The Misadventures of Lily and Dexter vol 1; chapter/episode 3

Lily encounters paranormal activity upon Dexter's first night with the new family. A trail of blood and secrets ahead...

The first night Dexter came home, it was a nightmare. No, I mean it. It was an absolute nightmare, a “shit-show” as my Mom says.

It started with the car ride. Mom tried wrapping him in a blanket to carry him out— that didn’t work. He clawed through the blanket immediately and up Mom’s back. She was not happy “to say the least.”

They then tried getting him into his “crate.” I have one of those too! Mine is much bigger though. Sometimes I have to stay in there when Mom and Dad are gone because I like to explore too much. One time, I found these weird, red spongey things. It tasted metallic, but the smell was really stinky so obviously I had to check it out. I didn’t eat them, per say. But I left a big “stain” on the floor. I don’t know what a “stain” is but Mom kept cleaning the spot over and over again. I don’t know, I couldn’t see it.

Anyway, Dad manages to get Dexter into his crate but he won’t stop yowling. He took no breaks the entire way home. I kept trying to comfort him, offering him my paw. But, to no avail! I just went up front with Mom. The sound was starting to hurt my ears. I kept looking at her, like, are we sure this is a great idea? I know I was excited before. But now? I’m not so sure.

We finally got home. Dad took the crate and let Dexter out onto the apartment floor. He, then, flattened himself to the ground and crawled under the chair. And there he stayed for the rest of the night.

Mom and Dad tried to coax him out but he wouldn’t budge. Mom said it was best to “leave him be.” So, we made up a little bed space for him on the couch and went to bed ourselves. While I snuggled up in my bed, the moon was big and round, brighter than I’d ever seen it. I wondered what it smelled like as I drifted off to sleep. To dream…

The rabbits surrounded me. I couldn’t see an exit but their teeth bared all violence and disdain. The barrier was dense. I readied my stance and howled at moon. It gave me the power I needed to perform the perfect parry to their numbers. Little did they know that I was…

*WHAM*

A shock sent the bedroom door a’shudder.

*WHAM*

The door ached at it’s hinges. Sprained against it’s own weight, straining under the new, unexpected pressure without.

I jumped on the bed as Mom and Dad jolted awake in a stupor. We all gathered our senses and Mom got up to check the window. You could see the front door from there. I stayed with Dad.

"Did someone break in?!” Dad asked.

“No, I don’t think so. The front door is still closed, but I don’t know about the windows.” Mom explained.

“Where’s the thingy?”

“What thingy?”

“The THING, the choppy thing…?”

“The Tomohawk?” She said exasperated.

“Yes!” He said, matching Mom’s energy but with a hint of playful sarcasm.

“The custom, beautiful Tomohawk that I had made for you for your birthday?”

“Yea, what else is it for?”

“…that’s not it’s function.”

“It is now.”

Dad was up now. He opened the door and there was…nothing. Except, however, a trail of blood leading to the living room. Metallic, smudged and dry. I followed the trail ahead of them. But not too far ahead, obviously. Dad seemed to be pretty adamant to check the windows.

Still, nothing. Everyone looked at each other, Mom tried looking for Dexter. Wondering if he’d gotten into something, or worse, out of the house.

With no intruders to speak of, Mom and Dad calmed down a bit. But now, Mom was extra worried about our newest addition. We couldn’t find him. Mom checked under the chair and couch, behind the TV stand, in the kitchen cupboards both high and low. Oddly enough, I kept smelling onions.

I followed the smell into a crevice of the couch, a hole in the fabric underneath.

*BAP*

There was the stinging in my nose again.

“Lily?!” Mom responded to my sudden yelp.

I was getting really tired of this. Mom checked under the couch again, following my lead.

“Is that an onion?”

“Apparently. Good job, Lily!”

I beamed. I knew I would be able to crack it! But, soon, I realized I wasn’t looking for an onion. It was clearly back. The monster. And neither Mom or Dad seemed to be concerned. My ears pushed back, at the thought:

Wait, what about the blood?

Do onions bleed?

stay tuned, and stay diligent little ghosts.