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, "Yeeeeeees?" from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed up the stairs to see which room she was in, and again get the same "Yeeeeeees?" 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 the room, I heard the front door downstairs open. And I heard my mother call, "Sweetie, are you home?" in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran back 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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