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It's Like I'm Sleepwalking

All was quiet in the hallways, I was sure it was quiet throughout the whole house as well. The one thing I didn't understand was; why was it so quiet? My whole family was home, and they wouldn't be asleep at this hour and to add to my worries, the clock near the entrance that chimed with every hour, had stopped.

I grabbed my guitar and held it like a weapon before heading out into the hallway, I wasn't comfortable with leaving the safety of my warm bedroom, but I wanted to know what was up, I had to feed the undying thought in my head; which was constantly telling me to go look for my family.

I knew I shouldn't have listened, but I couldn't help myself. Somewhere inside, I knew that heading out into the dark house was a silly thing to do, but I also couldn't help but think that something was wrong with the household, it almost felt as if I was sleepwalking.

"Mum, dad?" I was too frightened to raise my voice above anything but a whisper. When no response came, I couldn't control the goosebumps that rose along my pale skin; the silence was almost chilling, there was no wind due to being indoor, and there didn't really seem to be a temperature. It was just the silence that chilled me to the bone.

I could only just make out the hallway at least 3 metres in front of me, I kept my guitar held high; so I could bring down very the head of whoever caused the house to be so dead.

Despite not being able to see in the darkness, I knew it was the kitchen, I could still smell the scent of pie in the air, from when mum had made it earlier that day. There was a faint light from the over, I nearly gasped in surprise and dashed over, bracing my hands near the warm air, making my almost blue fingertips return to their normal colour. I rubbed my hands together, the friction creating more warmth. It was strange, the house was colder than the depths of hell, when it was in the middle of the summer.

There was a crashing sound, coming from further away inside the kitchen, I fought the natural instinct to scream and run, using all of my willpower to keep my body perfectly still.

The laughter of a child echoed through the houses and rattled the plates and silverware that had been packed away.

I knew my brother wouldn't be wandering around a dark house by himself, he was 6 years old and still afraid of the dark, he wouldn't have the guys to walk around alone, he could barely speak in front of his class without crying.

So why was my brother standing directly in front of me?

"Jamie! Go back to bed!" I ordered, I couldn't stand it if my brother got hurt whilst exploring.

"But I want to play too." Jamie sighed, he hung his head in sadness, his blonde shaggy locks hiding his face.

"Another day, go to bed." I wasn't keen on leaving my brother alone, but I wasn't exactly keen on dragging him with me, to what could possibly be our deaths. Maybe I was exaggerating a little, but I had a reason to exaggerate, it was clear that something was wrong.

Jamie stuck his tongue out at me and ran back to his room, slamming the door and locking it behind him. The loud mouse made me cringe, it seemed so out of place compared to the silence.

Somewhere further into the house, there was a scream, it was a woman's scream and my thoughts immediately went to my mother. I was never one for religion, but I caught myself praying for the safety of my mother.

My legs were shaking with fear and the anxiety of my mother possibly being injured, but I pressed on, determined to make it to my parents room to see if they were in their beds, safe and sound. The hallways had always been a time consuming trek, but in the darkness, it seemed so much longer and creepier, everyone had dreams of walking down endless corridors and I was beginning to think I was travelling down one of those exact same corridors.

When the faded wood of my parents room came into vision, I key out a sigh of relief which was cut shirt as the door swung open with a creak and a bloody corpse tumbled out. I let out a scream and began hitting the corpse with my guitar.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ZAMBIE!" I screamed, when the corpse had stopped moving and groaning, I relaxed considerably. My guitar was covered in blood, but I didn't mind that, I was too busy wondering why a corpse had come out of my parents bedroom. With the idea that the corpse could have been one of my parents, I was chilled to the bone and dropped the guitar, falling to my knees beside the corpse.

"Please don't be mum, please don't be mum." I muttered, holding my breath as I grabbed the corpses hair and pulled the head up, to get a closer look at its face. It wasn't anyone that I'd recognised, I let out a huff go air and let the corpse's face fall back to the floor.

There was a strange feeling tugging at the back of my mind, I'd felt the same feeling multiple times before around this time of night, but left it down to me being tired. I got to my feet and lifted the bloody guitar, hoisting it over my shoulder, so I could bring it down quickly if anymore corpses fell out of rooms or wardrobes, even walls.

Something was so wrong and I was determined to find out what it was.