Wicked Little Things

Chapter Four

When Logan arrived in his room, he started unpacking his things.  He was carrying some of his clothes to the wardrobe when he thought he heard someone walking in the hall and stopping just outside his room.  He placed his clothes on the bed, went to the door and opened it.

          When he opened it, he was surprised to see that there was no one there.  He couldn’t help but notice how cold it felt in the doorway and how the hair on his arms stood on end.  He did his best to dismiss it, but he still couldn’t get rid of the feeling that there was someone or something there.

          He turned as he started shutting the door, and his heart skipped a beat when it was met with some resistance from the other side.  He drew the door back toward him slightly and then tried shutting it.  Again, he felt as though something was pushing it back from the other side.

          He was getting impatient and pushed the door with all his might slamming it shut.  The walls vibrated, and Logan could hear what sounded like someone running down the hall laughing.

          He didn’t know who or what wasn’t letting him shut the door, but he felt that it was obviously a game to whoever it was.  He tried to keep his mind off it as he continued unpacking his belongings, but he couldn’t get rid of the uneasiness he felt.

          He suddenly began to feel like there was something in the room with him.  It was the same feeling he had when he was wrestling with the door and felt it had to be the same thing; only now it was in the room with him. 

          When he moved from one part of the room to another, he felt it follow him, and it unnerved him greatly.  He didn’t want to give any satisfaction by acknowledging its presence, but it was almost more than he could stand.

          As he was finishing hanging up the last of his clothes in the wardrobe, there was a sharp knock on the door.  While he was walking to answer the door, he heard a soft whisper, “Shh…she’s here!”  A breeze went across the room and knocked a lamp over as it made its exit just as Logan opened the door to see Mrs. Morrison standing there.

          “How are things coming along, Master Logan?  Are you getting yourself settled in well?”

          Since she didn’t seem to hear the lamp falling over, he really didn’t want to alarm her as to what had happened before she arrived.  In fact, he didn’t even think she would’ve believed him even if he did tell her.  His decision to say nothing about it was a difficult one considering how frightened he was.

          “Yes, I think I’m getting settled in just fine.  Thank you.”

          “Dinner is almost ready.  You can follow me to the dining hall if you wish,” said Mrs. Morrison.

          Logan hadn’t been so happy to see someone before in his life and almost felt like he was about to jump out of his own skin, “Yes!  I’d like that very much!”

          As he was leaving the room, he heard a couple of giggles, “Do you think we got his attention?” a faint whisper sounded.

          “Yes.  I think we have,” responded another one.

          Logan wasn’t sure if he was hearing well, but he could’ve sworn that one voice sounded like a little girl and the other a little boy.  Perhaps they were the same boy and girl he saw standing in the window as he walked up the front steps into the estate.