The wind blew steadily through the night, shaking the old house to its skeleton. Gretchen slept in fitful periods of disjointed dreams. She tossed as a jumble of out-of-sequence cartoonish events played in her mind. Each scene seemed to get much clearer.
Waking with a start, the unpleasantness of the dreaming disappeared.
Gretchen ran her hand across the sheet in the darkness. The infant’s chest rose and fell in even cadence beside her and she felt relief. She sensed movement somewhere. All of her senses fully alert, she strained for every sound that was out of place. Struggling for breath with the weight of fear pressing down on her, she tossed the covers back. Another sound attracted her toward the wall. In a slow fluid motion, she sat up. Cautiously, ever so warily, she slid her legs over the side of the bed without a sound.
She breathed in long calming breaths and exhaled in short choppy pulses. Strands of exhaled vapor rose from her lips as a full moon broke through the storm clouds and illuminated the room briefly. Then it was dark again.
Sitting motionless on the edge of her bed, she studied the wall and saw something strange. Her focus was drawn to what looked like a spot the size of a pencil eraser, half way between floor and ceiling. It appeared to be reflecting a faint light. Curious, Gretchen tip toed over and looked straight at it. The light was not a reflection. Anxiety gripped her as she bent down and put her eye as close to the hole as she could. There was a light burning in the attic space next to her room. That was all she could see.
It was still the middle of the night but Gretchen was now wide-awake. Her mind raced, trying to understand. The unexplainable sounds, the feeling of not being alone, of being watched, began to make sense.
I need to get Albert to open the wall so I can get in there, she thought. No, wait. What if Albert is the one who is in there? I have to find a way in myself. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize the floor plan.
Behind the wall was an attic space but she wasn’t sure where the access was. Matt would have been the one who went to investigate, not her. Gretchen felt the pain of loneliness. Fighting the urge to cover the hole, she decided to leave things as they were until morning. In the morning she would have a clearer head and could figure out what to do. She went back to bed feeling less frightened but aware of her vulnerability and the danger they were in.
The spot on the wall, barely visible before she was aware of it, now shone like a tiny spotlight. Through the night Gretchen stared at the hole in her wall imagining what was behind it.
Joseph Labrum, USA
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