Jason stood in front of a house. The house had a wooden exterior and was kept nicely. He approached the door and knocked on it. The knock reverbrated inside the house but no response came. He stood there silently and raised his knuckles to knock again. Still no response came. He knocked for the third time but this time the door slowly moved. He felt rising trepidation within him , trying to anticipate the response by the house owner. He waited but the door was still.
He gave a gentle push at the door and the door swung open. "Anybody?" He asked himself. Not a soul was there to welcome him inside or to throw him outside. The hall was illuminated by warm lights and interior smelt of wood. He walked inside and heard the squashing of mud beneath his feet. When he looked down he saw trails of mud behind him.
"Is anybody Home?" He cried. But still no sound. He looked back to see if there was someone outside. Nothing save the deluge of rain and the two creatures. He took of his shoes and settled it aside. He felt the warm wood beneath his feet. He closed the door and went inside to search the house. The house was silent as if in her slumber. There were stairs which lead to the second floor. He walked across the hall which lead him into the lounge. The lounge was old fashioned with not much decor. A sofa was there in the middle facing the TV. The lounge was covered by an italian mat. There was a grandfather clock between two rooms. There were three doors in the lounge which lead into their respective bedrooms. On the opposite side was a small kitchen.
"Anybody Home?" He said his words much louder than before. "Are they really sleeping? There gonna freak out if there gonna see me in their property" He walked towards one of the door and knocked at it with no response he opened it.
There was no one inside. A bed stood there silently as if calling him. Jason delayed his slumber and checked the other two rooms but none had a soul within them. He went inside the third bedroom and laid himself on it. He pulled the blanket upto his his chest. He saw a picture over there in the bedroom. He jumped up when he saw it . The picture showed a family and was rather gray. He quickly recognized the individuals in it.
They were the Andersons. The whole family had passed away in a tragic accident but their dead body were never found. Anderson's eldest daughter went missing with no clue. As for the rest of the family they vanished ten days after their daughters went missing. The Press claimed it as a murder case whilst the critics said that there was a more sinister story behind it. Though critics were never able to put forward thier thoughts on the media. Not even a droplet of blood was found there.
"Poor family" He wondered who was taking care of the house after them. "Was the house sold to another owner?" He went over and over on these tremoil of thoughts but in vain. He again pulled the blanket over his chest and rested his head on the pillow and slowly and gradually he was lost in his own slumber.
