The house sitter

A boy

Later that evening straight after I watered the garden the phone rang again with a weakening call. I hanged my scarf on the rack with my eyes locked on it feeling the rythym in my feet until that is the dog had a burst of energy and took me to the floor. My hands held me up with the left burning from where the leash once was. The dog jogged back to me licking my face in terms of endearment. "Yea alright!" I rushed to my feet and unhooked his leash for him to roam freely without a burden to hold. My hand became visibly blistered so I went up the stairs and into the bathroom to find something to ease the pain that tormented me. No medicine sat in the cabinet so I wrapped a small bandaid on it and closed the cabinet shut. Luckily the smell from the hall was gone which lightened my stress load some, but standing there I felt as if I were pray being stalked from the right of me. My head turned with the speed of a sloth not wanting to startle with what I saw from the corner of my eyes. My movements were to obvious and frightened what stood at the end of the hall. Even though this uneasy feeling settled making a home in me I couldn't help but follow to where it ran off too. My breaths were loud and shaky finding but just an empty room. Before turning the phone I never saw beside me screamed without time to think or process my hand lifted the phone up, but I urgently slammed it back down. Something was wrong if the Werners couldn't tell me the house itself could. None of this was normal to see things that were unnatural had to be a nightmare or so you would wish. I couldn't sleep at all not a wink with my stomach in knots from extensial anxiety along with stress with the weight of a rhino sitting on me. The noise from all the clocks in the house stopped with their ticking. I waited for them to work back on their own but no such thing happened, all while the pup snored boarishly. The house was quiet even the outdoors fell dead. My face met with the blanket too scared to move and far too focused to breathe. Silence was cut with a knife as the phone gave a feral holler to me. I had had enoough this was to end now bravery draped over me. "Werner residents this is Thomas, who is this?" I wanted to make sure to be polite to their family members. "Can you help me?" A boys voice said. "What..?" I mumbled. "Can you help me I'm stuck." He said with no emotion behind it. "I can't help you-" "They locked me in the attic." The phone clicked. I staired up as I climbed the stairs... All this time I went without answering the phone when I could have helped this kid sooner... The stairs unfolded slowly opening the portal to the attic in which i had not yet or imagined to set foot in. "H-hello." Switching the light on a horrid smell choked me. My hands grasped my nose with a tight pinch. Mannequins that wore old dresses and dingy old chests settled in here nothing more that I could see. "Kid you up here?" Trying once more but no answer was retrieved. There was no way a kid was up here I was certain of it, but the phone.. Who was it?.. There was something about this house that engulfed me in a dark evil presence.. My mind was made up to leave just pack my bags and leave, however one of the chests lids lifted as far as the lock would let it over and over. My saliva thickened preventing me to swallow as easily and my hands quivered. Once I layed a hand on the top of the chest all fell silent and calm. The lock was set free from the chest and pried open with ease. Only a mound of womens jewelry was in here.. My heart picked its pace up and my eyes watered from such fright. I slammed the chest close ready to run, but my wrist was grabbed by a hand in a wet slick black coating and the room became so dark that all I could see from his face were his red glowing eyes. His grip was strong and hurt the longer he held on to me. I managed to wiggle free and dashed without looking back or to ask any questions and the second I turned to close the attic it was already shut for me. The dog howled the integrity of the time I jam packed my suitcase with unfolded wrinkled clothes to bothered to worry about how my clothes got in there all that mattered was that they got in.

My heart then sank when my hand met the front door. The sight of the dog made me feel selfish, who was to take care of him? Kneeling to the ground with my suitcase propped next to me the dog licked my hands gingerly. "You have to come with me."