Horror of the Mundane
A house should be safe, warm, and welcoming. It should never be cold or confusing, never. Yet, mine was. It wasn’t aways like this, I grew up in this place after all, with the shift change so palpable that the iron could be tasted inside my mouth.
I was 12 years old when this change happened. I was in my room at 2pm on a Tuesday, playing with my dolls like any young girl did. All was calm, the sky was clear and blue with no wind to be seen orheard. My dad was at work and my mom was out with her friends. I was alone.
At least I thought I was.
My door was slightly ajar, but there was movement, causing my little head to turn towards it. There was nothing after, but I was curious, so I head out to peer down the hallway, Still nothing. Before long I found myself walking down the hall on my own with my dolls in hand for company. The first thought I had was,
“Has it always been this long?” Then the next thought came night after, “Am I going anyuhere?” Then it devolved to, ‘Where amI?” With it feeling like I was walking forever until mom came home. With the click of a door, the hallway was normal again.
From that day onwand the house felt less like home and more like a cage whenever I’m by myself.
Overtime, I began to hate this place, the movement just out of sight became more apparent to the point that I almost saw the source a few times. One of those times I saw its eye and now it will be forever be burned into mine.
Once I became 18, I moved out as soon as possible, with the thing giving me a parting, “gift” of my own teeth indr-neath my pillow.
I didn’t know it had my teeth, but when I saw them the memories of bloody gums and torn cheeks flood my mind, making it clear from the first time it happened.
My parents didn’t want to see me go, let alone were saddened when I told them I was never coming back, but after finding out what was happening to me as I slept I no longer felt safe there.
If they want to see me, they’ll have to leave and leave whatever actually lives there behind. But, even when I sit alone in my room in my new home, in my periferal vision I saw a flicker in the shadows…
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