The Truth Behind the Footsteps

Chapter 1: Creak in the floor

"The reason why I keep my feelings to myself, is because I can't explain them." ~ Anonymous

I say I'm okay when I'm far from it. I pretend its all fine and that it isn't real. No one can really know, no one could really understand. They would laugh or roll their eyes like it was nothing but tales. Then who is it? Who is this person? I told myself it was nothing, but I think it might be. I know it sounds crazy but it actually could be real. I might not be imagining.

"Who is it?"

I slouched in a wooden chair in a police station. The building was painted gray with a cement floor that gave you the chills when you walked upon it, yeah it was that cold. I lifted my phone and turned it to the lock screen. I stared at the time that had been ticking away slowly.

"Skylar! Skylar Todt!"

I kept staring at the feet under the table. Thinking, it was hard to say what it was I thought. It was jumbled. I just stared at the worn-brown shoes that had been feet flat on the floor.

"Excuse me, Skylar! I don't have all day," the officer lectured me.

I finally returned to my senses. Looking up I saw, a man with his sheriff hat on and his black hair shaved on the sides. He stared at me with piercing blue eyes that could cut a diamond by itself. (Naturally diamonds were cut by other diamonds, but his eyes really could.) He repeated the question I had been asked a hundred times.

"Who is it?" he questioned me.

I looked at him with my mouth open wide, I was trying to form the words. Build the strength to speak it. Who had it been? And why?

"I-t ha-d been a-"

"Skylar, you need to form the words, I can't read minds, I need you to help the police identify who it is," he spoke with patience, yet I see he was getting frustrated. I had been interrogated for hours. Nothing seemed to come out. I know this was getting tiring on both ends, I just wanted to go home.

"It was a woman, a- woman with, " I froze trying to think about what I had seen," A woman with curly hair."

"Thank you, do you remember anything else?" he started to become impatient.

"No, sorry I don't," I lied. I couldn't handle this. It had been too chilling. I am scared, I have been scared and yet I couldn't help speak to save myself.

"You may leave," he sighed and got up from his seat to talk to a co-worker.

I left in a hurry, grabbing my bag and phone and running to the door. I, there saw Melody. Melody, Pennson. She had been there for me since we were just kids. Our families had been secretly tied, but we never found out until after we became friends. The wind blew, I caught my brown hair and tucked it behind my ears. Melody looked up after hearing feet walking towards her. Her short brown hair was pushed in a hair band.

"Hey," she sympathized," how was it?"

"Good- I guess," I replied. I couldn't keep lying to everyone. Melody had always told me I could talk to her whenever. But, this was too much too tell. It was too much to even keep. There was no where the information could go. I held it in.

"Ready to go?" she asked me, starting to turn around and start walking.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

We hopped in her Toyota Camry and drove to my house. I unlocked the door to the back kitchen and entered the first level. Melody told me she needed to get something out of the car. I closed the door behind me, and the curtains pushed against it. I set my keys on the counter and continued to walk throughout the house.

I felt this weird feeling. That someone else was in my house. It felt like someone had been there for a while, but I thought that was just my paranoia. I heard a creak in the floor above me, I glanced up and waited. My heart pounded. Next, a creak in the staircase that led to the second level. I stood there looking at it. I just froze with my fist clenched. I screamed. And close my eyes. Suddenly arms stretched around me. I bawled and sulked. I fell to the ground and curled into a ball.

a/n : Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it! I'll come out with Chapter 2 as soon as possible. In the meantime, have a nice day! -Izzy