The Other Side

Jane arrived at her home town in Atlanta few days later. She was a little bit disturbed, but at least her meeting with her late son recently has made her more cheery. Arriving home, she saw her husband sitting in the front yard reading newspaper. Her husband immediately spotted her then he stood and walked quickly toward her.
“Honey you come back! I missed you so much!” Dave pulled and hold her in his arms. “What have you been doing in India? I’m worried sick. I couldn’t get to contact you. Your phone was always busy. I was planning to fly to you, thought something was wrong.”
“No Dave. I’m fine really. I just need some place to clear up my mind. Sorry I hadn’t contacted you. The place I was staying was far away from the city, no network was able to reach the village.”
“Oh I see. Honey, you look weary and your eyes looks like someone doesn’t have enough sleep. You’ve been crying.” Dave said.
“Yeah I was. But now I’m fine.”
“Let’s get something to eat okay?”
“Sure.”

That night strange things happened. Dave was fast asleep. Peacefully. Only Jane had troubling sleeping. Something was bothering her. She thought she heard noises from her late son’s bed room. At times, she was thinking it was only her imagination. But the noises getting louder and louder. She heard as if someone was knocking the door. Then noises of footsteps moving about the next room. She couldn’t help it but to wake up when a loud thud was dropping to the floor in the next room. Jane’s heart was beating much faster. Her adrenaline pumping up her blood almost twice the normal speed. She felt the eeriness of the night. Dark and cold. Her feet was moving automatically, helpless, like someone controlling her to walk.

The room was just in front of her now. The only thing left to do was to open the door. Her hands were trembling, hesitating whether she wanted to hold the door knob and spin it slowly. She actually did. Entering the room, she found out the window pane was opened. She had a very mixed feelings and thoughts playing in her head. Ever since her son died, the window was never opened and it was stay locked. She thought of the possibility of crime or robbery. But there’s no way anyone can enter through the window since the room was on the second storey above the first level. Plus the wall was plain, with no way of anyone can climb up to. On her second thought, it was probably her husband had forgotten to shut down the window.

The chilling cold inside the room was different. It was something else. Only then Jane realized there was something on the floor. A dark liquid. She touched the liquid and smelled it. Blood. Something was dripping from the ceiling and it dropped in succession on Jane’s hair. As she looked above, she saw her son was standing upside down looking down to her own mother with dark blood oozing down from his eyes.

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME MOMMY?”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME IN. YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME IN!!!”

“No. You’re not real. You’re NOT MY SON!!!”

“YOU LET ME DIE. YOU WON’T LET ME IN. YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME.”

“NO!!! NO!!!!!!”