The Seers

The walls moved. Deanna tried to scream. Her eyes pleaded with Big Mike to see. Without warning she went mad, kicking and swing. Mike ran toward her only to slam into an invisible barrier. Scratches and bite marks materialized on her legs and arms. She hit the floor with such force it knocked loose the scream lodged in her throat. Little Mike burst into the room, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Dogs daddy, ugly dogs hurt momma,” he cried.

“Go to your room,” Big Mike shouted. Deanna crawled toward him, ribbons of flesh hung from her body. He reached for her; razor sharp fangs sunk into his hand, blood poured from the large puncture wounds. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911, but what would he say, invisible demon dogs were ripping his wife to shreds?

“911, is this an emergency?”

“Please help us, something’s killing my wife.”

Deanna stopped struggling. She lay in a pool of blood, looking more like ground beef than a human being. Mike squeezed past her and grabbed their son.

“Dogs gone daddy. Why dogs bite momma?”

“I don’t know,” he sobbed. Sirens wailing in the distance meant the police were close. Mike held his son and walked onto the porch. He slumped down on the top step, waiting. His hand burned, the wounds were deep. ‘Can you get an infection from an invisible dog bite?’ he wondered.