Happy April Fools day everyone. Sorry for not getting this out earlier. But here’s the continuing story of Jeffery and the little people. I do hope you enjoy it.
J is for Jogah contd!
The weeks following his little sister’s arrival were filled with crying, laughter, and a sense their little family coming together. While his mother seemed perpetually tired, what with the 2am feedings and being awakened at all hours of the night with a fussy baby, things slowly settled into a routine.
Jeffery had given little thought to the blueberry muffin incident, and he noticed his parents were not as attentive as they had been before. It was a relief not to have to keep reassuring them every day that everything was all right. He had even fallen into his own little routine as the big brother responsible for watching over his little sister. A task he accepted quite easily.
Two months after Melinda came home, with a new school year fast approaching filled with the worries any new student might endure. His biggest being his worry he might not fit in. He had managed to make one friend out here in the middle of nowhere, as he liked to refer to it.
Will lived on the property adjacent to their own was his own age and in awe of the fact Jeffery used to live in New York city. He was always asking questions about life in the city. What if was like walking to school in a city that big. If he was afraid someone might snatch him off the street. If the naked cowboy in times square was real. The last had stumped Jefferey, they lived nowhere near time’s square, and he had only ever been there once, passing through in the early evening as night slowly settled over the city and the lights the square was famous for had not yet reached their zenith.
With two weeks before the start of the new school year he was starting to drift off to sleep, snuggled in his bed, when he heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening and closing softly downstairs. He lay there for a moment, listening, any thought of sleep having been banished by the disturbance. It might be his dad sneaking out to have a smoke. He had promised to quit, but Jeffery found his stash behind the large flowerpot at the edge of the porch. He never said anything, but occasionally he’d hear his dad sneak outside when he believed everyone else was asleep in the house.
It was the soft sound of a footstep on the steps that drove him fully awake and he lay there trying to determine if he’d been mistaken, or someone was sneaking up the steps, which made little sense as his parents slept on the first floor.
He lay there listening as the soft sound of footsteps came from the hallway right outside his door. The soft light of a nightlight came through the narrow crack at the bottom of his door and he saw a shadow move across that narrow strip of light. The doorknob of his door turned slowly, the grating sound of the bolt being drawn back was loud in the silence of the room. Jeffery lay with his blankets pulled up to his nose, watching the door.
The ghosts he’d seen had never used the door the way it was intended, simply gliding through on their rounds, so whoever, or whatever was at his door was not a ghost. The doorknob stopped turning and he released his pent up breath as the shadow under the door moved away. The door across from his room opened and he realized that whoever it was, had entered Melinda’s room.
Throwing back his blankets he slipped out of bed and crossed to his door. Slowly, carefully, he turned the knob and opened it a mere sliver. The door to Melinda’s room stood open, a yawning put of emptiness filled with menace.
To be continued!
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