UnRisen, Chapter Five
Trina continued her door-to-door census taking somehow. Upon finally meeting her host, she attempts a different kind of acknowledgment and faces something unexpected.
“This is a manor. We might as well call it a home. Please come through here where the light is brighter. I can’t see your pretty face, dear.”
“This is an incredible home you have here.”
“Oh thank you. It’s been in our family for years. Several generations in fact.”
“So just how many of you still live here, if I may ask?”
“Well, this is one of many rooms in the whole place. Different inhabitants in different ones, you know. You’re in the northwest most part at the moment. Do you have time to hear the story behind every room? It is a remarkable series of stories. If you have time, that is.”
“Will I get a simple count of those who are here?”
“But of course dear. But we must visit that room last.”
“That one, on the southwest side, upper level.”
“The fog got pretty thick outside all of a sudden. We don’t have to visit it at all. In fact, you can fill me in later. I have a busy schedule to keep.”
“Well, ok,” her middle-aged, grey haired host remarked while pouring her a tea.
“Oh, thank you. I’m not thirsty.”
“Let it be, then.”
“Can we start? You estimate one inhabitant per room.”
“Yes, in this one. May I tell you a story first?”
Trina accepted the change in hospitality. Usually she dealt with resistance and rude behaviour.
“You mean he’s still here?”
“Shhh, he doesn’t like much attention. Now if you’ll follow me into the next room.”
Trina’s eyes swam in various directions, still wondering about the mysterious fellow they never met. She checked off one male on her census sheet.
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Bill D. Bistak, Author, Producer of Bestshorthorrorstories.com & Founder of Friedrich Imagines, Ltd. a media production company