Prowling through the shadows, unnoticed.
Listening to the fading sounds as daytime draws to a close.
Waiting for the right time to run across the deserted street, out of sight.
Now is the time.
Across the road. Up the kerb. Through the gate. Along the path.
Onto the doorstep.
Sit and wait.
The door creaks open slowly.
In the warmth.
By the fireside.
“This place stinks!” Albert moaned as he became bored of traipsing around the museum.
“Shush!” Albert’s Mum reprimanded in a whisper. “That’s the smell of age. Hurry now, we’re leaving as they’re about to close.”
“Smells like cheese.” Albert sulked, as he stomped after his mother, but happy his ordeal was now over. He didn’t look back. If he had, he’d have seen the rotting bandaged-wrapped figure lurching through the hallway behind him, arms out-stretched.
Focus. Slow it down. Concentrate.
Three steps running on the spot.
Two large intakes of breath, with their corresponding outbreaths, of course!
Another large intake of breath for good measure, followed by a quick exhale
Two more steps, running on the spot.
I think that’s enough exercise for one day. All those steps, and breathing, in five seconds? I must be barmy.