Frightful Flash Fiction

The New House

The banging on the bathroom door got louder. I could hear him yelling. I knew there was nothing I could do, I knew that I was going to die here. Everything went downhill since we moved. Me, my older brother, my mom, and my dad, moved to a new house. It was a beautiful house, really spacious and for an affordable price. But there was something off about it, I don't know why, but I always felt there was something wrong. I kept hearing weird noises at night, I heard small banging noises and could swear there was someone whispering outside my door. I told my parents, but they brushed it off like it was nothing. A few months passed, and Mom got sick. At first it wasn't too bad, but she just kept getting worse. Dad took her to the doctor and the doctor gave my mom medicine. We thought the medicine would help, but she just kept getting worse. She started to see things. Especially at night. One time, she suffered sleep paralysis. She said she saw the tall shadowy figure of a woman walk up to her husband and look over him. The shadow, apparently, also kissed Dad's forehead before staring at my mother. It then disappeared, and shortly after Mom was able to move fine. Mom's hair went gray, stress can do that. I kept telling Dad to move, that the house was doing this to Mom, but he said that would be crazy. I told my brother and he said to give it more time. So, we gave it more time, and then the worst happened. Mom was sitting in the livingroom, I just came home from school. The very second I closed the door, Mom started talking. I couldn't understand a single thing she said. It was all incoherent. I kept trying to talk to her but nothing helped. All of a sudden, Mom starts convulsing. I screamed so loud, Dad came running in to see what was happening. The second he entered the livingroom he just stood there, eyes wide. Mom died that day. It was hard for all of us. Especially for my dad. One night, I got up to get water, and I could hear him talking to someone in his room. He was talking about how much he loved them. At first, I thought he was pretending to talk to Mom, maybe his way to cope. However, the next night, I got up to go use the bathroom, and I heard Dad talking again. However, this time he was saying that he was glad she was gone, and how he could finally be with them. I opened the door, ready to scream at my dad, but he was asleep. I felt so freaked out, I quickly used the bathroom and went back to bed. Another couple months passed and my brother was off to college, full scholarship. He was dorming. It was just me and my dad now. Weird stuff kinda stopped happening for awhile, me and my dad went out a bit more, which was actually kinda nice. Me and Dad always had a pretty good relationship, but here I am. Hiding in the bathroom as he tries to kill me. The door finally gave in, and it broke open. I looked my dad in the eye, and without hesitation he fired. I fell to the ground, I could feel my life fading. As my eyes started to close, I could see a tall shadowy figure of a woman standing behind him. I guess Mom wasn't seeing things.