The Supernatural takes control

I came running down the staircase that led from my bedroom upstairs to the front door downstairs. As i reached the floor, i put my foot down on the first diamond of the sea of tiles that stretched out in front of me. I hopped, and as i was in mid-air, I put both feet down, in the tiles just above the previous one, one foot in each diamond. Hopscotch.

I continued this pattern for the small distance between the first step of the staircase and the front door. It was only about two meters long and contained a maximum of six tiles.
When i ran out of tiles one way, i jumped and turned my body around, thus continuing the game but in the opposite direction. It reminded me a lot of the hopscotch game we used to play in primary school.

Quickly, i had eaten the distance from the big wooden door to the first step of the flight. Again, I jumped and changed direction whilst flying, watching the step disappear from my view and seeing the tile floor expand in front of me, leading to the front door.

That was when I saw him.

In the middle of my leap, my head had whipped past the lounge, meaning I saw the room for a brief second before landing on my feet. He had been there, not even for the length of a heartbeat, in the corner of my eye.

He had been sitting on the sofa facing me. He had appeared to be only about nine years of age. He had shiny, silky, brown hair that laid flat on his head and his skin looked soft, signifying that he had neither lost his baby skin neither been touched by age or reality.
He was just sat there staring blankly at the wall opposite of him. I could tell he had not blinked in a long time for his dark, brown eyes were wide and glassy, as though lost in deep thought. However, his body language did not present a train of thought, but depicted a young boy scared, as though sat in a classroom with a very strict teacher. He sat erect, his hands laid out perfectly on his thighs and his knees bent at a ninety degree angle. He looked like a school boy from the twentieth century.
On the other hand, his clothes were not those of an educated young man but of a poor farmer boy. He wore dungarees, of a jean blue material that had ragged edges and what i could only assume were mud stains at the cuffs.
All of this information registered in my head in the space of a tic from the clock.

As i landed from my jump, my head was yet again facing the door. I stood there for not even a second, my body stopped dead in its tracks, thinking about what i had just witnessed. After what felt like two whole hours, i spun my gaze back towards the lounge to find that there was no young boy sitting on the sofa; that not a trace of him had been left behind. My entire body froze. Confusion and fear made my heart race, making a beating sound in my ears, as though fifty drums were being hit at the same time. My mind had gone completely blank. He was gone. I lost the feeling of control of my body and the only thing that kept me conscious was the overpowering thump of my heart, echoing in a cave of incomprehension.

Suddenly, my body awoke. I bolted for the kitchen that was situated on the opposite side of the lounge. I had to get out of sight of the lounge ! I did not want to see it again !

When i arrived in the kitchen, a couple of seconds later, panting as though i had run for miles, only one thought repeated itself in my still empty mind, never losing its strenth : "Oh my god ! Oh my god ! Oh my god !"
I mouthed the words as i paced back and forth in the small kitchen. What should i do now !? I popped my head round the doorframe and spied into the empty lounge, unable to say what i wanted to see. I definitely did not want to see the boy again, meaning that he was real, yet i did not like the sight of the bare sofa because it meant that i was unsure of what i had seen. My whole body shook from head to toe. I could not think straight.

Finally, i had come to the conclusion to sit down in the kitchen and wait for a family member to come home.
However, after ten whole minutes, i could feel the silence of the house imposing itself upon my ears, weighing on my shoulders, almost as though it had two hands on my body, holding me back from any escape. But that was just a feeling.

I stood up, took a deep breath and made my way to the kitchen door. Again, i tilted my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the lounge. Empty. I stepped out of the safe zone of the kitchen and very slowly made my way to the lounge door, scared that any sudden movements would summon the apparition again, my eyes never leaving the spot where the young boy had been sat. Eventually, i arrived at the sofa and said out loud, in case there were ears listening in on me: "There is only way to get over this..."
I sat down where he had sat. I put my forearms on my thighs as he had done. I placed my feet parallel to each other, my legs bent at a ninety degree angle, and looked straight ahead of me with placid eyes.

After only a couple of seconds, i felt those silent hands creeping up my back again, causing goosebumps to reach my neck. I shivered. I jumped. I stood up, jerked around to look back at that spot and saw only the print i had left.
"That's enough", i said aloud. And walked away, calmly.