If you think about it, you will see it

“We are finally here”

Mom was so excited, I guess she was the only person thrilled about us moving into a new house. Although it was temporary, I still didn’t like the idea.

My elder brother had not given any special reaction about shifting, I guess he just didn’t care. 

The new house is bigger than our previous house, a two-floor standalone building made mostly of wood. The first floor has the master bedroom on the left, after entering the house, and a kitchen on the right with a dining table in front of it. The staircase went to the second floor with two rooms right beside each other at the beginning of a hall, for both me and my elder brother respectively. Then a long hall turns right towards a common washroom, for the house, at the end of it. According to Dad, The house is very old and contains mostly old things. The doors are heavy to move and some of them get stuck because of wood expansion in the rainy season. The smell of wood fills my room as if this house was made yesterday. The window of my room is one of the most beautiful things in the house, it brings the joy of fresh air and mild orange light of sunset, which looks perfect on the wooden floor. The bed, which is close to a wall, is quite big for one person and makes scary noises. The wall clock is in front of the bed, on the opposite wall, filling the room with a loud sound of its ticking. 

The house is deep in the woods, far from the city. There is no other house around here which makes it quite lonely. 

“Can’t see any houses nearby”

“That is because there are none. But it is bigger than the previous house”

“As you care, you will probably sit in just one room and write all day”

My brother is different from boys of his age. He loves story writing and spends most of his time in it. 

He prefers to stay alone, in his room.

The next morning, my parents went out of town. They said they will come back in a few days. 

I guess it's just me and my brother.

“I am getting bored, the Internet speed is horrible at this place and there aren’t any neighbors of my age, to play along”

“Why don’t you write something with me, I am currently working on a horror story. Being in this house is a perfect opportunity for me as the creepiness of this place helps me find creepy things to write”

I wish I had the optimism of my brother, maybe I will have it when I reach my teenage.

“Nah, I am okay. Besides I don’t see this place as anything other than just a scary house. Why don’t you read your story to me, like whatever you wrote”

I wish I had not asked him, for this. 

My brother does write horrifying stories, and what is worse, that he narrates them in a way that is sounds so real and relatable. Thank God, whatever he writes is fictional.

“That is what I thought at that point” 

A strange sound woke me up, felt like someone said something slowly into my ears. A strange feeling of someone standing next to me, talking to me while I was sleeping, came to me. The cold wind on my ears felt like someone’s breathing. 

Must be me overthinking, it's probably because of the horror story I heard earlier.

“I need to pee”

The house was silent, the clock’s tick felt as if it was grabbing my attention towards it. It was 2:35 AM.

Even the smallest noise, from any mechanical appliance, was crystal clear. The sound of wind coming from the open window made me want to look outside of it, but the fear of something scary standing in front of the house, looking towards me, stopped me from doing it. 

The mobile torch is the only light in the hall. The house had an awkward darkness.

The bathroom door knob is cold and the door opened with a scary sound.

I tried to get done with it as quickly as possible.

The mirror in front of me made me feel like someone was watching me through it. Like someone is standing behind me, visible only through a mirror, and if I look closely I will be able to see it. 

I tried to look away with my heartbeat racing from the idea, that someone from behind, is about to touch my hair.

A loud sound of utensils falling came from the kitchen.

The loud noise sounded like someone threw those utensils on the ground, with some force.

Is someone in the kitchen?

Is it trying to find a knife?

The wooden floor was making loud sounds when I was running back towards my room. Hearing that sound closely, made me realize something.

It was not just me, something or someone was running behind me. 

I was too scared to look behind, but I had a feeling it was coming closer to me. 

I felt like its arms were about to grab the collar of my T-Shirt, from behind.

It was getting closer, I could feel it, and the sound of footsteps was getting louder.

It was right behind me, for some reason my body was itching to look back, I didn’t want to look, I didn’t want to look back.

I turned my head slightly. It was dark but I could see it or its shadow. 

I was about to reach my room, after a turn, once the hall was about to end.

Wait, what if someone is waiting for me at the turn?

It felt like, as soon as I would take the turn, something would be standing in front of me, something was waiting for me.

My heart pounded so hard, I could almost hear it from my ears. 

In those brief moments when I didn’t want to stop running the idea that someone was waiting for me onto the turn, made my mind numb. 

I closed my eyes, kept running, and collided with a wall. I didn’t feel any pain from the collision and kept running towards my room. 

Scared, crying, water coming out of my eyes and nose, I reached my room, went inside the blanket, and covered my face. 

All the running and fear made it difficult to breathe.

I was aware that a blanket could not save me, but I wanted to cover every inch of my body with it. 

I quickly tucked my feet under the blanket, as if something would touch them with its cold hands.

I was using that blanket like a shield, desperately holding it above my face.

My body felt, heavier than usual. Almost as if something was holding the blanket down. 

I imagined something would now walk onto the bed, with its knees on the blanket.

As soon as I got my breath back, I wanted to know whether I was safe, whether I had evaded it.

I removed my blanket slightly to peek, there was nothing outside.

I guess I am safe, I immediately covered my face again. 

Am I safe? 

What if I remove my face and that thing is standing right there in my room, in front of me, looking at me?

Slowly, removed the blanket.

Saw nothing

Covered my face again

What if I remove the blanket and this time see it?

Slowly, removed the blanket.

Saw nothing

Covered my face again

It was awkwardly silent for a few seconds, I could hear only the sound of my breathing from my mouth. 

My head was in two minds, on one hand, it was finding a reason to remove the blanket on the other hand, it was giving warnings to not do so.

Slowly, removed the blanket.

The wall clock fell from the wall, making a loud sound.

It was loud enough to send shivers down my spine.

I screamed at the top of my voice. 

Scared, I covered my face with the blanket, I couldn’t stop screaming.

As the loud sound of my screams got blurred, I started hearing something. I couldn’t stop screaming but that sound started getting louder as I focused on it. Someone was banging something on the wall behind my bed. 

Loud sounds, felt like someone was hitting the wall continuously. 

Is something punching the wall?

I screamed again, almost losing hope.

I wanted to run away but I felt paralyzed. The fear of someone's presence gripped me and I was not able to move.

I screamed again.

“You okay? Heyyyyy“

It was my brother, he was hitting the wall, and his voice gave a priceless sense of relief.

I am safe now, he will save me.

“Heeeeeelp, save me”

I screamed again, this time with all my strength.

“I can’t open the door, my room is locked. Did you lock it?”

Someone locked him in his room.

No no no no..

He started asking, why am I screaming? He sounded confused, not aware of what was happening.

I wanted to speak but my throat was sore from all the screams, I was shivering from fear, too scared to speak.

Something might pull me from my legs, out of the blanket.

I felt helpless, my vision was a blur, with the blue color of a blanket right in front of my nose. I closed my eyes, everything went silent, the sound of my brother’s screams asking what was happening, the of my quick breathing, everything just settled. The image of me having dinner with my family, in our old house flashed in front of my eyes. It looked peaceful, I felt sad, sad about the fact that I wouldn’t be able to experience something like that again. Sad about the fact that it was unfair. I am not ready yet, I haven’t had enough of that time. If only, I could just feel that carefree joy again. Just a little more, maybe just one more time. Maybe a final goodbye to my Mom, I will miss her.

The blanket was removed forcefully from above my face. My brother was standing in front of me, right beside my bed. He looked scared, eyes widened, sweat coming down to his cheeks, breathing heavily. 

“You okay, why were you screaming, what the hell happened?”

My parents came back as soon as they got to know about everything. According to them, everything I felt was just my imagination. It was because I got scared of my brother’s story.

My brother's door got stuck because of wood expansion, due to rain. The wall clock fell because its screw, which connected it to the wall, was loose. And the utensils fell because of a rat. They even got the house checked by a priest.

There was no evil in that house, that night.

I guess I should not think about it.

I am scared that, if I think about it, I will see it.