Horror (One-Shots)

Visitor

Visitor

We were all sitting in the living room with the television blasted. Mother was doing her paperwork, and older sis was watching television.

"Mom can I watch?" I whined.

"It's my turn." My sis growled at me.

"Michiko, it's your sisters turn." Mother said sighing.

I hate being the younger sister. I always came second. Disappointed, I walked off to the restroom. I walked through our narrow hallway to enter the restroom. Suddenly a knock on our front door started booming with knocks. Shocked I immediately looked over at our door, which was only five steps away from the bathroom.

"Who is it?" I called out to the mystery visitor.

"It's your aunt Minami." The strange voice called back.

It didn't sound like my aunt. She had a very high pitch voice, but the voice behind the door was a deeper one.

"Why does your voice sound different?" I called back.

"No it isn't."

"Well..." I knew my hunch was right. I may be a 7 year old girl, but I know my aunt's voice when I hear it.

I walked slowly to the door, and realized the peephole was too tall for me to reach. We had a mini opening for the mail in the middle of the door. I slowly opened the flap.

On the other side of the door, I saw skinny hands carrying a purse. Her hands had red polish on them. My aunt was a larger woman, with thicker hands. Also she never would paint her nails. This person wasn't my aunt. I quickly backed away from the door, and ran to my mom.

"Mom mom! There is some weird lady at the door saying she's aunt Mi!" I shook my mother's shoulder.

"Mother is busy." She brushed me off.

Was I the only one hearing the massive knocking on the door? Was my angry mood affecting my hearing, and vision? I walked back to the door.

"Open the door!" The woman said as she pushed her hand into the flap of the door, making it rattle. I got scared, and fell to the floor.

"Wow you never quit huh?" I heard my older sister said. She walked over to the front door.

"No! Don't open it! It's some crazy person!" I yelled. I saw my sis ignore me. She went to unlock the door, and was going to turn the handle. My fear was at the peak. I ran to the bathroom, and locked the door.

I heard no sound. I backed up to the corner of the bathroom.

"Sis?!" I yelled. No response. Suddenly the door handle rattled. Someone was trying to get in. I was too scared to scream or react.

"Click!" The door knob unlocked. My fears rushed through me. The skinny hand with red fingernails crept in first. The hand held the side of the door, and to the handle. My eyes widen, as the hand opened the door!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

End