Janis walked into her new house and stopped in her tracks. Everything seemed to be in place. The furniture, which had come yesterday looked beautiful and the carpets were still clean. Her eyes lingered above the fireplace and drifted around the area in general. The pictures which she and her husband had hung up on the fireplace were all still there. They were just hung at a million and one different angles. Ten pictures altogether, she thought as she placed each one properly. They had all been hung at right angles the way pictures were normally hung. but the minute she walked through the door, she noticed that they were hanging at different angles, some looking as if they were pointing to one another, one even upside down.
She had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her as she rearranged the photos. Once she was done, she spun around, certain someone was looking at her, but found no one. The silence of the house suddenly became to deafening and she wished her husband was back to help her kill it. Turning around to check the photos again, she felt a tremor run through her body. All the photos were at their strange angles once again. She put her hand on her tummy and started to sing nervously to her child who had yet to see the world and walked up the stairs quietly. 'I doubt it's anything... probably something to do with far away earthquakes or something.' It was late and they were both tired. 'Something that would move the photos, that I would not feel?' She asked skeptically. Her husband put his book down and put his arm around her, kissing her on the cheek. 'I would let nothing harm you.'
Adam, their six year old son came in running that night, saying that a lady had been in his room late at night and that he was scared of her. His father had taken him into his arms straight away and told him that there was no lady. He could sleep with them that night but he would have to be brave. Janis knew something was amiss. 'Lady Ma,' said Adam, rather pleasantly, pointing to the far corner of the room. Adam had been doing that for the past three days since the incident with the photos. Sometimes he would point to a corner and sometimes he would point to the inside of a room. Sometimes he would even talk to the imaginary lady as if she was actually there. It was a beautiful sunny day, Janis was in the kitchen. Suddenly feeling hands on her shoulders, she turned around, wondering why her husband was so early and why she had not heard him come in. She turned around and came face to face with an old woman who stood a mere half meter away from her.
She had shiny silver hair and deep set brown eyes. Her face was completely wrinkled and she wore a stony expression. She stared at Janis and said nothing. Janis ran out the front door. She collapsed outside her house, in a dead faint. Her husband was just coming up the driveway as she fell onto the lawn. he rushed her to the hospital but she regained consciousness only a good half hour later. She had a miscarriage. She refused to step into the house again. Would you?
She had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her as she rearranged the photos. Once she was done, she spun around, certain someone was looking at her, but found no one. The silence of the house suddenly became to deafening and she wished her husband was back to help her kill it. Turning around to check the photos again, she felt a tremor run through her body. All the photos were at their strange angles once again. She put her hand on her tummy and started to sing nervously to her child who had yet to see the world and walked up the stairs quietly. 'I doubt it's anything... probably something to do with far away earthquakes or something.' It was late and they were both tired. 'Something that would move the photos, that I would not feel?' She asked skeptically. Her husband put his book down and put his arm around her, kissing her on the cheek. 'I would let nothing harm you.'
Adam, their six year old son came in running that night, saying that a lady had been in his room late at night and that he was scared of her. His father had taken him into his arms straight away and told him that there was no lady. He could sleep with them that night but he would have to be brave. Janis knew something was amiss. 'Lady Ma,' said Adam, rather pleasantly, pointing to the far corner of the room. Adam had been doing that for the past three days since the incident with the photos. Sometimes he would point to a corner and sometimes he would point to the inside of a room. Sometimes he would even talk to the imaginary lady as if she was actually there. It was a beautiful sunny day, Janis was in the kitchen. Suddenly feeling hands on her shoulders, she turned around, wondering why her husband was so early and why she had not heard him come in. She turned around and came face to face with an old woman who stood a mere half meter away from her.
She had shiny silver hair and deep set brown eyes. Her face was completely wrinkled and she wore a stony expression. She stared at Janis and said nothing. Janis ran out the front door. She collapsed outside her house, in a dead faint. Her husband was just coming up the driveway as she fell onto the lawn. he rushed her to the hospital but she regained consciousness only a good half hour later. She had a miscarriage. She refused to step into the house again. Would you?
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