When I
was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms
and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I
came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still
dark.
I
called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing song voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs.
I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and
again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply. We were decorating at the time, and I
didn’t know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones,
right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I
rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as
a mother’s presence always does.
Just
as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard
the front door downstairs open and my mother call “Sweetie, are you home?” in a
cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I
glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a
crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know
what it was, but it was staring at me.
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