It isn't real

September 4 1879

"It doesn't matter if it's been a month or a century!" I yelled with a voice that wasn't even mine. It's been a week, going on two that my beloved wife passed into the great beyond. The same time period I've been a train wreck. Drinking but also wondering how I would get my life back together. But the challenge is without her. "Oh dammit man I seriously cannot go another day visiting her grave and mourning for her to come back." My therapist Charles had come over to check if I was alright. I'm not a psychopath back into civilization that needs to be watched over. But he never listens to me when I say that, he just nods and takes a puff from his cigar.
"With all do respect Sir John you must of known her death day was due soon. She was 36 that's a pretty long run for a woman while you're 42. Sir it isn't unusual for a woman to go at her age. Besides your wealth is enough to keep you alive until you die so no need too keep working. I'm going to call and tell them you're going to retire. I'm sure your son can handle the business on his own." I stayed quiet for a while until I heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I yelled at the person behind the door.
"Sir John will all respect I believe it's time for me to go. It was nice chatting but I had told the nice gentleman outside waiting for me in the pouring rain to call me when it was simply time to go. You do understand don't you?" Charles said calmly gathered his hat and coat while leaving me simple sentence as he head out the door. "See you tomorrow."
"Dammit." I uttered underneath my voice.
I made my way up the stairs until I heard a knock at my door. I waited till Lily my house maid got it but she didn't. I called her name but my own voice just bounced to the walls and back to my ears.
"Dammit with that woman. Her shift isn't even over and we already discussed her leaving early." Once again I muttered under my own breath.
Another knock.
"I'm coming don't you go anywhere!" I yelled with my sore voice. Walking down my stairs and opening the door to find no one. "Stupid infinite children. Don't you dare come back on my lawn or I'll shoot your asses!" It wasn't the first and only time children mess with me. Ever since my wife died...ever since then those stupid children keep nagging me. Oddly I heard something creaking up the stairs. I looked back to see a shadow barely slip into the hallway. Dimly lit I gathered my way to the the living room to get my gun that was placed on top of my fireplace. "Alright kids! Cut the shit and get out of my house this instant!" I waited for laughter or them coming down the stairs. "I mean it you bastardly children. I'll shoot you dead if you don't surrender right now!" With another creek of the wooden floor then nothing but silence. Silence filled the air and it was the only thing that made it downstairs. I walked up stairs very careful of what or who was up here. I looked across the halls and saw nothing but darkness meet the end. That's when I realized these dark devil eyes look back at me. "What the..." Before I can finish my sentence there was a knock at my door, but I couldn't stop looking at the eyes of the devil. I waited until it blinked or the full body would show as it came it of the end of the hallway but the eyes where the only thing I saw. The eyes of death. I've seen the eyes of the darkness. Another knock and a yell from Charles came from downstairs. "Sir John are you alright?" I coughed. "Yes now leave me." With that, a single huff was heard and a goodbye was wailed. The eye had vanished and the end of the hallway seemed brighter even if it was dark. "Something evil is here" a whisper came from a thin grasp of wind that made my body shiver. "It has chosen to stay with you." And like that everything went still and silent. Everything except the plates in the kitchen that seemed to crash onto the floor in an amazing harmony. I ran down the stairs and saw a glimpse of the kitchen. All the China like material had all been destroyed and a body frame like a man had been walking out the back door. I ran towards the front door and to the police station. "Help! Someone broke into my home and destroyed my kitchen!" I yelled at the first officer I saw. He looked at me and nodded while leaving to gather some of his officers to join. I remember that officer . He and my son used go to the most expensive and important school. Well with my company and such my son deserved the best money could buy. As a few officers come back we make our way outside.
Walking towards my home is quiet but it feels like tension is rising. I see my home as we turn the corner. The cool air hits my face. The police men open the front door while some scurry to the back. We pass the living room, to the kitchen and find that nothing has been tampered with. "John did you or did you not say that someone broke in your home and destroyed the kitchen?" I nodded only to see that they all laughed at my face "That was a good one John. You really had us going." Said Richard , an officer and an old friend of mine. While they laughed, I chuckled along with them. Still worried what the night has yet to offer me.