And the Hallowe’en posts continue!
Coming! Ready or not!
Philip listened to the scampering footsteps as his friends ran to their hiding places. He knew someone had run upstairs; out through the back door; moved a sofa; and into the kitchen… the creak of the door gave that one away.
Aha!
He peered behind the living room sofa that was at an odd angle in its usual place. There was no one there.
He ran to the patio door and looked around the edges of the lawn: empty.
He quickly opened the kitchen door, ignoring the squeaky hinges, and checked in all the possible hiding places he could think of: no sign of anyone.
With a smirk, he ran upstairs, stopping abruptly on the landing. The door to the room at the top of the stairs was open.
He slowly walked into the room.
It was as cold as he remembered it… as cold as ice.
A noise inside the wardrobe startled him. Although he didn’t want to, he opened the door, suddenly wishing he hadn’t.
The Bandaged Man stood, smirking, with his extended bandages wrapped around the wrists and ankles of his four friends.
Without thinking, one by one, Philip yanked his friends free and out of the wardrobe. He pointed to the door for them to run out.
As he ran to chase them out of the room, a bandage wrapped around his chest, pulling him back, into the wardrobe.
Hello Philip. Welcome home.
The voice echoed as the wardrobe vanished from view.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a challenge to write up to 250 words based on a photo provided by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr.
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