The bedroom was dark. Rain pattered against the long window. It was colder for this time of year. Even in the middle of the day, it was gloomy with the sun tucked away behind the continuous cloud cover.
In the corner of the upstairs bedroom, Colleen and Maggie sat huddled holding onto each other. Their eyes were wide and unblinking.
“Did you hear that?” Asked Colleen. Her voice was shaky and uncertain.
Maggie craned her head to listen than frantically shook her head.
“I hear yelling,” Colleen whispered.
“Are they coming?” Maggie said and gripped her old sister tighter. Tears began to well up and stream down her cheeks.
Footsteps pounded up a staircase. The floor creaked outside of the bedroom door. Maggie closed her eyes as if to wish the noises to go away. The footsteps continued on to another room.
“They’re gone now,” Colleen said.
“But they’ll come back. They always come back.”
Colleen stood sliding her back up against the wall while keeping an eye to the door. Maggie gripped her leg.
“Where are you going?”
Colleen was about to speak but was stopped by a pound rattling the wall. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. She screamed. Maggie jolted up.
They held onto each other as voices could be heard just on the opposite side of the wall. Maggie let out a scream but Colleen quickly put her hand over Maggie’s mouth to muffle her. The noises stopped on the opposite side.
“Hush,” whispered Colleen as she placed her index finger to her lips.
Footsteps slowly creaked towards the bedroom door. Maggie froze in panic as the door handle started to spin. Colleen quickly stepped over to the door and gripped the handle stopping it from moving. The knob began to shake. Maggie covered her mouth to contain a scream. There was a knock at the door. A voice. It was a woman speaking. Colleen looked to Maggie.
“That’s what I’ve been hearing at night,” the woman said to whomever she was with. “It’s a wonder you sleep at all with all that racket.”
“I’ve never heard a thing. We have the remedy to stop it, you know? Those stones Jill gave us.”
“Don’t you want to see it?”
“Not really,” he said. “I just want it gone.”
Colleen let her grip of the handle go. Maggie stood. The two looked at each other as the door opened. The bright lights of the hall lit the room. The woman and man were slivers of blackness – silhouettes against the light. As they entered the room, Colleen and Maggie vanished.
“As soon as the renovation started I could hear the screams,” the woman said. “Hello? Are you still here?”
This story was submitted to Flash Mob Write’s weekly flash fiction writing competition. You can read it here on their website and ‘like’ it, or you can see the results if the voting has closed.
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