A woman entered the old creaking wooden mansion. She was dressed in an old fashioned 1950s dress. Of course, the year is 1954. The blue hue skylight shown through the crack of the half opened door. She looked back and made a gesture calling out for her son from behind the door. "Come now Harry, you must see your new home," said the woman. "But moooooom," said Harry the little young lad," that house is big and dark and dusty, I wanna go hooooommmme." The little boy, only 7 years old, has not had the greatest experience growing up with two ever stubborn parents. The mother turned to an keeled down in front of the boy, who seemed to be about to weep. "Now look darling, my love," said the mother," your father and I, well we can't be together anymore, we just see things too differently." She began to stroke his blonde hair gently, comforting the child hoping that he doesn't break a tear, for she too may begin to cry as well. "It's going to be alright from now on dearest, " she continued,"I promise everything will be alright. You see we'll call in some people to clean up the hotel, and Mittens will be happy here as well. Look at all the rugs and carpets he can roll around in." The mother stood up to lead the boy into the house. Harry followed, cautiously looking around his surroundings. The house was a splendid sight, there was a large glass dome that shined creamy whit light onto the gorgeous red carpet that covered the entire house. There were two stairs on either side of the entrance hall leading upwards in an inverted semi-arc shape. Like the entrance of grand hotel. This mansion was an old inheritance left by the mother's ancestors, she didn't even know she owned it until the lawyers went over the family history during the divorce. "Mommy," Harry tugged at his mother's fluffy cotton pink sleeve,"What if Mittens doesn't like it here?" he asked. "Don't worry dear, he will," she replied, " at the moment we have no where else to go, and your father wasn't exactly a rich man either," she smiled a bit trying to make sure Harry wouldn't begin to cry again and continued," well, let's stay here for a bit, and if you don't like it, we'll sell the house and live somewhere else, alright?" the mother took held his hand up and looked straight at him smiling. Harry looked down and nodded. "That's very good dear," said the mother, "Now, let's go get your things and settle in." The boy, although not too pleased with the agreement, he seemed to like the idea of having such a big home to run around in. He thought of all his friends just running around playing hide and seek, and all the long hours of fun they'd have in such a beautiful place. So the boy went off to settle in his new room, just up the right wing stairs and to the first door on the left. Mittens, his cat followed and ran around his room. Later that night after dinner. The boy laid down gently on his bed, and smiled a little. It was such a nice bed, perhaps one fit for a prince. The cat curled up next to him and began to purr. The boy was content and slowly he began to fall asleep. The mother came in just a few seconds later, she gently kissed him on the for head, and said, "Good night my love."
Later that night the boy awoke to the sound of his cat, Mittens hissing loudly in the hallway through the crack in the door that his mother didn't quite close up entirely. Harry attempted to return to sleep, but the cat's load screeching kept him tossing and turning until he finally got up to take a look at the cat. As he opened up his door, he could see the cat's tail brush pass the corner of the hallway where it reached the left wing of the stairs. There was a blue shimmering moon light from the main entrance dome that shown down and lit the room and the halls around it. Harry tip toed cautiously towards the edge of the railing to see where his cat had gone. He could feel the air getting cooler as he approached the edge, where the moonlight struck, the barrier between light and darkness, Harry could feel a sudden sheer coldness, a drop in the temperature. He began to shiver, but the curiosity simply drove him further. As he leaned over the ledge, he could see the cat siting in front of the door way, staring into the center the of the entrance hall. Harry saw the carpet in front of his cat began to bulge up. The cat let out a loud screech, an ear shattering cry. Harry covered his ears as he witnessed the bulge rising up, he wanted to wake his mother, but he froze in fear as the carpet demon rose up. It was just like someone was under the carpet, but the carpet did not have any creasings, nor did the edges retract. Harry woke up the next morning. He was eager to get out of bed to tell his mother about the news. "Mommy, mommy," he cried to his mother who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, "I saw a ghost! I saw one! It was in the carpet, but I think Mittens scared it away!" The mother continued to do the place the dishes on the table, and cook the pancakes. "Don't be silly Harry," said mother," there's no such thing as ghosts in this house." But Harry was persistent, he grabbed her gown and pulled at it hard and said, "Moooommmy, we have to move out now, I don't like it here!" The mother finally couldn't take Harry's doubtfulness of the new home. She got on her knees and began to cry. "Oh Harry dear," she said with eyes full of tears," I'm so, so sorry it turned out like this," she sniffed the liquid dripping out of her nose, and whiped her eyes. She gave Harry a big hug, and squeezed him tightly. "Now listen my dear, we have no other choice but to live here for now," she said," I know things have been hard, but we have to be here for each other ok? Just try to let go of your nightmare Harry, everything will be alright." Harry was hesitant to believe it was a nightmare, but seeing his mother cry, he returned her hug and simply said, "ok mom."
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