I get to my back door without any incident. No one followed me, no one waiting for me. My body is covered however by goosebumps as soon as I cross the threshold. I stop and listen, nothing. That's a problem. I don't even hear the fridge humming or my wall clock's ticking sound.
I've got very good hearing, normally these sounds would welcome me back. The air feels thick as well. Like you almost can't take a proper breath. I look around, the sun is high in the sky, yet not much light penetrates the house. It's a very dark and gloomy place, I thought nothing of it, as I'm not really one that loves to be out in the sun. Nor do I like bright light, my eyes are very sensitive to it.
I open the fridge to discover the light doesn't turn on, there's no power. Great, just great. What do I do now? Where are the breakers? I put the groceries away and grab my phone to use it's flashlight while going downstairs to the basement. Hopefully I can locate the breakers and switch the power back on. I know I have a flashlight somewhere just don't ask me where it is. I haven't unpacked all of my stuff yet since moving in two days ago.
The stairs creak as I go down, I hope they hold. I can't see the condition they are in, but by the sounds they are making, I'm thinking they are in need of immediate repairs.
I feel my way along the passage wall as I move along. I reach the bottom and turn left to the small room. I think the breaker box might be there. I shine the light over the walls, nothing? How is that possible, maybe it's in the bigger room.
I turn and start looking at the bigger room's walls. Nothing, I've walked through the whole room, absolutely nothing. I'm so screwed. I head back upstairs. Halfway up the stairs I hear a squeak from behind me. Like someone is climbing the stairs behind me. I turn to find...nothing. And then the sensation like air blowing across your body and face. It feels like a person passes me on the stairs, it's like I feel their essence.
I look up the stairs, there's nothing, but I hear the steps creaking. It sounds like whoever or whatever passed me is now at the top of the stairs. Then my worst fear, being down here...the door closes. I rush back up the stairs, I push with all my power but the door doesn't move...
YOU ARE READING
111 Crossbow Lane
TerrorMichelle moves to a quiet little town. Looking for some peace and quiet, some inspiration. A writer with writers block isn't going to sell any books. The failed relationship doesn't help either. So she came here, looking for a new beginning. But wha...
