The Angel In My Attic

I’ve been here since I can remember, which is not much. I remember a family that was living in this house, my house, I think. They seemed familiar but, I couldn’t figure out who they were. They have left now and I am alone. Although they couldn’t see me I knew I wasn’t complete alone but, they moved on and I am left in an empty house. From what I can tell it’s been about 6 months since they left, I could be wrong though. I don’t do much because, well I can’t touch anything I only go through things. This time alone has given me time to practice trying to move objects, I have yet to be successful. When I’m not practicing I stare out the window and watch people living there lives, one which I have decided I will never had. I don’t even know my name! I wander a lot through the house thinking, trying to remember who I am but it’s always unsuccessful.

I have tried to leave but when I open the door there is no outside like I see through the window it’s a black wall that keeps me in. It doesn’t break I have tried to break but it never cracks. There is not even a mark on it. So I sit and watch the events outside, It’s like I’m watching a film of people's lives. In the months I have been alone I saw a lady come home with her new baby, the father taking such good care of the both of them. They had the perfect family but, one day a burglar broke into their house and I heard a male yelling. “No don’t touch my family” and I saw a bright light in the window that came with a loud bang. I saw the burglar leave running. The sad thing was I couldn’t do anything except watch. I watch as he was taken away with a sheet covering his body. I saw the wife desperately clutching her baby to her chest, as it was the last memory of her husband. The tears never stopping. I then watch everyday as she grew depressed and further away from her child. I watched as she wobbled around with a drink in her hand. Then one day I saw the same light and sound I did the time the husband was killed. I knew what happened and it broke my heart knowing I could do nothing. I saw the body wheeled out again and the baby carried out by people in stiff suits, crying. After a few days the house was for sale just like the one I sat in and watched out of. After that I stopped looking out the window as much it was just so depressing. Once in a while people would check out the house, although no one ever bought it.

After the six months though, I saw the “For sale” sign being taken down outside. A few days later moving trucks pulled up outside the house. Soon after a car pulled up behind the two trucks. I saw a teenager about my age get out of the passenger side of the car and in the drivers seat a lady, who I assumed was his mother get out of the car and go and talk to the moving people. The teenager had short black hair and tattoos on his neck. As he looked at the house he sucked on his lip ring studying the old beat up house.

I watched him and finally he looked at the front the window where I stood and his eyes meet mine and he frowned. He saw me and I ran, I ran from his sight up into the attic. He had seen me. I know he saw me. I felt his eyes upon me, I felt them. Normally when people look in my direction they never see me. When I look in there eyes they don’t see. He saw me. I must have imagined it.

I stayed up there until I didn’t hear any movement downstairs. I slowly went through the floors till I reached the bottom floor. I looked around and saw boxes and furnitured scattered around. I also saw some takeout food left on the table where I figured they were too tired to throw out. I decided to check out the second floor since I didn’t hear anyone or thing moving. I made my way up the stairs like a normal person and stood against the door that I remember the family before never going into. This room looked like it was occupied with a bed unmade, and comic books laying everywhere. There were also posters on the walls and clothes falling out of the closet. Occasionally while that family was still here the boy who looked only a few years younger than me would come and sit on the floor and cry. He would cry so much and say “ I’m so sorry Gerard I wish I could have known! Oh god! I’m so sorry! I wish I would have seen!” He was the only one in the whole house that would come into this room. From the limited time I spent with them I learned his name was something like Mikey, I think. I had always liked this room, I thought if I needed to sleep or have a place of my own I would want it to look like this. All the stuff in that room was thrown out when they left. It was a shame I had really enjoyed it, and then when it was gone, it only added to my loneliness.

After remembering the room, happily I stuck my head in the room to find a bed had been placed in the room and a few posters had been hung up. One of them was a Misfits poster, I figured this was the boys room. I then realized that he was not in his bed, this worried me as I realized he could see me again. I quickly retreated to the attic and paced and waited. I waited till the sun came up and I saw them leave, the boy with a pack over his shoulder and an angry look plastered on his face.

Notes

new story! Yayy!