Barbara
Barbara (my aunt) lived by herself and she didn’t usually have many visitors come and visit her. At first, I honestly felt bad for her; it would be horrible not having somebody to talk to for years. It was the first few days of the holiday when I visited her down in London and it was one of the craziest days I’ve ever had.
When my mum dropped me off, both her and Barb where talking to each other, so I went up to my room to get unpacked. There was a bookshelf in one of the corners of the room which was full of books and it had a this blurry old picture of a Victorian man. There was also a TV in the middle on top of a cupboard with a lamp on the side. The entire room was a creamy white: the door, the walls, the bed, everything.
When I finished unpacking, I went down the stairs and to my right was three or so old pictures of 20th century men.
“Weird” I thought as I got down the rest of the stairs. My mum was just saying bye to Barb as soon as I got down. When she left, me and Barb where talking to each other for a while about school. However, she seemed very uneasy. Sometimes she would just stop talking in the middle of her sentence and she often wouldn’t reply to my questions.
Dinner was even worse. It was bangers and mash, but the sausages were burnt so much you couldn’t cut them and the mash had these crunchy bits in and it was freezing. Barb on the other hand, couldn’t help herself; she had every last bite.
“Sorry, could I be excused from the table please.” Judging by her continued eating I went up the stairs to call mum. However, as I was going up, there were more of those men staring at me in the pictures.
Mum was having none of it; I was going to have to survive the night. In the dead of night, I crawled back down into the kitchen. Searching through the room, I found a trapdoor in the corner. What was In there was truly indescribable. I think it was a crate of dead bodies but it had been disfigured horribly. Panicked, I closed the door and as soon as I got up Barb was there, knife in hand, staring.
“Night Night Johnny”