Posted Jan 10, 2012, in Stories, by Lynna Landstreet
Written for the Thousand Cats LiveJournal community, November 30, 2009.
I can’t abide deceitful little girls! Constantly making up ridiculous stories to draw attention to themselves — it’s absolutely maddening. I know many people just smile indulgently and write it off as childhood imagination, but honestly, if they don’t learn to tell the truth when they’re young, what on earth is going to compel them to do it once they’re grown?
Ever since we moved there I had been afraid. It wasn’t the house itself, you understand, but the feeling that something was coming there. I didn’t know what. Yes, as you say, this was probably an irrational fear — or at least I should have considered it such, having no logical reason for my apprehension. But nonetheless, as of moving to this house, I could feel this sense of presence, this unknown something, that I knew would be coming to kill us, sooner or later.