand flexed and dropped into darkness, but the eyes were still there, burning.

      Joy blinked her one eye over and over, gripping the edge of the sliding closet door. She couldn’t be seeing what she was seeing. She wanted to hide behind the coats, but she didn’t dare let the thing out of her sight. If it didn’t stay where she could see it, it could be anywhere.

      Wake up, she told herself. Wake up, Joy!

      The eyes narrowed. The claw reappeared and thumped dully against the glass. Once. Twice.

      Joy could feel her head shaking. No no no no. Her fingers gripped the fake wood. No—go away!

      The heavy hand retreated and reappeared as a fist. It struck casually, with a little more force. The window shivered. Sealant creaked. She watched the hand draw back again and slam down, spiderwebbing the first double pane.

      Joy screamed on the third impact. Screamed again when the web spread. Her heart skittered as a single gray talon tapped the splintered glass, skipping on a shard or jag, white light shimmering as the finger drew words:

      Joy stared at the words as they slowly flickered and died. The eyes and their owner faded from sight.

      She wanted to move, bolt for her room or the couch or the phone and 911.

      Smack! A bulbous nose plastered itself against the window. Joy shrieked and grabbed the flashlight out of the closet. She threw it at the broken window, knocking the light over the sink. The hanging lamp swung wildly, throwing erratic light and shadow.

      The monster laughed, lips peeling back over fat brown tusks, and slid its tongue recklessly over the shards. The mouth opened wider. Its tongue curled and shot forward, shattering a waterfall of glass.

      Joy sprinted for the couch. Laughter followed her like a rusty saw through wood. She dove, clearing the cushions, tucking smoothly into a tight, upward crouch. Her fingers shook as she grabbed the phone and dialed, botching the numbers. Joy hung up, swearing, and glanced back at the window.

      Nothing.

      She froze.

      Joy glanced around, breathing hard.

      Where was it?

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