Novellinpätkää

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There was no wind. No movement at all. Everything was still as if we were caught in a still picture. And the house was gloomy. The dark windows looked - not threatning - but scary in a way you could sense that something was out of the normal. In the night, it seemed almost like the house was breathing, slowly, steady and silent breaths.

We crawled across the wildened garden and carefully approached the house. How close would we dare go? How close would we have to go to see through those pitch black windows?

I swore I could hear her heart beating faster and louder every second. My own was racing - like a squirrel up and down the tree. Our breathing was breaking the silence we were getting deaf to.

Halfway to the house I froze. I couldn't do it. One step more and I'd die from my own fear. The windows were black.

She pulled my hand and I shook my head. No, I wouldn't go any further. Too scared to make any noise, she begged me with her eyes. One tiny bit closer, please! Facing her pleaing eyes I gave in, took small, shaky steps. Holding tightly to her, I slowly walked beside her, closer to the house. Now there was more distance to the run-down fence than to the house. I halted again. This time she didn't try to change my mind.

The windows were black.

We started backing slowly, our eyes fixed to that ever-so intimidating house, our ears ringing with the sound of silence.

Our steps became hastier, faster as we were reaching the fence. Few meters more... Suddenly we both bursted running, through the broken gate and along the road, and we didn't stop, didn't look back, until we were home.

And the windows... They were still black.