My room falls silent, I can hear myself breathing a shiver goes up my spine, the temperature in the room dropped, I could see my own breath. I cover my mouth, I shift my way through old scraps of artwork, and shoes, cloths that dropped off the hangers,and scoot to the back of the closet. I pull my legs up to my chest. Who got in the house? How would have they gotten in? My train of thought screeches to a halt when I heard the floorboards creek. I hear them continue until I hear them stop near the door. I scooch to the floor to look under the door frame, there's no shadow. There's nothing there, at all. The door knob starts to wiggle, I try to hide in the cloths, the door starts to slam on the hinges. I muffle a scream.
What could possibly being doing that to my door. I stand up, grab the door knob. "Leave me alone! You can't hurt me, your not real!Your can't touch me! Go away!" I scream. The door stops moving all together. I swing open the door, my room was completely empty. I slowly close my closet door and walk across the room to my closed bedroom door. I open it up an check the hallway. Then the rest of the house. Nothing was wrong, taken or messed up.
I go into the kitchen and look in the fridge. There's nothing really there to eat other then a couple days old spaghetti, and some grape jelly, and milk. I hear a click. It's the stove. I look over at it. Sometimes it turns on by it'self, put there was a pot and something hanging next to it. I walk closer to the stove, there a note from my mother, saying she loved me and she started some chicken noddle soup. I turn off the stove and bring the pot over to the sink, I take out a bowl from the cupboard. I pour the soup into the bowl and grab a spoon out of the dishwasher. I walk out into the dining room.
I finish my soup and put the dirty dishes in the sink. I head back up stairs, when I reach the top of the stairs.
Why would my mother always keep that door locked. I once tried to go into her study when i was five, that was the only time she ever spanked me, she never once before that said had to spank me, i was always a perfect child. She had told me after I was punished for trying to go in there, That it was"Mom's business and only mommy's business I wouldn't understand what was in there until I was older, and when I was older she would tell me."
Some people think you can't remember when you little, like five. I don't remember it crystal clear, it's a bit fuzzy, but I can remember it.
Laying in my bed, I watch the storm slowly disparate out my window. The rain had stopped and the sky clearing. My headache had stopped. I wasn't feeling sick anymore. I lay back in my bed, staring at my ceiling. I fall asleep.
I wake up to pounding on my door.