The only light in the kitchen came from the refrigerator as he opened the door, looking around for something to eat. Tony hummed to himself as the cool air fell across the kitchen floor. He was restless tonight. Not only was it a full moon, but tomorrow was his first day on the new job. He didn’t want to mess this one up. He received the news last week he had been chosen as the new help in a nearby shelter. Living on a wilderness reservation was going to take some getting used to.
When I was young, we moved into this old creepy house. I say it was creepy because it still had stuff from prior tenants who must have rented there before us. Plus, they didn’t do a great job of cleaning.
I wondered how old the house was, and my 15 year old self just decided it must be like one of those 100 year old houses you’d find in New England. Nevermind that we didn’t live in New England but in New Jersey. Plus the house was built in 1974.
My sister and I had bedrooms that were across from the other on the second floor so you could see each other’s rooms from our doors. In between us, were the stairs downstairs, running perpendicular to the hallway between us.
Immediately my imagination took over and the house was also haunted. This was mainly due to the fact that at night, I’d hear strange sounds, including the creaking of the floor right outside my bedroom.
Often I’d hear the floor creaking on my side of the hallway and think it was someone coming upstairs from the stairs. But the stairs nevercreaked and the floor on my sisters side never did either.
But almost every night we lived in that house, I’d hear the footsteps and creaking just outside my door.
Nothing ever did come from that, and I never got a visitation in the middle of the night. But that house was seriously creepy.
She was happy. Her boyfriend had finally proposed to her. They had been seeing each other for over five years. It was about time, she thought.
She walked down the street admiring her 2 carat ring, something her boyfriend shouldn’t really be able to afford. But there it was. In her revelry, she hadn’t been paying any attention when she ran into a man. Apologizing for her clumsiness, she didn’t notice the man dropping something into her purse. He hurried off. She felt annoyed at the man’s inattention to her apology. She thought there were too many people who could use a lesson in politeness.
Already forgotten, Cricket kept on walking down the street, oblivious to everything that just happened. She was just happy to be engaged. She fished her cell phone out of her pocket and called Sheila. She asked her best friend to meet her for some shopping, as she had some great new to tell her. She told her to hurry and that she was already in the shopping district so she should meet her at the Chinese market they always went to. Now that her day was planned out, she started walking faster towards the market.
He stood watching the procession. He just couldn’t be around anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear the sorries and condolences. He didn’t want to hear any of it. He was afraid he might cry and no one could see him crying. He didn’t want to show that kind of emotion to anyone.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know what was following me, but I did know that I didn’t want it to catch me. So I ran. I admit I’m not exactly in perfect shape, but I guess when you’re running for your life, you tend to run pretty fast.