The Night of Evil 

Isabella Smith

Once there was a lady named Gloria Kingsley. She lived in the perfect little town where everyone knew everyone, and nobody went unnoticed. She was in her late fifties. Ms. Kingsley had no children, and was never married. She lived alone in her dark brown, two bedroom, two bathroom house. The house had been eminently old, but she loved the style of the rustic, cozy home. All of her neighbors had bright and vibrant colored houses, but Ms. Kingsley was never fond of the attention the bright colors gave. 

One bright, sunny morning, Ms. Kingsley got out of bed and greeted the day with a smile. She put on her day clothes, and went down the stairs to go make her breakfast. “I have a full day ahead of me.” she said. “Go to the laundromat, get groceries, get the car detailed, and go meet Harriet for brunch.” Ms. Kingsley had been very excited to go meet with her very good friend, Harriet Hampton. Ms. Kingsley slowly made her way out of the door, and got into her black, 1950, Hudson Hornet, and drove off into the busy street. 

Ms. Kingsley had just finished her errands, and was heading to the Hourglass Cafe, to meet with her friend. She could see Mrs. Hampton from a block away, taking notice of her bright pink cardigan. “Hello dear friend!” Ms. Kingsley projected to Mrs. Hampton, a few yards away. “Hello.” Mrs. Hampton said in a kind, but dull voice. “How have you been?”, “It’s definitely been a while.” Ms. Kingsley said with a gleaming smile. “I’ve been feeling very lousy, and tired,” she said, “my husband passed on just a few weeks ago.” Mrs. Hampton said trying to hold back tears. “Oh.” Ms. Kingsley said with a pause. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” she said with a morose smile. “I’m getting better, it’s just a very hard thing to get past.” Mrs. Hampton said. “I understand.” Ms. Kingsley reassured. 

The truth was that during Harriet and Gloria’s high school years, Gloria had been covertly dating Harriet’s boyfriend, which is now her late 

husband. Gloria thought nothing at the time because it had been so long ago, but Harriet had not. “Goodbye.” Ms. Kingsley said to Mrs. Hampton. “Goodbye, I wish to see you soon.” Mrs. Hampton said. The two got into their cars and parted ways. Ms. Kingsley arrived at her house, and took a deep breath walking into her house. She put all of the groceries she had gotten earlier, and put them on her beige, ceramic counter. Ms. Kingsley walked up to a window in her living room, and looked out into her perfect town. But when she looked out the window, she caught sight of a young, suspicious gentleman, looking at her house. First, he took a look at Ms. Kingsley, then a glance at the house. 

“What in the world?” Ms. Kingsley questioned. But then the gentleman walked away as if nothing had happened. Well maybe the home was so welcoming, he just had to take a look. Ms. Kingsley quickly forgot about the disturbance, and went to go make an early dinner. After she finished her dinner, it was about seven in the evening. Ms. Kingsley went out to go grab the mail, but as she opened the mailbox, she saw the same gentleman she’d seen earlier that day. Ms. Kingsley didn’t say a word, and scurried into her house, making sure nothing came in behind her. She locked every single door she could find in her house. She changed her clothes, got into bed, and peacefully dozed off. 

She woke the next morning, to a hostile knock at her door. She went downstairs to see who it was. No one was there. Who would pull such a mischeifious joke? “Never mind that.” she said, and went on to go make herself some breakfast. The day had been beautiful as always, so she decided to go on a midday stroll. She walked outside to smiles and greetings from her neighbors, but to her surprise, she hadn’t seen the gentleman like she had expected. And she finally felt relieved. 

She walked down to the park, were all of the little children were playing. She heard giggles from the children, and some cries for their mothers. Ms. Kingsley walked back to her home, through the doorway, and saw a broken vase, that had sunflowers and water, in pieces, on the ground. “I don’t remember this?” Ms. Kingsley said with a little bit of uneasiness in her voice. She cleaned the mess up, and had started to get 

her dinner started. She cooked with a little bit of caution this time, making sure she wasn’t being watched. 

Ms. Kingsley started going up to bed when she heard a door creak open. “Is anyone there?” she asked. No response. She bolted to her bedroom, as fast as her seasoned legs could carry her. She got into her lace nightgown, and into her bed. But she noticed a faint silhouette of someone in the corner of her room. Then shadow just got closer and closer until she could make out a knife in the person’s hand. Ms. Kingsley was terrified, and tried to reach for the phone to call the police, but it was too late. “Harriet?” Ms. Kingsley said in utter horror. “But—” Silence. Not another word came from Ms. Kingsley’s house. 

The town never knew what had happened the night of the death of Gloria Kingsley. In a town where everything had been noticed, one thing had gone unnoticed. Evil.