Just For Fun - No Real Story

He Was Alone

Sometimes he'd hear things in the walls, sometimes he'd hear things in the cupboard. It's been a rough year for Charlie, hell, maybe even a rough few. Maybe it had been the recent break up, being left over text was never fun for anyone. Charlie never did have many people in his life, his dad had left at a young age, he doesn't remember his face. His mom was never around much either, always trying to make a living for the two of them.

It was today that Charlie was uneasy, something felt odd, and it hadn't been the empty void he thought he'd never be able to fill. It wasn't a sense of loneliness or a sense of hopelessness, his lack of motivation couldn't have caused these feelings. It had to have been whatever the things were doing in the walls. He had always chalked up the things in the walls or cupboards to be mouses, and that the people he had contracted to exterminate them would come over and do their job quick enough. They should have been here half an hour ago. They should have been fixing it right now, but everything was quiet. Knock knock. Here it goes again. That damned sound. Charlie went back to sitting down, it wasn't done yet. Then he shot up concerned.

"That sound came from upstairs."

The attic was an unusually quiet place, like one would want it to be. Charlie was home alone, nobody should be around and the workers were running late, or at least that's what he thought.

He heard a few more taps across the house. He had to do something. After a few minutes of preparing himself and hoping for the best, he gathered the courage to go up to the attic.

On his way to the attic, he got a knife from the kitchen, just to be safe. As soon as he reached for that knife, he realized it had a weird red liquid hanging off of it, just slightly, and it looked like someone rushed when washing it. Upon closer inspection he had a terrible realization. Blood. He dropped the knife and reached for something non-lethal, a broom maybe. He reached for whatever was on his left and yanked it forward, hoping it would be something he could use. It was no use, something yanked back. After Charlie had felt the tug, he took a second and realized that whatever he was holding was... quite bony. Charlie looked up and saw the face of an old scrawny woman, staring back at him. He was alone.