Fear.
They were all around him, voices whispering in the dark. He knew
he was in his living room, for he could just make out the outlines of the
furniture. But it was different, weird and distorted. And the voices...they
would not stop whispering. The voices were barely audible, he had to strain his
ears to hear them. He called out “Mom? Dad?”
…Silence was his answer. His heart started to race. The darkness
seemed to be creeping up on him. He cried out more urgently “Mom?! Dad!?”
A chill went down his spine, the hairs on his arms stood up,
and a shiver coursed through his body. The whispers grew more urgent, louder,
desperate even. Fear was gripping at his throat as he croaked “Mom!? Dad?!”
A creak at the top of the stairs caused him to look over. His
vision could not pierce the black veil but he could hear footsteps descending
the stairs. The stairs creaked and a soft ‘thump, thump, thump’ was heard. The
boy at once felt relieved, finally his Mom or Dad had come to save him from the
darkness. “Mom…Dad” the boy said, a smile tugging at his lips.
‘Thump, thump, thump.’ His smile faltered. A thought crept into
his mind, a seed that grew into something terrible. What if that is not my
parents. ‘Thump, thump, thump.’ A wave of terror crashed over him and the
whispers became an uproar as the thump descended the stairs. He could barely
stand let alone breathe. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ His heart was about to burst.
With one last loud tremendous ‘thump’ that shook the boy to his core, the thump
finally reached the foot of the stairs. The boy, eyes wide with terror, was
about to scream when all of a sudden……silence.
The whispers disappeared. The boy was unable to make out a
silhouette through the darkness. The silence itself became almost unbearable.
He stood for what felt like an eternity. Maybe, just maybe it was over. In a
low tone called out “Mom? Dad?”
An icy breeze on the back on the of his neck was his answer.
The boy froze; he could feel a presence staring at him, through him, no, into
him. Into his soul. A loud thump directly behind him made him turn. A woman’s
terrible scream pierced the silence. A face gray and lifeless with dark holes
for eyes and a grin from ear to ear stood but inches from his face…
The boy awoke screaming in his bed. The boy’s mother awoke to
sound of screaming from her loving child and rushed into the room to comfort
him. He relayed the dream to his mother and all she could do was laugh. She left
and the boy, much relieved, went to brush his teeth. He walked down to the
bathroom and locked the door. He opened the mirror cabinet to retrieve his
toothbrush, glanced to the window and wondered why the sun was not up. Suddenly
a thump from down the hall made the boy freeze. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ the boy
dropped his toothbrush. ‘Thump, thump, thump’ grew louder and closer as it
approached the door. The boy could not move, could not scream. One last ‘thump’
at the door, an icy breathe on the back of his neck. The boy held his breath.
The glass cabinet slammed shut……-end
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