When I was a child I lived in a two story house. It had big empty rooms and creaking floorings. Both my parents worked so I would walk home often. One evening I came home and the house was dark.
I called out, "Mom?"
"Yes?" I heard her voice say.
I called again climbing up the stairs to see what room she was in. I got the same reply, "Yes?"
I didn't know my way around the house well so I followed her voice leading to the big room on the right. I felt uneasy but I knew the presence of my mom would make me feel better and comfortable as always.
Just as I reached for the handle, I heard the front door click and open.
"Sweetie, are you home?" I heard my mom say from downstairs.
I jumped back from the handle, startled. I ran down the stairs still glancing at the door upstairs, the door opened a crack. For a moment I saw something. Something strange. I didn't know what it was but I do know it was staring at me. Almost as if it wanted me.
