Something
Albert showed her the way to his house, he had taken residence in one of the houses closer to the centre of town. An apartment near the burned out looking apartment building. She had a grave feeling someone had died in there.
The apartment was full of little balls of light; they floated in the air like frozen fireflies in the dark night. Her room was small.
When Albert went to sleep her ferret jumped onto the bed beside her. 'Are you okay?' Shaun held her hand; she looked up into his brilliant green eyes. 'Just tired,' she looked at her blue trainers, 'I'm sorry I shouted at you Shaun.' 'I'm sorry I left you on your own.'
'Lots of Irish people have ferrets?' he chuckled. Caitlin started laughing, 'It's not my fault! I'm just not a good actor!' she smiled at him. 'I want to go for a walk…' Caitlin looked at him for approval. 'I'm not stopping you.'
Shaun turned into a ferret and Caitlin looked in the draws and wardrobes till she found a rucksack for him to sit in. She opened her window and climbed out onto the fire escape.
The night air was calm, peaceful, silent. Her footsteps echoed as she walked back to her mum's house. She hadn't been here alone for ages; her mum had bought her tons of clothes.
Caitlin's House, I don't live here anymore, just my mum. The house was untouched, frozen in time back to when she was five- listening to her parents fight. The kitchen had been raided though.
She climbed the stairs, Shaun was silent, in her room she grabbed some off her stuff. Shaun jumped out as she abandoned the rucksack for one of her own, stuffing her best clothes in, her easiest clothes, and three pairs of trainers and more army jackets in. Shaun sat on her shoulder.
She walked about the house, her mum kept glasses in the top cabinet. She ran the tap, only a few drops of stale water came out. Weird. The earthquake might have ruptured the pipes to these houses because the water was on at Albert's apartment. Something told her to get out of the house, something was wrong, something was off.
Caitlin ran for the door, as fast as her legs would go. Something was lurking in the darkness of her house, something bad. She ran out onto the street to stare at the cold house that was no longer hers.
'Did you feel it?' Shaun nodded. 'What could it have been?' Shaun opened his ferret mouth, 'I don't know it just felt like something was watching us. Like a trap, it's emanating a bad feeling.'
Caitlin realized she was still clutching the glass, she out it down on the side walk in front of the house, ripping a flower out of her mother's bushes to put it in the glass. She had never been superstitious before, but now she muttered a Gaelic rhyme her Irish grandmother had taught her to ward off the evil spirits.
Caitlin ran to Albert's apartment, desperately needing to sleep.