The House on the Hill.

Chapeter Five

Creeping up the stairs slowly. I could make out very little. Turning on the night vision on the camera on, quickly seeing the stairwell illuminated in a green light on the small screen. I could see, but not in full color. Everything was a shade of green. Everything within a few feet of the camera I could see.

As i made it to the top of the stairs I looked back to the room where I had seen the the miss shaped little girl. The door still was open, just a crack now. I opened the door even wider and quickly darted the camera to the ceiling...nothing. I checked the floor where I stood for any more of the warm liquid that splattered...there to was nothing. I checked everywhere in the room, yet I found absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. The whole room was just as it was when I arrived earlier. 

Something isn't right? Did I hallucinate everything I seen? No, impossible. I've been fine since I got here. I thought to myself as I left the room. 

This time things were different in the hallway upstairs. The walls no longer looked worn and beaten. Instead, they looked freshly painted. The furniture looked new. It was as if the house was just built and moved into. Lights now shined in the hall. There was power now. In the distance I could hear noises coming from downstairs.

I switched the camera back to normal, from night vision mode. Than recorded the hallway of the upstairs. Than down the stairs towards the kitchen. Everything appeared brand new. The stairs no longer creaked under my own weight.

The noises downstairs became sobs. Sobs of a man crying. Crying as and saying a woman's name over and over. All coming from the kitchen. The man's voice kept saying, "Sara."

I crept into the kitchen. My steps echoing in the room, but drowned out by the man's sobs. He sat on the kitchen floor, back to me, in a pool of blood. A metal baseball bat sat next to him. He cradled the head of a woman. Her skin was pale, and she was dressed in a nightgown. Blood stained around her body and on her clothing.

The man was a large man. Late 40's. His hair was peppered with grey and black hairs. His skin a light tan. He was well built for his age, and was dressed in a red pajama pants, and he had no shirt on. Revealing his hairy body. He rocked slowly holding the woman's head.

I quickly set the camera on the counter and took my jacket off and moved around the man to his front. In doing so he seen me. He quickly grabbed the bat and stood up. He than pointed the bat at me, threatening me. His face red, eyes puffy, nose running as tears dripped down his face.

"Get the fuck back! You did this to her! Who the fuck are you!? How did you get in my house!?" The man out poured.

"The names James Wilson, and im a journalist," I stated as I bent down to try and check the woman's pulse. She was still alive.

"Get the fuck back!" The man yelled as he hit me in the back with the bat causing me to fall over in pain.

I shouted a cry of pain as I rolled over to look at him. He now stood over me. Bat to my chest.

"She's still alive! I'm trying to help her! I don't know how I got here! All I know was that I was in this house, but it was older and ruined. Suddenly the house is like this. I don't know who you are, but you need to let me help her!" I winced in pain, trying to plead for my life.

The man was taken aback by the fact that I stated his wife was alive, and dropped the bat. Than fell to the ground. His body shaking as he cried, " Sara..."

I took the chance to get up and look at the woman more clearly. She had a hit to the head, that was about it. I took my jacket and elevated her head. Than looked at the man saying, "If you want Sara to live you need to find me bandages and painkillers. It's the best I can do. Now can you please get them for me?"

The man still sat crying, staring at her body. Not moving. Than suddenly awoke and ran off when I told him to move again. 

After a few seconds he came back carrying a medical kit. He than set the case down and opened it rapidly. His hands trembling.

"Just hold her head up for me. Do you got a name?" I asked him as I tried my best to calm him.

"W-Walter," he cried as he began holding her head for me so I could get the bandages.

I than took the bandages and wrapped Sara's head in the wraps. Than took some of the painkillers he gave me, and put them in her mouth. Slowly massaging her throat so she swallowed them.

"Walter, shes going to be fine. We need to move her to a sofa or bed. Somewhere she can rest and take it easy. Can you help me with that?"

Walter shook his head and we both began to pick her up. The closest place was the living room. We gently set her on the sofa, keeping her head elevated.

"Thank you, I don't know who you are, but thank you. I was sure she was gonna be a gonner," Walter said as he slowly began to calm down.

"No problem," I stated.

Walter and Sara. I remember hearing about them. They were the last couple to move into this house. They both went missing shortly after moving in. How did I end up here? Where are we?  I thought to myself.

I went back and grabbed my camera and came back. Walter was beside Sara, holding her hand. The light from the living room showed the area. Showing me where they both were. Everything seemed to be modern, yet not to modern. A lot of the furniture looked a bit old. Late 1990's.

Did I go back in time? Is this a allision? What the hell is going on here?