THE DREAM HOUSE
It was a dream house. Long waited for 10 years. Small but elegantly done in high-quality materials and hard-worked wall finished. The hallway leading to the main door is wide, smoothly done in perfect white cement with sparkling pebble accents. It was 2-storey, painted in mint green and dirty white combination. She held her first kit, a salt-filled box. “This is it! My house. My own.”
Her head felt heavy as she reached the front door. The pain started to crawl from the nape to the top of her scalp. It grew so badly painful in just a couple of minutes. She reaches to the top of her scalp and covers it with her right hand just to ease the pain a little bit. She felt something slippery and creamy. Fresh blood as she puts her palm down. She stares in fear, wondering how she got this.
“Nancy!” Her husband calls out. With him is a 2nd rice-filled box. Nancy quickly wiped the blood on her right palm and turned to her husband as if nothing went on. “Oh, Denver, I am about to open the door. Do you have the keys?”
“I don’t have it. I gave it to you before we got here.”
“Oh, let me check.” She reaches every pocket, from the bag to her trousers. There was nothing. A partly opened window was noticeable leading to the living room. She tried to reach the doorknob of the front door, hoping she could unlock it. She tried hard until her arm hurts and couldn’t get through. All of a sudden, the keys were in her hand. Somebody inside gave them to her. She still stood trembling and turned to Denver.
“I got them, darling. Let’s go inside.”
The walls of the interior were pearl white finished. It has touches of dark brown on the corners of each side. Floor tiles were aligned perfectly and shone in marble accents.
“Beautiful!” Uttered Denver.
“Welcome home.” A tiny voice whispered to Nancy’s ear with a soft air blow. She stood in shock with eyes rolling in fear.
Giggles behind her. “Hey, mom! What’s happening to you?” “I will always be your worst nightmare!” Trixie, her daughter, teases.
“Trixie! You always do this to me! Help me carry the luggage inside.”
Trixie, in her middle teens, is a naughty and pretty girl who got her mother’s traits most. One of the inheritances is the active 3rd eye. Although Nancy admits that she is less fearless than her daughter, she still pretends to remain calm. Denver, on the other side, is a supportive husband but is a non-believer of the supernaturals and the extinct creatures behind.
“I’ll check the room upstairs. Hmmm, what does my bedroom make?” Trixie excitedly got on her 1st three steps on the stairs.
“Welcome home...” This time, it is not tiny, but rather a tone of harsh voice.
She hesitantly went on. She turned the lights on as she got to the hallway of the 2nd floor.
There were 3 bedrooms. The masters’ bedroom, the other one is beside it, and the last one is facing the stairs going down. There is also a bathroom in front of the middle bedroom.
“I’ll take this middle bedroom.”
Downstairs, Nancy and Denver heard a loud scream...”Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”…
…It is 4:00 am. “What happened, dear? Are you alright?” Nancy asked. Trixie dizzily opened her eyes slowly.
“I slipped off the bathroom. And saw these...these...big nail scratches on the door. Seems like, scratched by a big hand.” Trixie said.
The couple looked at each other. “Oh, maybe some hallucinations. Come on and let’s cook our breakfast,” said Denver.
Trixie has always been disappointed with her father. She has no choice but to let it go.
Before Denver got up on his feet, Nancy saw something behind him, on top of his head.
A face of a boy, pale, with dark patches around his eyes, staring at her…
