The door hung askew in its frame. Hazy yellow light, like a saint’s halo, leered at me from around the cracks, suggesting that someone, or something, was already in my room. I shuddered and continued tentatively down the hallway.
Feeling uneasy, I chastised myself for my situation. If I wasn’t so poverty stricken after my divorce, I could have afforded my own place, and not be forced to reside in this creepy, old, share home.
I reached out to turn the handle, when cold gusts surrounded me. Strange, I thought, looking around for the source of air. I folded my arms around my body, vigorously rubbing my skin.
Then I heard it. A shallow, rasping voice in my ear, unmistakable in its malice and intent.
Shocked and confused I turned to see who had voiced the command, but there was no one there. Thinking I must be going crazy, I shook my head, opened the door and stepped inside.
A rope lay coiled like a snake at my feet; a noose tied at its end.
Again I heard the voice say, “Leave” as the rope began to move.
I turned and ran, knowing nothing on this holy earth would ever make me return…
By Sarah ©2018