Abby was hearing noises that were starting to scare her. She knew it was silly, but out of comfort, dialed her brother John in the middle of the night.
“Hello?” said a sleepy voice.
“John?” implored Abby. “I’m scared.”
“Yeah? What’s up, sis?” asked John.
“I’m hearing sounds and I don’t know what they are. I need help – just someone to walk me through this. It’s probably just my new house settling and I know it’s silly, but still.”
“Why don’t you go check ’em out?” said John, cheerfully.
“But what if it’s . . . what if it’s . . . ”
“Do you think you should call the police?” asked John.
“Well, I’m not sure. I’d hate to make a spectacle of myself and all.”
“Well if it’s not that big a deal, it’s probably just your imagination. It’s a new place. You’re in a great neighborhood, so I doubt there’s anything wrong. Just go check it out. It’ll be okay. I’ll stay on the line with you.”
“Okay, thanks. Just stay right there and I’ll take you with me,” said Abby as she grabbed her bathrobe and tied it around her.
Abby got up and began walking through the house. When she’d made it to the bottom of the stairs, she closed her robe around her neck with her free hand.
“The downstairs is clear. I’m going upstairs now, John,” she reported.
“That’s good Abby. I’m here,” replied John.
She made her way to the second floor and stopped at the landing. She could hear breathing.
“Oh my god. I hear breathing!” cried Abby.
“It’s okay, just keep going.”
She did and opened the door to the first bedroom, flicking on the light.
“All clear in that room, brother,” she said.
“Good job, only two to go,” replied John.
She went back to the hall and passed by the bathroom, flicking on the light. Nothing there, so she kept going. Upon approaching the next bedroom, the door was ajar. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached it.
She got to just outside the door and kicked it open. Out bounded her dog, Red. He’d been stuck there for hours.
“Oh yes, I remember now. Poor baby must have followed me up here earlier. I think it’s all good, John. I can go to sleep now,” said Abby.
Red followed her downstairs with John still on the line.
But as she got to the bottom of the stairs and around the corner, John yelled out, “Abby what is that noise I’m hearing? It’s a voice. I can barely make it out.”
“What John? I don’t hear anything.”
“Stop Abby, get out of the house. There is someone in there!” cried John over the phone.
“Don’t be silly. It was merely Red and I’m going back to my room,” said Abby.
But as Abby turned the corner, she was confronted by a man in a mask. She dropped the phone. The man behind her picked it up and said, “Goodnight, John.”