Creepypasta - The Guardian Mother

11 | Another Presence

Meanwhile; 9:10pm

                  He watched the master, writing away on the paper; on and on and on. The master never looked away, never broke its gaze, nor did it even flinched its body. The only thing that the master used was its arm, hand and fingers. With the pen in between the master's fingers, it wrote away.

He laid his head on his arm and kept watch of the surroundings. From outside, he could hear the thunder and lightning. The screeching of the window that came from the twigs, swinging slowly up and down; It wasn't pleasant, he grumbled lowly. Addition to the living, scratching twigs, came the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the windowsill. Though he hated the sound of the twigs, he loved the sounds of the raindrops. He found it soothing to listen to them. They're like secret patterns and rhythms from a song. You might not hear it but it's there.

The bookshelves seemed symmetrical to him. However, he looked more tentatively, he could see that all the books were different; Different in sizes and colours. Length and positions. He could see one book that was leaning off to the right, it's head on the wooden board. The one book seemed to be grey with mixtures of other colours, but he could not identify them to himself. He counted that there at least fives shelves, perhaps holding more than 350 books. He always counted the books out of boredom since all he did was sit on his bed and wait. Until the master called to him. Ordered him to do something

         His eyes gazed back to the master, which he caught the master's head looking up; Towards him. The master had stopped writing; probably because of him. 

If he could, he would flinch;  surprised and shocked.

"You seem to be troubled, Smile," The master says, "What is it? Is it Ruby Easterwood?"

He picked up his head, shifting his paws around, pointing directly at the master.

"The girl is off, master. She acts like this is normal. Don't you think that's odd?"

He started panting. The master put down the pen and placed both his hands behind the desk, not visible to his vision.

"What have you learned, Smile? If you know something," It paused, "Then you know you need to tell me."

He was quiet. However, the master was waiting for him to answer. Either way, he had no option.

"This morning, I was watching the girl sleeping. In case she tried to escape once again. She woke up a few hours after I watched her. She looked peaceful. That girl doesn't know how bad the circumstances are."

"Smile," The master spoke, but its voice was more assertive and low. He knew that he was getting off the topic.

"She didn't know I was in the room so I moved next to her bed, where she noticed me. The girl didn't touch me, but I could tell she wasn't afraid of me. Something was holding her back. She turned around but then, she turned stiff. Almost as if she was frozen, she didn't move.  I found that weird. I wanted to bark at her, but then Jane came into the room after. I slipped out of the room before Jane noticed me."

The master was silent. And though he didn't say anything, its silence bugged him. Its silence could mean anything, due to the fact the master had no face.

However, his fear of the master being angry grew more, as the master stood up, the chair pierced the wooden floors. He kept his fear in darkness and kept a brave dog face. The master walked slowly to the left, his whole body now visible to him. It stood there, its legs far apart.

Sometimes he wondered if the master was ever scared. Or in fear of anything or anyone.
The master never showed. He knew why;

Because it knew how to make people suffer.