VIII
“Ben?” you yell nervously. “Are you okay?” There was no response this
time.
The door knob rattles restlessly. Something was trying to open it at the other
side.
There’s
no way I’m going in there! you think.
“B-Ben, I’ll go get help,” you
stutter, staggering down the stairs. As
soon as you are off, you dash through the main chamber and out the front
door. You skip right over the bridge and
bike all the way home. You forget to
call for help.
Later that week, you wake up in the
morning to find that you are locked into your room from the inside. Yet, you know very well that there was never
a lock on the door.
“Hey! Anyone out there!” you shout,
pounding frantically at the door. “Open
this door!”
There is a sudden high-pitched laugh
behind you. You flip around to spot Ben
staring straight into your eyes, pale and faint. He is so dim that you could see right through
him as he glides toward you without a sound.
The last thing you notice before
blacking out is that you aren’t in your room.
It is back at the old mansion.