Trying my hand at writing. Sci-Fi Horror with a twist

Hi all. Had an idea one day and am kind of running with it. This is the beginning of the first chapter. There's a twist that's revealed pretty soon after the end of where I stop here, but am curious if it's already too obvious, and if so, is that a bad thing? Also, just wondering if my style of writing is even intriguing enough to continue. Thanks for the help and time!

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1.

It was out there again. In the hydrangeas just beyond the crooked yard fence that had rotted from years of weather and neglect. The pale blue flowers jostled as something moved at the plant’s base.

Cleo watched intently, her eyes narrowed in on where she was sure the thing hid. She was perfectly still and her breaths left small patches of fog on the window, her nose practically pressed against the cool glass.

This was now the seventh day it came to her home. Almost every morning, like clockwork, it would appear. She didn’t know where it was from or why it had started coming to her house, but Cleo didn’t like it. Whatever it was, it made her uneasy.

What did it want? Was it looking for something? Was it watching them like she watched it?

Cleo had tried voicing her concerns about the things in the bushes a few times now to David, but he didn’t take her seriously or worse, would just ignore her altogether. He seemed to do that a lot lately.

“There’s nothing there,” David would sigh, not even giving her a look of acknowledgement when she would try to let him know it was out there. “Stop making a fuss over nothing.”

But Cleo knew better and wouldn’t stop, despite his insistence.

She glanced over her shoulder toward the small living room. David sat in his favorite recliner chair, still wearing his pajama pants and sleep shirt, both of which were overdue to be washed. He was watching some news station that was talking about things Cleo didn’t bother to listen to the specifics. The images flashing on the screen were pretty bleak looking -- it seemed like there had been a lot of that on the news lately. It made Cleo sad, both the seeming state of the world and David’s recent resignation toward most things that once made him happy.

They had moved to their new home in the woods not too long ago. It was damp, the floorboards creaked, and the lights flickered a lot. They were also the only house around, located at the very end of a long and narrow road, far from the nearest town. Truthfully Cleo wasn’t sure what the final straw was that caused David to pull the trigger and leave their New York City apartment and move across the country to middle-of-nowhere Washington.

“Need a change of scenery is all…” was something she had heard him mutter more than once.

It’s not that Cleo loved the city, but this, this was different. Perhaps too different. She didn’t miss all the apartment neighbors and screaming babies and constant sounds of traffic that rose from the city streets below, but she did miss all the sunlight that would bathe their living room in golden warmth for most of the day and the delicious smells that would waft through their windows from all the different restaurants that lined the streets beneath their unit.

Cleo looked up through the window. The sky was unusually dark for that time of morning and she could smell the impending rain. There was a wind pushing through the trees that would only get stronger as the day went on. A storm front was moving in.

Cleo felt her nose tighten in distaste. She did not like the rain.

Crack!

Her head swiveled back to the fence and the hydrangea bushes. She still couldn’t see it, but she could hear it. It was still there, that thing on the other side of the fence. Taunting her now. The snapping of twigs and brushing of leaves made her pulse race. Cleo knew it was there, and she was almost sure it knew she was watching it. The damn thing was being cautious, waiting to make its move.

She could feel her shoulders pull back in anticipation as she stared unblinkingly. The green foliage rustled with more movement and Cleo’s spine bristled, her eyes widened…