Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

       “So, tell me what happened,” said Cathy. 
        Karen could smell the fresh tea she just made. She handed Karen a warm cup. Karen could see the steam dancing like an apparition above it and so she took a slow sip. 
       “Well, at first there was this knocking on what I first thought was the front door which had woken me up… “ She continued the story of last night to Cathy. 
        Cathy hadn’t said a word throughout her sister’s tale. She looked to be in a state of paralysis. It had taken her back. Back to when she was a child… 

        While living in the house with her parents and lil’ Karen, Cathy was playing on the tire swing out front. It was just her and Karen. Her dad was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a few days, he had said. But normally, he would stay longer than what he would tell them. This had always made their mother angry. 
        She wanted to know when he was supposed to be back home, so she leapt off the swing and headed around the house to find Mom. She was walking right next to the house while she peered through the dirty windows. Inside, was the living room and what looked like a man standing in the middle. She couldn’t tell who it was. It was just blackness. 
        The dark figure stood there. Cathy couldn’t see any eyes or mouth, but she knew it was watching her. Watching her walk slowly around the house.
        “Mom?” She yelled. 
      
        Nothing. 
        As she came around the house, it would still face her without moving. At first, she didn’t know what to think, but now since her mom wasn’t answering, she was scared. 
        When she arrived at the side door, she could still see it through the door’s window, still staring. Cathy opened the door as fast as she could and without looking at it, she ran to the opposite room next to the kitchen. 
        There, washing dishes in the kitchen was her mom. 
        She ran up beside her. “Mommy, there’s someone standing in the living room.”
        Of course her mom was alarmed, but she didn’t show it. Especially when she took Cathy to the living room and saw nothing.
        “But I swear mom!” Cathy argued, but to no avail. 
         But that was just the beginning of it. 
        The next time, Cathy was lying in her bed reading a book. She was laying on her right side with her back to the table with the lamp. That’s when she got a weird feeling. Not just that someone was there, she could sense someone was very close to her. 
         She put her book down and flipped over towards her light. 
        She froze. 
        Heart stopped. 
        With her widened eyes, she was looking at a black figure crouched down next to her bed to where his face was level with hers. She couldn’t see its eyes but knew they were in a dead-stare with hers. It slowly tilted its head as if it was examining her. 
        It then gently stood up, took one more look at her then walked towards her closet. Without even opening the door, it simply had walked through it. 
        That’s all she remembered from that night. So when Karen mentioned a shadowy figure, tears gently rolled down her pink cheeks. 
        Karen was shocked at first, but then understood. She had seen them, too.