Uninvited Guests (A Short Horror Story)

Univited guests

Uninvited Guests

People say houses are haunted not people. That's a lie. I was just twenty eight at the time. So sweat, so nice. I never knew what was coming next. You would have never guessed that came would come at the time. I was a nurse for the elder. I loved the elder people, and they loved me.

Back then when everything was so happy and nice, I got a new job for an old woman named Mrs. Wendry. She was eighty seven, and had short curly grey hair. The old woman wore half-moon glasses although she did not read so she never used them. She said few words to me within the time I was with her. They only consisted of "oatmeal, please, water", and she even yelled "they are coming!"every once in awhile. She insisted to call me her daughter that passed away ten years ago, Millie, because she claims I remind me of her.

I had finally finished unpacking my few belongings into my new living space. I then started walking up to Mrs. Wendry's room to assist her. As I was walking up the stairs I heard a noise. It was the sort of noise that you would hear if you gotten hurt or bumped your head. I then heard an inhuman squeal and I quickly yelled from the bottom of the stairs "Mrs. Wendry! Are you alright up there?" I said as if I was going to get an answer. Mrs. Wendry does not speak too much as I have mentioned. "Mrs. Wendry?" I called again, it being more of a question than a statement.

By then I was walking up the stairs and slowly approaching her door. I hesitated, then slowly put my hand on the unsal cold door handle. "Mrs. Wen-" I had to stop my self. I could not continue my sentences. Mrs. Wendry was lying on the floor almost lifeless.

She had a stroke. How did I not know? I saw no symptoms when I gave her breakfast this morning.No face dropping, no slurred speech. Nothing. I quickly went over to the home phone and dialled help. Anyone would help.

A few days later Mrs. Wendry was back in 'health' and sitting in her regular arm chair watching the television. She seemed to be quietly muttering to herself. I was curious of what she was muttering so I asked."Mrs. Wendry?"

"Yes?" she answered quietly.

"Who are you talking to?"She paused for a moment.

"The girl. Do not anger her or you will not like the consequences!"She practically yelled at me, which was surprising because she was always so quiet. What also surprised me was the amount of words she used in one sentence. She never used that many words at once. And what was she talking about the girl, the only people within miles was herself and I.

"What are you talking about Mrs. Wendry? We are the only ones around here." To be honest I was confused. Who could she be talking to.

"She said to leave her alone,Millie I don't want you getting hurt."she suddenly stopped as she saw something. She was staring at the mirror behind me. I took a glance behind me and saw something move. I then fully turned around and looked at the mirror and saw Mrs. Wendry and myself but there was something that did not belong. It was a bright sunny day and the warm sun shone through the curtains. Our shadows were in fact visible. But there was a shadow that did not belong, a shadow that had no person or piece of furniture to go with it. It was a lone shadow. It then started quickly moving towards me. I was panicking and started stepping backwards and it kept on coming at me. And then it passed straight through me as if I was not there and I spun around just in time to see it dissolve into the mirror.

"She wants to have the mirror in your room so she can say 'hello' when she wants to." Mrs. Wendry said in an airy voice that would have scared any child into thinking she was a ghost.

"Who is she Mrs.?"I slowly asked, still scared of the shadowy figure. Mrs. Wendry then started shaking like a leaf, her eyes got so big I thought they were going to pop right out of her head. I then asked what was wrong and she did not reply. She continued to shake and the room became cold. The room seemed to lose the light it once had and got darker and darker. It got so dark that I could no longer see Mrs. Wendry or the furniture. All I could see was dark. Then out of the darkness was a light. I still could not see but I saw the light so, like a normal person, I started walking towards it and it got brighter as I did so. The light had an aura around it that drew my attention. It made me feel happy like when my father was here with me. Like he was talking to me in his sweat, soothing voice he has. I felt like I could never be gloomy or melancholy again. It reeled me in and then I suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar basement. It seemed like I knew this place all my life. It then hit me. This is the basement of Mrs. Wendry's house. I was walking down into the basement and saw a small wooden door the perfect size for a small child.