sketch
artist with she looked like?” Andrew asked after a moment of
thought.
“ Sure, maybe it’s not
her.” Dillon said and fell asleep, the medication had taken
effect.
Andrew left the hospital confused and
angry. He reached his vehicle and looked around for the first
time.
Birds have settled in the big trees at
the edge of the parking lot. Clouds were heavy and denser. The sun
headed lazily for the horizon and the wind was brisk.
Andrew stopped at his vehicle and
looked around again. The day was gone and he was questioning
everything he knew. He had too many questions that needed answers.
He wasn’t a heavy drinker, hardly touched alcohol, but tonight he
needed to settle his mind. He walked to the pub a short distance
away.
*~*~*
*VIII*
Helen heard a noise that came from
Olivia’s room. Olivia was playing at her feet. It was a muffled
shoveling sound. Someone moved heavy furniture and scattered toys
across the carpeted floor.
She got up fast.
Someone moved fast through the
upstairs passage and darted into the bathroom.
Olivia didn’t react to the noise.
Little footsteps echoed through the silence, a door slammed shut.
Helen moved to the archway between the lounge and the dining
area.
She stopped.
She continued to the front door and
opened it midway. If there was a small quitter upstairs and she
manages to chase it down the stairs, she would want it to leave the
house.
“ Honey, I need you to draw
me the best picture with the most colors you can then I’ll look at
your drawing when I get back just now.”
“ Yes mommy.” Olivia called
back.
Helen noticed the noise had stopped.
Silently she stood at the bottom of the stairs one hand rested on
the rail as she watched the top. The quitter upstairs started
again. It sounded louder than a small creature that had crawled in
through an open window.
Helen walked up slowly. Nervously she
took them step by step, gaining her balance before shifting her
weight. Her back firmly tucked in against the wall. In the bathroom
to her left the sound echoed loudly. A ghostly moan she had heard
on the lake and in her basement slowed her down. Something’s thrown
against the wall, glass shattered and falling pieces clattered
loudly.
Helen glanced through the passage, it
was empty.
She heard a soft thump against a door.
She swung toward the bathroom door ready to yank it open and
stopped.
Her heart pounded, she felt weak and
dumb founded.
The door stood wide open and nothing
seemed damaged or even out of place.
The doors off the passages were wide
open. All the rooms leading into the passage’s covered with a thick
beige carpet that would’ve absorbed any sound from an unexpected
fall or moving of furniture. The bathroom might possibly offer the
sound as the floor and walls were tiles.
Helen heard sounds from Olivia’s room,
something moved fast.
She peeped around the corner. Paper
and crayons laid scattered across the floor. Scattered clothing
from the closet and chest of drawer lay across the carpet. Toys
were out of the old wooden toy box and heaped on the floor. The
closed window was still intact.
She stepped into the room
cautiously.
Someone pulled the bedspread from the
bed and left it near the toys. It looked like someone had sat under
it. The curtains pulled from the railing. The hooks still dangled
on the railing. A dropped pillow fell on the side of the bed.
Strange marking mapped the wall, written with colorful
crayon.
Helen didn’t go further.
The room was neat when she left
moments earlier. Olivia was with her downstairs since her bath. She
could see that nothing was as she left it only moments ago. Someone
has turned the room upside down in a rage fit.
A soft weep echoed from behind
her.
She turned slowly.
A small boy stood in the doorway. He’s
arms stretched out in front of him. His eyes were cold, gray and
urgent. His hair and clothes were wet. A small puddle of water
darkened the carpet at his feet. His skin was the color of ash.
artist with she looked like?” Andrew asked after a moment of
thought.
“ Sure, maybe it’s not
her.” Dillon said and fell asleep, the medication had taken
effect.
Andrew left the hospital confused and
angry. He reached his vehicle and looked around for the first
time.
Birds have settled in the big trees at
the edge of the parking lot. Clouds were heavy and denser. The sun
headed lazily for the horizon and the wind was brisk.
Andrew stopped at his vehicle and
looked around again. The day was gone and he was questioning
everything he knew. He had too many questions that needed answers.
He wasn’t a heavy drinker, hardly touched alcohol, but tonight he
needed to settle his mind. He walked to the pub a short distance
away.
*~*~*
*VIII*
Helen heard a noise that came from
Olivia’s room. Olivia was playing at her feet. It was a muffled
shoveling sound. Someone moved heavy furniture and scattered toys
across the carpeted floor.
She got up fast.
Someone moved fast through the
upstairs passage and darted into the bathroom.
Olivia didn’t react to the noise.
Little footsteps echoed through the silence, a door slammed shut.
Helen moved to the archway between the lounge and the dining
area.
She stopped.
She continued to the front door and
opened it midway. If there was a small quitter upstairs and she
manages to chase it down the stairs, she would want it to leave the
house.
“ Honey, I need you to draw
me the best picture with the most colors you can then I’ll look at
your drawing when I get back just now.”
“ Yes mommy.” Olivia called
back.
Helen noticed the noise had stopped.
Silently she stood at the bottom of the stairs one hand rested on
the rail as she watched the top. The quitter upstairs started
again. It sounded louder than a small creature that had crawled in
through an open window.
Helen walked up slowly. Nervously she
took them step by step, gaining her balance before shifting her
weight. Her back firmly tucked in against the wall. In the bathroom
to her left the sound echoed loudly. A ghostly moan she had heard
on the lake and in her basement slowed her down. Something’s thrown
against the wall, glass shattered and falling pieces clattered
loudly.
Helen glanced through the passage, it
was empty.
She heard a soft thump against a door.
She swung toward the bathroom door ready to yank it open and
stopped.
Her heart pounded, she felt weak and
dumb founded.
The door stood wide open and nothing
seemed damaged or even out of place.
The doors off the passages were wide
open. All the rooms leading into the passage’s covered with a thick
beige carpet that would’ve absorbed any sound from an unexpected
fall or moving of furniture. The bathroom might possibly offer the
sound as the floor and walls were tiles.
Helen heard sounds from Olivia’s room,
something moved fast.
She peeped around the corner. Paper
and crayons laid scattered across the floor. Scattered clothing
from the closet and chest of drawer lay across the carpet. Toys
were out of the old wooden toy box and heaped on the floor. The
closed window was still intact.
She stepped into the room
cautiously.
Someone pulled the bedspread from the
bed and left it near the toys. It looked like someone had sat under
it. The curtains pulled from the railing. The hooks still dangled
on the railing. A dropped pillow fell on the side of the bed.
Strange marking mapped the wall, written with colorful
crayon.
Helen didn’t go further.
The room was neat when she left
moments earlier. Olivia was with her downstairs since her bath. She
could see that nothing was as she left it only moments ago. Someone
has turned the room upside down in a rage fit.
A soft weep echoed from behind
her.
She turned slowly.
A small boy stood in the doorway. He’s
arms stretched out in front of him. His eyes were cold, gray and
urgent. His hair and clothes were wet. A small puddle of water
darkened the carpet at his feet. His skin was the color of ash.
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