She was
frightened, her heart was beating harder and harder, accelerating, she could
only hear it and the breathing of the presence, very soft and light but she had
stopped and there wasn’t a sound in the old house, making the breath seem like
it occupied the whole space, it was oppressing, she could not move, paralyzed
by terror. She turned around, her blood pumping in her veins as she did so,
trembling from head to toes but she saw no one there. Instead of reassuring her
this lack of presence made her get tensed even more, blood rushing to the
brain, shivers down her spine, but instead of going down to see if it had gone
away by the steps she walked hurriedly to the twin’s room, the wood was
creaking under her feet, threatening to break. She opened the door got in and
closed it as fast as she could and as quietly as possible. Trish’s eyes were
looking in the room, agitated until they got used to the darkness, the twin’s
sleeping light was off, an odd thing because they never sleep without it turned
on, the only light came from the moon and the stars. She did not see the twins
in their beds, she wanted to scream their name but she was scared of doing so
because of the presence she had sensed earlier, she started feeling oppressed again
then suddenly two little siblings who looked exactly alike jumped out of under
their respective beds, screaming and laughing. At first Trish screaming and
almost burst out into tears but then she realized it was them and she was
overfilled with joy. But she should not have rejoiced so early because
something was haunting this old house.
