posted on Jul, 28 2009 @ 03:19 PM
He tip-toed quietly down the hallway, careful not to make any loud noises.
Jonathan had tucked in the children and had waited for them to one-by-one
fall asleep. Lisa was still downstairs, humming to herself, and he decided
to take this opportunity to do a little more exploring up here and work off
his nervousness. He stopped when he reached the stairs to the attic. A cold
stream of air brought the hairs up on the back of his neck! As he was
about to turn back, a thud in the attic captured his attention, and he
turned around and climbed the stairs quickly, hoping to come upon what-
ever had caused the noise.
A long string that had once been white but now was filthy gray ran up to
the single naked lightbulb that struggled to light the interior of the attic
after Jon gave it a tug. The dim bulb provided just enough light for him to
make his way around, although the going was slow. Over against the far
wall he made a discovery . . more paintings, wrapped in burlap sacks. Five
in all, and all depicting different views of the house . . their house. Wiping
off some of the accumulated dust helped bring the pictures into focus, . .
. .and he almost dropped the one he was holding when he saw more
anguished faces appearing to be inside-looking-out, stark terror filling their
eyes ! Hurridly he covered them with the burlap, creeped out and scared.
It took all of his strength to lift the paintings and head for the stairs. He
began to sweat profusely.
Across the room, the book opened and the pages turned. Faster and faster
they turned . . until . . suddenly . . they stopped . . at a certain page . . a
blank page, with stains on it.
Jonathan wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Goose bumps
covered his arms ! He stumbled over to the top of the stairs . . and found
Lisa staring at him, her red eyes meaner than he'd ever seen them !
She carried a large kitchen knife, holding it with both hands. "WTF do you
think you're doing Jonathan ?" she asked in a trembling voice. "WTF are
you doing?" "Can't you just leave things alone?" "Can't you just leave my
house the way it is ?" Her voice rose to a scream, and she shouted, "Now
you've done it Jonathan, now you've done it !" "You're an intruder ! And
guess what we do to intruders, you bastard !"
With that, she lunged at him.