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I can’t go outside the rain and the wind is too strong. It looks tempting though. To just run through the winds and the heavy droplets of water that fall from the sky. Imagine how freeing it would feel.
“I’m bored,” I say to my bump as I descend the stairs. “I can only imagine how you feel.”
The room is dark due to the thick grey clouds covering the sun and the shadow from the nearby trees casting over the bay window. I blow out a frustrated breath and switch on the TV, it’s new and so is the equipment beneath it but there’s nothing on. DVD’s are nowhere to be found either so I can’t even watch a movie.
I call Sasha but she doesn’t answer, neither does Tommy. I’ll try again later.
After twiddling my thumbs for all of twenty minutes I enter the kitchen and decide to have a snack. I’m not feeling too hungry after a lonely breakfast this morning but I should eat, so I do.
At the table I sit with a persimmon fruit between my hands, I use a plate to catch the sticky juice and cringe when it begins to dry on my fingers. This is the highlight of my next hour. Eating fruit and washing my hands. I don’t remember ever being this lonely or bored at home, but that’s probably because I always knew Caleb would be home soon and I wasn’t forever trying to keep my mind busy.
A crackling noise shakes the house making my hands automatically grip the worktop for support. The cracking noise is soon followed by a deep rumbling. It’s a good thing I’m not scared of thunder and lightning or this would be awkward.
Although I’m not sure how I feel about all of the lights flickering off. I can still see, it’s not dark but it’s still eerie and I’m now completely convinced there’s some kind of ghost breathing down my neck.
I scramble off the stool, not daring to look behind me for fear of seeing something there that I’ve imagined in my strange mind. My footsteps hammer the stairs as my heart hammers in my chest. I just need to get back to bed and everything will be fine.
Crack! The hall lights up casting strange shadows along the walls. I’m too frantic to try and rationalise it.
Feeling like a child I race into my room, dive onto the bed and pull the blanket over my head. All the while my mind chants, “It’s not real, it’s not real.”
The rumbling follows, it’s louder and more ominous than before and it’s freaking me the hell out.
The rain seems to get heavier and the wind more powerful. Shaking hands clutch the blanket tight to me. I curl my body into a ball, not daring to even poke a toe out from beneath the covers.
My ears pick up footsteps above, that’s Nathan, that’s got to be Nathan. But if that’s Nathan then what just opened the door to my room?
Oh my god. Ghosts are real. I think I’m going to cry.
The blanket is whipped from over my head, I scream.
“Guinevere!” Nathan shouts and seizes my flailing by gripping my wrists.
“Huh?” I blink open my eyes and look up at the shadowed male who looks like Caleb. Seeking comfort I latch onto him, my arms around his waist and my head squished to his chest.
“You’re trembling,” he says not returning the hug but I refuse to let go right now.
“If you’re down here then who’s upstairs?” I whisper when I hear more footsteps from above.
His hand rests on the top of my head as his other unwinds my arms from around him. I peek up at him through my lashes. “I have company.”
“Company?”
“Yes,” he responds and peels himself away from me. “What happened?”
“You didn’t see the power cut out?” How could he not have noticed that?
“I was occupied,” he states and I see a female step into the bedroom. A very pretty female with thick golden hair and no clothes. Why’s she walking in just a robe?
“Oh,” why is he fully dressed when she isn’t? Why is it any of my business? “Sorry.” I scoot back on the bed, looking between him and the female.
“I told you to wait upstairs,” he snaps at the girl who immediately lowers her eyes.
“I heard her scream, I got worried and thought you might need help.” She murmurs and takes a step backwards.
I glance between her and Nathan’s burning eyes aimed at her. He doesn’t look happy and her excuse seems legitimate so I’m not sure if she warrants his anger.
Nathan’s eyes come to me as if waiting for me to react in some way.
“Thanks but I’m fine,” I explain to the female who can’t be more than five years older than myself. “That was kind of you though. I’m not a fan of the dark.”
