Uninvited Guests
His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the doorknob turn.
Jason was treading on the grey tiles in the kitchen, reaching for the milk on the third shelf of the fridge. The tiles were cold on the soles of his feet. The fridge was breathing ice cold air that wrapped the kitchen in fog. Jason grasped the plastic container that held the fresh milk from his goat, Lady. He shut the fridge door, making the fog vanish into thin air. He pulled a cracked glass from the bottom cupboard, Jason wrapped his tiny fingers around the glass as he poured the milk into it. The moonlight glimmered across London, making the city look like a lit up Christmas tree.
Jason wandered across to bottom of the stairs, he glanced up at the shimmering ice skating boot. His mother had lost the other one in a accident. She was on the final jump, about to be tossed in the air and make a perfect landing. Jason was in the audience, as he was noting her every move, Jason imagined him in the spotlight one day, cheers from the crowd and holding up that trophy that would make his parents cry with Joy. His mother landed so hard on this ice that it cracked beneath her. That day, she broke nearly every bone in her body, Jason still believed that this was no accident.
He heard a creak from behind him, Jason swerved his body to face the wooden door. Panic set in the pit of his stomach, questions ran through his head. The door slammed shut and nearly fell off its hinges. The air suddenly turned cold, Jason was sure he had locked the door. Fear entered his body, he felt there was no escape. He took a step back and stumbled into the stair landing. “Who’s there?” Jason demanded. The door clicked into lock and he could hear the rustle of keys being jiggled in someone’s pocket. He ran upstairs, not even daring to look back. The words ‘I will get revenge’ were written on the wall. ‘Revenge for what?’ Jason thought. He felt like his legs were on speeding down the corridor, Jason reached his room and turned the brass doorknob. It stopped half way, he shoved with all his might at the door. Jason was home alone, he grabbed the antique table by his door and held it up to his chest. ‘Leave me alone!’ He stammered.
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As everyone crowded around his mother he remembered seeing a man about thirty years old wearing a red ice skating suit. He was in the audience watching in jealousy. As the man walked outside, he was kicking everything in his way. After that, everything was a blur. ‘Was this the man coming for revenge?’ Jason thought silently to himself as if the man could hear his thoughts. He crept by the bathroom door, a light bulb went off in his head. Jason knew what to do and he had a plan. ‘I could trick him into coming into the bathroom, then I could lock him in!’ He thought. The light flickered in the next room, suddenly the power went dead. The house fell silent, all Jason could hear was footsteps crashing up the stairs. Jason thumped his feet around the bathroom as if he was going inside. Moaning started filling the house, it bounced off the walls and under the carpets. Jason no longer knew where he was. Jason’s feet blurred below him as he felt a surge of adrenaline. The steady thump of footsteps echoed in his ears. Jason shoved himself into the cupboard so fast that his foot got stuck under a bed of towels. The moaning got closer, butterflies starting swirling around in his stomach. Jason begged himself to stop. The footsteps were right outside the door now, he closed his eyes and was expecting to wake up in a unknown place. To his surprise, the feet faded down the corridor and he could no longer hear them. Jason stumbled out of the cupboard and landed with a thud on the dusty carpet. A wall of dust stood before him until it faded into the midnight air. He pulled himself up and hid behind the table. ‘Did he hear me?’ A few long minutes past before Jason crept down the corridor to the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom he pulled himself back, in the mirror staring back at him was a swirling pool of colours. He could just make out a small figure in the middle of it. The man had pale white skin and looked similar to the man in Jason’s memory. He fell back onto the carpet and everything started fading away.
Jason woke up and shuddered nervously. The sunlight streamed through his window, the last thing he remembered was on the floor in the hallway. He pulled himself out of the bed and peered into the hallway. Nothing, ‘Was that all a dream?’ He pasted the bathroom quickly. The whirlpool started up again and the man was standing in the middle, he winked to the picture frame facing him.
By shanaea.
