Coming Home - an extract
New Ghost Stories case no.301
|David Paul Nixon||Aug 12, 2020|
I fell asleep on the sofa in the afternoon; I’d hardly slept for days. When I woke up it was dark. There were no lights on in the flat. I lifted up my phone to check the time, but the battery was dead.
My head was groggy and my neck was stiff. But I knew something wasn’t right; there was some light coming from somewhere.
I heard the front door creak.
I jumped to my feet, and almost fell over – my fucking ankle.
I got into the hall, trying to ignore the pain. The light was coming from the corridor outside. The front door was wide open.
I shot a look from side-to-side, from the kitchen to the bedroom. Was someone here? Had they left? Had I really left the fucking door unlocked this time? Had it fallen open?
I couldn’t see anyone. And I couldn’t see any new carnage.
That just left the bathroom to check. I took a deep breath and hopped over. I grabbed on to the doorframe and looked inside.
It was empty too.
I looked down the hall and out the front door. I could hear muffled noises from somewhere.
“Hello?” I asked. No one answered.
I limped further, right up to the doorway. I stuck my head around and looked down the corridor. I still couldn’t see anyone. The light was motion sensitive; someone must’ve come in or out the building in the last few minutes.
I hopped out. I looked up the stairs, looking for someone, anyone. There was the faint sound of people somewhere higher up in the building.
The door slammed shut behind me. Before I could reach for the handle, I heard the click of the lock.
“No. No. No!” I banged on the door. Hopelessly twisted the handle. It wouldn’t budge.
Through the panes of frozen glass; I watched a figure slowly stand and show their face. For a silent moment, I stared into the eyes of a little girl. Her head was bent up from the neck as she tried to make herself taller. I could see dark long hair, but the rest of her features were blurred.
“Let me in!” I pleaded. I banged on the windows, on the frame.
She watched me until I stopped. Then she turned away and walked down the hall.
“Who are you?” I shouted. “What are you doing?” I kicked the door and regretted it. I shrieked in pain and stumbled back against the wall opposite.
I slid to the floor and put my head between my legs. I started to cry.
The motion sensitive light went out, leaving me in the dark.
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