EYES

FIVE

     It has been a month since we moved in to the new house. Harry now comes often, so much  that his scent lingers in the air even in his absence. My dad no longer visits because of the distance.
     But I still like the house though. It just keeps getting more attractive by the day. I still get shivers when I remember Andre and Nick's legend.
     Although, since the time they talked to me about it I had undergone series of imaginative reactions. But I have refused to have myself believe that the house, My house is haunted by the royals. Like the time when I woke up one morning and made my bed, then I returned from the park and found it ruffled......or when I heard my room door at night open and close. And many more scary tales that I had fought off and forced myself to believe I had a wild imagination just has my mom had said the last time I ran to her room in fear.

But as much as I had tried to fight off the previous fears that haunted me, the event that happened to me at the basement is unshakable- I'd never be able to fight that!

It was the day Harry visited to "do some manly-fun chores" he had said to all of us. Then he asked my mom to make lemonade and cookies while the men- that is himself, myself and trip- put the things we are not using back in the basement as well as tidy the place up.

"But Harry, that doesn't sound like fun" I said.

" Says who champ- it's gonna be the best thing! Think of all the fun stuff we could find down there, old toys books...." Harry said and I believed him.

     So we went for the basement. The door creaked as Harry opened it. Trip flashed his torch into the darkness....." Cool!" He said. Yet he waited for Harry to lead- maybe trip was scared but saying "cool" had just been a cliche'

"There must be a switch somewhere" I also felt that Harry had made the statement so I would be less scared knowing the basement had a source of light.

We went down the stairs. The smell of dust and rust could not be avoided, I guess the place hasn't been used for years as old as I am! My steps are firm, my grip on the railings, solid- I was getting scared. Something wooly flattened on my hair then on my face - I let out a scream!

     "God! God! Oh!.....there's something , ah! My head!" I heard Harry stomp his way up the stairs back to me...(he must have gotten to the bottom already) he flashed his torch on my head, there was nothing there. We saw nothing.
I am still shivering when Harry found a switch and turned on a dinly lit lightbulb.

"Geez Tom....that scared of the dark?" Trip teased.

"Easy on the lil dude Trip"  Harry twirled once to take in the view of the room. It was more clearer now, different sizes of wooden boxed lay disorganized on the concrete floor. Hundreds of neatly kneated spider webs hung around corners while some were rolled up in long thin wraps as though someone or something tugged at them.

The room was quite large giving enough room for Harry to speculate in his own space and also for Trip to shuffle for cool stuffs in his own space.

"I feel like we're being watched" I said.
Trip rolled his eyes." Cut the crap doofbag and stop being so delusional"

I whimper and searched for help in Harry's eyes, instead I saw what looked like...."He's right Tommy, you're too delusional" in them. I frowned. Ofcouse he wouldn't ask Trip to ....."take it easy on your lil brother", he isn't my DAD.

I turned to face my end of the room, pushed a small wooden box aside hoping to find something cool instead, I saw an oval shaped light, looks green or viridian. I didn't wait to confirm the color though, because when I looked closer........it, blinked!

"Aaaaaaaah!" I scream and run past trip, up the stairs, pushed the basement door open as I keep running past the dining table, through the kitchen, onto the stair cases, through the top floor's corridor,into my room and dive under my sky blue duvet.

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