What I Couldn't See
Making the mistake of playing with the unseen. People just don't learn, do they? If you know something's there, would you yell at it? Think that your in the higher power and challenge it to come and face you? Rack your brain staying up late to find non-existent answers? Well, a delirious old man is just the type to do all of the above. If I say so, that is such a waste of a life. This man in particular, has a history of being severely grumpy, rude, and a bully. In school, he picked on everyone. At home, he was mean to his parents. In public, he would find a way to be dark and sarcastic in every conversation. One thing that he hated most of all was- not being in control. He had to have everything his way and never backed down in a fight. What this story is all about, is that he might just now learn his lesson.
A winter day in 2000, an old man in his 60's moved into an old abandoned house in the country side of Texas, where nobody lived. He thought it was perfect. No people, and all control was in his grasp. This just made his insides tingle and a dark smirk grow wider and wider on his crinkled face. Inside, after all the unpacking was done, he settled his lazy and twisted self in his signature navy blue armchair. All was well for the first 8 days, he woke up, ate and read a book, went to work as a mailman (A very harsh and creepy one), came home and and did whatever old people do, and slept. 8 days after his arrival though, things got weird. It was his day off and he was in his armchair, the one he loved so dearly, with a newspaper covering his face. Out of the midst of a snore, he was startled by a voice, anything but friendly, sneering "Get out of my house..." The old man jumped up and screamed "My house! Show yourself you tyrant!" Him, being irritated with no response, he immediately went for his rifle and searched the house. Once again mad with not finding anything, he went back to his "beauty" rest. The next day only proves to be more active. After work hours, the grumpy man was enjoying some pasta on the front porch when he saw something flash by his vision. "Hello? Who's there!" He more or less demands than asks. He rises to his feet and makes his way down the steps in his stalk-y fashion. Once again, the shadow flows right past him to the side of the house. Slightly taken back at the speed and all black figure, he quickly regains his anger. Rushing around the corner, he sees a man, turned around in old farmers clothes. "What are you doing on my property?! Get off or you'll get a bullet through your face!" The old man booms. "Foolish man....." The man at the opposite end of the house snickers, voice dark, but with a smirk clear in it. Boy, did this get on the old grumps nerves..... The old man charged at the mystery man. "What did you say!" Anger could not be anymore clear in the sound waves of his words. Suddenly he halts to a stop, frozen in his tracks. The mystery man just disappeared. Poof! Dissipated into thin air. Legs shaking, the old man refuses to think anything supernatural about it. "Where did you go coward! Show yourself!" He shouts throughout the empty plain. Even against all he has ever done, he runs into the house. Panting, this is where he ends his day..... Soon enough, the next is at his doorstep though. After work, he snuggles into his bed clothes and sits down in his chair (I think you all know which one by now), and opens a book. Suddenly "Boom, boom, boom" three crash sounds echo around the house. The old man grabs his rifle that was by his chair, and of course he had it there, and jumps standing. Heading upstairs, his hand rushes over his mouth as he stumbles backwards. All three vases on the tables in the hallway are smashed, only leaving ceramic ruins on the carpet. "What happened?" is the only thing swirling in the old mans brain. He holds his rifle up in a ready form and inspects the house for for anyone who might be sitting and waiting, laughing at the cruel jokes they pulled. Just like all times before, nothing. Well, it's nothing until the menacing voice he had heard twice before rings through his ears. "I'm only going to be so patient, leave my house NOW!" The voice blows through his ears. Falling backwards, he shoots off his rifle into the air, of course hitting nothing. Finally giving into the "Haunting" theory, he races to his computer to dig into his house's past. All night he works, until finally, at 5 a.m., with his eyes baggy and head aching, he finds a small news paper article on his house. "The farmer serial killer put to rest, by himself! Police believe after all the kills, the guilt finally catches up with him!" The article reads. The old man scoffs. "So this is about some ghost wanting his house to stay his? Well he'll never get it! I am living, not dead, which makes me superior! Hear my ghost-y! This house is mine!" He scowls in a rage. In a huff, he doesn't care about anything and calls into work sick, so he can go doze off in his chair. But what he wakes up to, makes him wish he went to work. The old man stands in the middle of his living room gasping. Everything is torn up, chairs turned to their sides, tables on their backs, and glass embedded into the carpet. What scares the old man the worst is, he didn't hear anything..... Refusing to get help, he sets everything back to normal and cleans the glass. On the kitchen table though, he finds a note in childish handwriting-
Leave my home now!
I'm sick of warning you!
This is my house old fool!
Stay even one more night,
And,
You,
Will,
Pay!
"Ha ha! A lovely letter from my 'ghost'? How nice! Well, if your listening, I'm not taking in your pathetic threats!" The old man laughs in his original sarcastic tone. He goes through the rest of the day, hiding his worries in the back of his mind. Going to bed later that day, he still has a heart beat waiting to burst out of his chest. He will never admit to it though. Halfway through the night, he wakes to singing. "Just waiting for the light to show, once it does all it does is grow, close your eyes and wait, There's no stopping fate...." After that the voice can't be understood. The old man doesn't back down though, he sits up tall, yelling profanities into the air. Footsteps then grow closer and closer. 5 minutes later, screams echo the house.
The next day, here is the news-
"Old man found dead in home, The same home as the farmer serial killer from 1989! Ghost? No, another suicide! This story has everyone wondering what happens in the walls of this house that has caused 3 suicides!"
*The End! Hope I scared your pants off! Vote, Comment, And Follow Me if I should Continue!* -VickyToria
