Spookyness

Boo.

*Same as before...and credit goes to Saynez again. ;)

One day I buzzed on the party in honour of my friends’ – Ashton and Any – wedding day anniversary and spent the night at their place. I didn’t dare to drive a car being drunk. Besides, my friends got a big cottage that they inherited from their granny.

“Listen, the electrical supply company often blacks out our area at night.” Ashton warned me, “So, be careful. My son always scatters toys around. Once I have nearly slipped.”

I assured Ashton that I had taken note of his words, took bed sheets and went to sleep. I didn’t sleep well. I didn't know the reason – whether it was too much emotions over the previous day or I couldn’t get used to a new bed. All night through I had nightmares and visions of hellish stuff. It was hot in my room (in spite of the widely opened window). I got thirsty at two o’clock in the morning. I could bare the nightmares but the agony of thirst pressed me more closely and I got up to search for water.  

There was no electricity, as Anthony warned. My eyes got used to the dark, so there was no problem. I reached the refrigerator and took a cold juice out. I drank half a bottle of it at once. At this moment I heard a barely audible child crying. I frowned. The only person who could do it was Liam – Ashton’s 4-years-old son. I stood in the kitchen for a while straining my ears but the child kept crying. Any and Ashton were probably fast asleep.  

I put the juice back into the fridge and decided to see what was going on with the child. This was not my business at one hand, but I couldn’t pretend I had heard nothing and go to sleep.  

Moving towards the sound, I found it was coming from a room at the end of the hall and stopped. Crying was absolutely surely heard behind it, so I opened it slightly and quickly looked inside. It was a normal nursery room – there was a dispatched bed to the left, a table under the window, and a huge dark wardrobe stretched along the right wall.

“Liam?” I called quietly. “It’s me, Dennis. Why are you crying?”  

Something moved in the corner and the crying stopped.  

Here you are, Liam! I thought, and entered the room. I shut the door behind me and came up to the baby, who sat in the corner thickly muffled in a rug and wailed, quietly embracing a toy.  

“So,”I asked trying to be as sincere as I could “Why are you crying?”

Liam kept silent for a while and then said quietly:

“Boo.”

“What?” I hardly understood anything at that moment. It suddenly felt like there was  somebody standing behind me and I felt it dreadful as if my knees shook.  

I looked back all of a sudden but saw nobody there.  

“He is in the wardrobe,” Liam got up and stood near me, “He waits until you leave.”

The strange wardrobe… I was angry with myself – a grown man was afraid of a child’s imagination! I took control and went up to the wardrobe murmuring words that people used to say in these moments, something like “It is only a dream, there is nobody there, bla-bla-bla…” Liam kept standing in the corner.  

“Do you see? There is nothing here,” I said and threw the doors open. The wardrobe was empty. I told Liam to go to sleep, wished him good night and promised that I would punish any “Boo” within this house at his demand.  

Ashton woke me up in the morning. We had breakfast and began preparing to go fishing. I remembered my night adventure when we had nearly reached the lake. I him, laughing. Ashton kept silent and then said:

“Turn the car around.”

“What?” I looked surprisingly at my friend. He was as pale as Death.  

“Liam slept with us all night. My late elder brother used to sleep in the room in the end of the corridor.” He explained.

“You said your brother?”I asked, and shivered.

Ashton nodded.  

“He was found dead when he was only four. He used to say that he saw somebody. It came out of the wardrobe. My son tells that he sees it too.”