Don’t Shake

I stand alone in my house.

It feels so empty, but it’s good to be back, even if not on the best terms.

My moms death comes to mind suddenly, bringing tears to my eyes. A small moan escapes my lips, though I try to keep it in.

I must be strong for Lily and Rose, with me being the oldest. Lily is jsut eighteen, and she shares a one bedroom apartment with sixteen year old Lily. She had to move because of work, but luckily Rose will stay in the same school. Rose moved with Lily in hopes to eventauly get a job at S.&E. Co, just like her sister

I inherited the house, and imediatly got rid of the small apartment I lived in by myself. I swear I was going insane in that little place, and I swear all those nois were more than my imagination.

Though I’m safe back home, with it’s twenty different rooms and three staircases.

Speaking of staircases, the basement staircase to my right begins to creak.

“Hello?” I call, wondering if Rose and Lily had already moved back in.

All I hear is wind, wich is strange- my mother never opened windows.

I step backwards towards the door, my heart beating rappidy.

I had a good exuse- I must really be going insane. The noise wasn’t just wind, it sounded exactly like my mother’s moans as the sickness took her body.

In pain, begging me for help, begging me for love and care, yet warning me to stay away so that I didn’t... die... too...

Oh no, this couldn’t be happening.

The door is swinging open, and no one is standing behind it. The moaning grows louder, and I back away slowly, telling myself it’s just my imagination.

It doesn’t work.

As soon as I reach the door, I open it, and dash out, locking it from the outside and doing the same to all the other doors.

I run back to my car, thanking God that I hadn’t brought my things in with me yet.

As I go to turn the keys, I realize I must have dropped them, after locking the last door.

I catoustly get out, and walk slowly towards the door, and I see that the door is open. My keys dangle in the air, and I know a gohst stands before me, my keys her sword.

“Don’t shake, hoeny, theres no need to be afraid- it’s just me,” my mom says, and it was the last thing I ever heard- well if you don’t count the beating of my heart and the squelsh as the keys go deeper than they should.