It’s 9:30pm. I slowly place the last envelope on the pile of already read letter; this one’s from the funeral directors. As I glance out of the window, a silhouette flies by. Benny, my dog, is barking wildly at the window now. I think that maybe it was just a tree blowing ferociously in the wind. Maybe? Creepy.
I carry on reading the letter. Listening to the wind whistling as I read. It calms me. Completely, out of the blue, the other letters blow off the table in a gust. Scared, I pick them all up, but as I do so, they all blow off again.
A flash! In the corner of my eye. Turning around, I look at the window once again. The mysterious silhouette flies by the room.
Sprinting rapidly towards the window, I see the black figure standing at the bottom of my overgrown garden, looking towards the house, just on the edge of the eerie woodland that lies within. I squint. I rub my eyes. Look again. Gone…
Trembling; I shake with fear. There is whistling again, but it sounds like it’s coming from the hallway. Definitely not the wind.
“Hello?” I call into the corridor gracefully, “Hello? Who’s there?” I can smell something extremely strange. Death. The hairs on my arm, start to stand. Feel like something’s crawling up my arms. A draft blows the back of my neck. I look back out of the window. Maybe, just maybe, the figure has reappeared, so that I know it’s not in the house. But it hasn’t. There is nobody in the garden; so it’s somewhere.
Is my mind just playing games? Is there a possessed soul in the house, making me sense things that are not real?
Crash! Ornaments from the mantelpiece fall. What? I am terrified, surprised, my heart is still in my chest; it is pounding that hard.
I turn around. The door’s closing. The door’s closing by itself! I scream. The door slams shut. I’m trapped. Benny barks as if there’s something in the room. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock starts to tick. Faster and faster. Louder and louder. Benny bounds to the window. I follow. I speak to him.
“This is our time now, old boy. Our time has come.”
A strange sensation runs through my veins. I feel a slight touch on my shoulder. I look down. I see an old, wrinkly, shrivelled up hand. I turn around…
