Peculiar Occurrences

Five

Saturday

Sunny days, but it could be better for the three of them

George was lying back on the sofa with ambivalent emotions rushing through him; mostly terror and anger. He was terrified because of the creepy man and was angry because Mel didn't believe him.

"George, I should've listened to you about that house, I guess you weren't talking utter crap." Mel stated; walking into the room in her dressing gown whilst sipping a cup of tea.

George didn't say anything; he was staring up at the ceiling with a blank face in contemplation.

"What is up with you, grumpy?" Interrupted Sean; barging into the living room.

"Nothing, Sean. Nothing." George stated; without expression or moodiness.

"Still in shock from yesterday, I suppose. Although creepy guy didn't attack George and he did absolutely nothing about it." Mel pointed out; whilst smirking at George.

"Well, Melissa Esruc, it was YOUR fault because you HAD to yell out loud "What is this?! Poltergeist activity?!" just so you could provoke anybody up there!" Protested George; darting off the sofa and standing vis-a-vis to Mel.

"At least I got out my gun and shot the guy just so we could escape and I didn't know that he was to resurrect like Jesus flippin' Christ, was I?!" Shouted Mel; pointing to her gun on the stairs.

Without warning, there was a loud knock on the door. The light bulb in the room flickered out completely. The room got colder. The three of them cowered behind the sofa.

"Open the door. You know you should, I heard your conversation; it was about me. You know it is not nice to gossip about demons." Said a cold voice; having a little mischievous streak to the person's voice.

The three of them didn't say a word; they know they shouldn't answer the door. Then two bright, creepy blue eyes looked through the letter box. The creepy guy has returned; the pair of eyes were drawn to the three of them.

"Hello. Would you like to play hide-and-seek with me? Because I feel lonely." Creepy guy mocked; whilst pouting rather creepily.

The three of them still stood there, quiet and seconds later, the letterbox was shut and heard footsteps walking away from the house. Strange but terrifying cackling was heard in the distance and was coming closer to the house.

George felt a cold, ticklish breeze brushing against his cheek that made him shiver, next it was Mel, she shivered all over and her teeth were chattering a little, Sean was standing still as a statue, squeezing his hands tight at his sides.

The shivers stopped all at once and went to room temperature again.

...Another knock was heard again, but it was not loud and disturbing...