David stood at his bedroom window and stared into the street.
‘David, what are you doing?’ his wife said, pushing herself up from the comfort of her pillows. She glanced across at the alarm clock.
‘It’s half one in the morning. What’s going on?’
David turned from the window, walked around the bed and left the room.
‘David? Are you okay?’ Melissa pulled the covers aside and followed David out onto the hallway in time to see him slip downstairs.
‘David. Talk to me what’s wrong?’
David rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. Melissa followed, the cold biting through thin pyjamas.
‘Is someone in the house?’
Melissa headed after her husband. She heard a drawer open. The unmistakable clatter of cutlery. Melissa’s heart thumped. She glanced back over her shoulder to the front door. Nothing but street light-amber glow. ‘David! Is someone in the house?’
Melissa rushed into the kitchen. Looked out the window into the garden. Darkness pressed the glass. ‘Is there someone in the house?’ she whispered.
David made a sound. Like words spoken around food. Clogging and sticky.
‘Can you feel it?’ David whispered.
Melissa’s shoulders sagged. She had seen this before. ‘David, you’re sleep walking. Come back to bed.’ She reached for his hand but he pulled back. ‘David, come on.’
‘Honey, you’re sleep-walking. Let’s go back upstairs. Get into bed.’ She reached for his hand but he pulled back again. ‘David for Christ’s sake.’
He lurched for the kitchen door. Melissa reached out and felt the rip through her thigh. She fell back and slammed into the kitchen counter-top. When she hit the floor the pain surged to the surface and she screamed.
She looked up in time to see David run out the front door and into the night.