What. The. Hell.
It was all I could think. I came home, dropped my purse and keys on the kitchen table, and realized it was too bright in the room. Now I normally don't mind a room filled with natural sunlight, but this was odd. My kitchen was always dark. I looked at the kitchen window, expecting some supernatural source for the extra light.
But, no, no supernatural source, just missing curtains. But the missing curtains were also a cause for concern. Yes, I did live with my boyfriend so he could have removed the curtains, but why would he? Sure maybe he decided he'd had enough of our dark kitchen, but he normally wouldn't do something like this without at least telling me.
Maybe something happened to the curtains? I supposed he could've accidentally gotten something on them or, heaven forbid, accidentally lit them on fire. But, again, we were long past being too embarrassed to tell each other about our mishaps so I don't know why he wouldn't have told me about that. I checked my phone again to be sure I hadn't missed some sort of message about the curtains.
It was only after seeing no missed calls or messages that I realized that perhaps someone could have broken in. I quickly grabbed a silver knife out of the kitchen drawer and did a sweep of the apartment. There were no intruders that I could find and I was thorough enough to even look in every closet and cabinet.
I decided to call my boyfriend and see if he knew what was going on, but I realized that I could hear it ringing. He was out in the hall.
A little frustrated and a little concerned, I yanked the door open and saw him fumbling with his keys as he struggled to hold the new set of curtains.
"Hey sweetie," said my boyfriend as we made eye contact. He saw my gaze shift to the curtains and said, "So I have to tell you about something."
"Is it the curtains? What happened?" I grabbed one end so we could more easily maneuver them into the kitchen. He dumped another bag onto the kitchen counter and it fell open a bit. Garlic, holy water, and a few new crosses filled the bottom of the bag. "Is there a reason we need to be taking some extra precautions?"
He looked sheepish for a moment, "Yeah I accidentally invited a vampire in."
"Honey," I replied, "Again?"
"I know, but he said he was a neighbor and he'd locked himself out and his kid was inside and..." he trailed off when he saw that I was not amused. "When I realized the mistake, I ripped down the curtains to scare him off with the sunlight."
"You have to stop being so gullible."
"I know."
"But if you just ripped them down, where did they go?"
"Oh he got a bit tangled in them and ran off. I...didn't think it was the best plan to chase him."
"Well you're right there. Come on, let's sage the place and get these new curtains up."
(Prompt by me)
Photo by William Smock
It was all I could think. I came home, dropped my purse and keys on the kitchen table, and realized it was too bright in the room. Now I normally don't mind a room filled with natural sunlight, but this was odd. My kitchen was always dark. I looked at the kitchen window, expecting some supernatural source for the extra light.
But, no, no supernatural source, just missing curtains. But the missing curtains were also a cause for concern. Yes, I did live with my boyfriend so he could have removed the curtains, but why would he? Sure maybe he decided he'd had enough of our dark kitchen, but he normally wouldn't do something like this without at least telling me.
Maybe something happened to the curtains? I supposed he could've accidentally gotten something on them or, heaven forbid, accidentally lit them on fire. But, again, we were long past being too embarrassed to tell each other about our mishaps so I don't know why he wouldn't have told me about that. I checked my phone again to be sure I hadn't missed some sort of message about the curtains.
It was only after seeing no missed calls or messages that I realized that perhaps someone could have broken in. I quickly grabbed a silver knife out of the kitchen drawer and did a sweep of the apartment. There were no intruders that I could find and I was thorough enough to even look in every closet and cabinet.
I decided to call my boyfriend and see if he knew what was going on, but I realized that I could hear it ringing. He was out in the hall.
A little frustrated and a little concerned, I yanked the door open and saw him fumbling with his keys as he struggled to hold the new set of curtains.
"Hey sweetie," said my boyfriend as we made eye contact. He saw my gaze shift to the curtains and said, "So I have to tell you about something."
"Is it the curtains? What happened?" I grabbed one end so we could more easily maneuver them into the kitchen. He dumped another bag onto the kitchen counter and it fell open a bit. Garlic, holy water, and a few new crosses filled the bottom of the bag. "Is there a reason we need to be taking some extra precautions?"
He looked sheepish for a moment, "Yeah I accidentally invited a vampire in."
"Honey," I replied, "Again?"
"I know, but he said he was a neighbor and he'd locked himself out and his kid was inside and..." he trailed off when he saw that I was not amused. "When I realized the mistake, I ripped down the curtains to scare him off with the sunlight."
"You have to stop being so gullible."
"I know."
"But if you just ripped them down, where did they go?"
"Oh he got a bit tangled in them and ran off. I...didn't think it was the best plan to chase him."
"Well you're right there. Come on, let's sage the place and get these new curtains up."
(Prompt by me)
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