I finally got in. I hung about outside the house, kicking a football against the wall, just waiting for them all to leave. It was sunny and it got me away from that stupid dance programme Mum watches. Well eventually they all piled out of their house and into that BMW he drives. He pulled away and I could see Julie looking at me from the back seat. I'm sure she suspects something.
I waited for about ten minutes after they'd gone, just to make sure they weren't coming back, then I pulled the key out of my pocket and walked over to the house. I tried to look as casual as I could, just in case anyone was watching, but my heart was pumping like it was going to pop out. I held my breath as the key turned in the lock, but the door swung open no problem at all.
Inside the house was all dark, and man did it smell! It was worse than my Grans. It was kinda damp with a mixture of seaweed and sulpher. I don't know how I didn't throw up. I managed to get my torch out of my pocket and turn it on and after that I had to walk round with my hand over my nose. I don't know what I was expecting to find but I definately didn't expect that smell. I mean, their house is joined to ours and it doesn't seep through the walls.
Well I wandered around, quietly, looking into all the rooms, and everything seemed normal. Except, and this didn't hit me at first, there were no photos at all. Now my mum has photos all over the place, including a particularly embarrasing one of me as a page boy at her best friends wedding (the less said about that the better). But here - none at all. I mean, don't they have a history?
That wasn't the worst thing. I didn't get to go upstairs cos I found something downstairs that had me running for the hills and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'd done the kitchen, the living room, the dinning room and the study. That left just one room. In our house it's the utility room, I went to open the door and it was locked. So I rattled it about a bit, just to make sure - no, it wasn't going to open. But the top half of the door has a glass window in it. Frosted so you can't see through, but I could make out shapes. I shone my torch through. I could make out something dark that looked like it was the shape of an armchair. Then I heard a voice. A dark, unfriendly sort of voice, if you know what I mean. It made my blood run cold. And all it said was, 'Back so soon?' I heard something in that room move. I scraped itself along the floor like chalk down a blackboard and it was moving towards me. That's when I ran.
Now, what I want to know is - were they keeping that thing in there to keep it safe, or to keep us safe from it?
I waited for about ten minutes after they'd gone, just to make sure they weren't coming back, then I pulled the key out of my pocket and walked over to the house. I tried to look as casual as I could, just in case anyone was watching, but my heart was pumping like it was going to pop out. I held my breath as the key turned in the lock, but the door swung open no problem at all.
Inside the house was all dark, and man did it smell! It was worse than my Grans. It was kinda damp with a mixture of seaweed and sulpher. I don't know how I didn't throw up. I managed to get my torch out of my pocket and turn it on and after that I had to walk round with my hand over my nose. I don't know what I was expecting to find but I definately didn't expect that smell. I mean, their house is joined to ours and it doesn't seep through the walls.
Well I wandered around, quietly, looking into all the rooms, and everything seemed normal. Except, and this didn't hit me at first, there were no photos at all. Now my mum has photos all over the place, including a particularly embarrasing one of me as a page boy at her best friends wedding (the less said about that the better). But here - none at all. I mean, don't they have a history?
That wasn't the worst thing. I didn't get to go upstairs cos I found something downstairs that had me running for the hills and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'd done the kitchen, the living room, the dinning room and the study. That left just one room. In our house it's the utility room, I went to open the door and it was locked. So I rattled it about a bit, just to make sure - no, it wasn't going to open. But the top half of the door has a glass window in it. Frosted so you can't see through, but I could make out shapes. I shone my torch through. I could make out something dark that looked like it was the shape of an armchair. Then I heard a voice. A dark, unfriendly sort of voice, if you know what I mean. It made my blood run cold. And all it said was, 'Back so soon?' I heard something in that room move. I scraped itself along the floor like chalk down a blackboard and it was moving towards me. That's when I ran.
Now, what I want to know is - were they keeping that thing in there to keep it safe, or to keep us safe from it?
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