week three winner

Daisy
North Branch
Genre: Original Fiction
Title: Uninvited Guest
Uninvited Guests
Red tried to slink through the door unnoticed by his mother and sister.
He knew if he was caught trying to sneak outside again he would be in huge
trouble. He could still remember the day his parents had ruined his life and
told him they were going to move. He remembered the night a week ago when he
had slept in the calm of the forest. The beautiful night sky, the cool breeze
with the amazing peace of nature. He didn’t regret escaping outside that
night, though he did wish he had been more careful to not get caught. He
hadn’t been thinking enough to set precautions and make proper excuses.
He was right at the door, ready to slip into the forest, about to relax
when he heard a small voice.
“Mom said you couldn’t go anywhere without telling her!” a small
voice accused. Red winced. He had been so close. After the night in the
forest he had been banned from going anywhere.
“I won’t tell on you if you’ll get my toys from the basement and
play with me.”
“Fine,” Red sighed, “but only for a minute.”
He started walking down the stairs to the basement. His parents had
thought it would be an adventure to move into this old, dingy house, but he
completely disagreed. He was halfway down the stairs when he tripped, his
feet flew out from under him, and he fell down the rest of the stairs with a
crash. Near the end he hit into a box, and then crashed to the ground.
He was too busy looking at what was behind the box he had kicked aside
as
he fell down the stairs to notice the pain in his head. Behind the box there
was a small door.
“Wow!” Hope, his little sister, shrieked. Hopping down the stairs.
Red stared at the door. There was something wrong with it other than the
size. He couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he did not want to see what
was on the other side.
Hope ran over to the door and reached for the doorknob, before Red could
do anything she opened it.
As soon as she twisted it the room filled with smoke. There was a deep
growl and a piercing scream. Red could barely breathe, he had never felt so
scared before.
Slowly the smoke cleared. The only evidence that something had just
happened was a message on the wall next to the door. ‘LEAVE NOW, OR NEVER
SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN.’
Red sat there, staring at the door for a minute. He was stunned. What
had
just happened? Hope recovered much more quickly, again reaching for the door.
“Stop!” Red yelled, “Do not open that door! Go upstairs right
now!”
Hope stuck her tongue out and sat down staring at the door.
“Go upstairs and get Mom. Now.” his heart was pounding, he was sure
he had seen the doorknob turn.
The door slowly opened as they watched. A small creature stepped out. It
was about eight inches tall, it looked almost human, except for it’s light
green skin, it’s incandescent eyes, and it’s sharp teeth.
“Hello,” the creature, most likely a girl, said in a small sweet
voice. “I need you to follow me.”
Red found himself unable to stay still, he could not control his
movements he started following the creature down the stairs. Hope looked
scared and followed as well. After multiple flights of stairs they stopped
and were shut into a room, they sat there, frozen, unable to move. Red tried
to move. He struggled, and finally his leg twitched concentrating hard he
finally was able to regain control of himself. He was out of breath, but he
had to think. The door was locked.
Finally he realized that it was the creature’s eyes, he had not frozen
until he had seen them. So his plan was simple. He grabbed Hope and covered
her eyes with his jacket. When he heard the door open he ran through and,
with his eyes closed, ran up the stairs, holding his little sister. He ran
for what seemed like hours, and eventually found the door. He rushed through
and ran into his house, slamming the door. Then he sat there panting, Hope
clung to him. He was about to call for his mother when he noticed something,
the door was gone.
For days and weeks and months after that he never entered the basement,
always thinking that he might find a door.