Blood red, that was the only thing he could remember when he woke up. Every morning it was the same. He woke up with the strangest feeling that he was not alone, but he always was. The plain room would always be just as empty as when he went to sleep. Blood red, why did he think of that? Nothing in his room even had the colour! Arthur Kirkland groaned as he sat up when the alarm woke him up. It was the same today too. He would always look behind him if something was sleeping in the bed beside him, but he would always see his wall, just like yesterday. Arthur sat up in his bed, got ready and went for school.
Why was it that he always got the strangest feeling that he was being watched? Even as a child Arthur refused to walk in his street alone. So everyone just thought he was people shy, but that had never been the case. Arthur liked to talk to people. He glanced at the neighbours house. He had only met the caring Mrs. Jones once. Everyone knew that she had a son, but no one had ever met him.
The school and the rest of the day went on as normal. But every time Arthur even dozed off he could only get one picture in his head. Blood red, something blood red. He shook his head, what the hell was wrong with him? Maybe he was going insane?
That night his parents went out, which was ok for him since he had to study for a test. Arthur fell asleep on the couch after a couple of hours. He could hear something, calling his name? He could feel something run up his chest, he could feel something on the crook of his neck. He groaned slightly and his eyes opened just barely. He could see blond hair...and blood red.
He woke up with a shock, wait. Didn't he fall asleep on the bed? He frowned deeply and looked around in a hurry. Why was he in his room, and in his bed?! He jumped up from his bed and ran down. His parents hadn't come home yet. And being weak was in the genes, so he knew none of them had carried him up.
Arthur had never been scared to be home alone, but God, now he was! He couldn't stand the thought that someone had been in the house with him and might have carried him up to his room. He needed someone!
In almost a panic Arthur ran over to the neighbour house, the house of Mrs. Jones. He knocked on the door until it finally opened and he could see the beautiful Mrs. Jones. Her beautiful short blond and curly hair. She looked like she woke up so early in the morning just to get herself looking pretty. "Do you mind if I come in?" He asked in a hurry. Mrs. Jones didn't say anything, she just opened the door and let him in.
It was so strange there in the house. It was empty, but, well not, empty. She had furniture, but he couldn't see a photo of family or anything personal. He sat down on the couch. Mrs. Jones almost looked like the wives one would see in the 50's movies. Always so stunning and calm. "What is it?" She said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. How was Arthur going to explain this? "W-well I...mom and dad left tonight, and when I woke up I had this horrible feeling" Mrs. Jones' look turned from a neutral one to one of concern. "Oh, why were you so concerned? I thought your parents travelled a lot." Arthur shook his head. "They do. It's just today...well I woke up in my bed, and I know I fell asleep on my couch. I think someone was in my house"
Mrs. Jones stood up quickly. Like a bolt of electricity that went through her and shocked her. "That is terrible." She said in an almost eerie calm tone. "If you could please just excuse me for a second" It sounded almost like a robot. She walked upstairs and everything because so quiet. All he could hear were the steps of her high heels. Curiosity took over Arthur as he quietly walked over to the beginning of the staircase. He heard talking, whispering. Why were they whispering "You fool" He could hear Mrs. Jones whisper in an angry tone. "It wasn't like I could resist" That voice was darker, a man. Perhaps Mrs. Jones' son? But what were they talking about? "He knows someone was in his house, you really need to be more careful" "Don't worry, he didn't see me"
Arthur ran back again as he heard the high heels approach him again. "Terribly sorry about that. I forgot something upstairs. Y-yes you thought someone was in your house. Maybe you sleepwalked." She smiled so sweetly. Yet, Arthur felt more disturbed now than ever. Who did she just talk to, and what were they talking about?