The Guest of Lonesome Drive (Scare Tactics)

I never wanted to come back to begin with. I left this place a long time ago for a reason but Aunt Day had passed away a few months ago and her will stated that her house in Lonesome Springs would be passed down to me, the only blood relative left. Thus far I had avoided any reason to visit the place that had haunted my childhood nightmares, I know they were only childish fears but the house is unsettling just the same. Releasing a short breathe Evan rested his head against the car window eying the surrounding dilapidated forest with complete mistrust as the woods sped by. Finally after another 45 minutes on their ride to nowhere, the cab rolled to a stop at the end of gravel drive and the driver turned to Evan. “Here’s your stop. 6262 W. Lonesome Drive.” Grumbling Evan slapped his fair into the cabby’s hand before dragging himself out of the backseat dragging his small suitcase with him. With a pat on the hood of the cab the driver pulled a U- turn and disappeared back done the uneven road they followed to his aunt’s house. “Home again after all this time…” His eye scanning the sorry excuse of a house, the siding peeling off and rotting from its nails where the underbrush around the house had grown up to the height of a small child. The ugly rope like vines threading themselves in and out of the floor boards on the porch and around the short pillars of it railing. Slowly making his way around the front of the house toward the front door her allowed the childish fears from his past to come flooding to the forefront of his mind. 

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“Auntie, Auntie why do you always complain about being lonely? A little version of Evan questioned as he sat eating his cereal at the worn oak table. “What do you mean E? I just get a little lonely once in a while because our nearest neighbors are miles away. Auntie likes being by herself out here, the quite is nice most of the time. Tilting his head sideways he looked up at her. “But you’re not alone? You have the boy in the wall….”

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Shaking his head he placed the worn key into the lock and twisted giving the door a heavy push until it gave in swinging open with a creak. His aunt had managed to convince him it was just his imagination and that most kids his age had imaginary friend. She said she understood how a young kid might find life in the wood lonely and wasn’t at all surprised at his sudden imaginary friend. He swore he wasn’t making it up. Over and over but his aunt always tsked him for stories and sent him off to play in his room or outside. If he had really believed what his aunt had said was the truth he knew the house wouldn’t still freak him out to this day but he also believe maybe his aunt had been trying to convince herself as well as him that there was nothing strange about her home. The unsettling feeling began to sink into his bones once again as she slid inside the door into the blackness running his hand along the fall for the light switch. He sucked in a sharp gasp and the air turned frigid and when his hand finally food the light switch. Even in the dark he could feel there was already one there.