Beware
the Dybbuk
By
Robin Renee Ray
Part
Two
Mike took the lead as he always did, with Sam
right on his heels. Cindy and Gabby walked side by side behind their brothers,
hoping they knew where they were going. Mr. Gray had pretty much disappeared
soon after he walked through the door and not one of the four siblings could
see him now.
“This is crazy. There’s no way that I’m staying in this
place if it doesn’t have…” Cindy was interrupted when the foyer light came on.
“Electricity?”
Sam whispered.
“Just
calm down. It’s an old house, and there isn’t anything to be afraid of. “Mike
looked back and winked at his youngest sister. “The old man probably had to go
down the hall to flip the switch.”
Mr.
Gray appeared at the top of the curved staircase with his hands behind his
back. He was staring down at the four young people with a distained demeanor
gracing his face. Gabby touched Mike on the back and he nodded as he set his
bag down on the extremely shiny tile floor.
“Excuse
me.” Mike cleared his throat.
“I’ll
show you to your rooms now, and then I will be departing the premises. It is
getting late after all.” Then Mr. Gray turned and walked out of view.
“That
dude gives me the creeps,” Sam whispered even lower than he had before.
“Let’s
just go up and see our rooms and let him leave. I have a feeling that this
place will feel a lot more comfortable with him ‘off the premises’…if you know
what I mean,” Mike spoke as he picked up his bag and started walking toward the
staircase.
“Did
you see the way he was looking at us,” Cindy said, getting as close to Mike as
she could as they made their way up the steps. “He looked pissed to me, Mike.”
“Keep
your voice down,” he replied in a low tone.
“No
shit, Cindy. If you think something like that, why on earth would you want to
make it worse by talking out loud about the man’s looks? Maybe he can’t help
that he looks like a dead animal hide,” Gabby whispered the last and Sam just
about chocked trying to hold back the laughter.
Cindy
shot back a hateful glare and then continued following Mike to the top of the
second floor where they last saw the spooky old man who had opened the front
door. The floor plan opened up to the left and the right creating two long,
dark, curved halls that had several doors on both sides and what looked like
another hall halfway down. Mr. Gray stepped out of the first door on the left
and both girls screamed, causing the two brothers to start laughing.
“The
females can stay in here.” Mr. Gray stepped back and held the door open, not
looking at anything but the air in front of his own face.
“You
heard the man,” Mike smiled, then opened his eyes a bit wider, slightly tilting
his head toward the bedroom’s door.
“Fine,
but you two better be very close,” Gabby said, pushing Cindy closer to the
entrance of the door.
“Oh,
hell no!” Cindy spun around and got behind her older sister. “Age before beauty
and all.”
“Nineteen,
really Cindy.” Sam rolled his eyes and walked over and looked back down over
the banister.
“Kiss
my…”
“Okay
Cindy, we will see you two after we go see our room…and why do we have to share
a room, Mr. Gray? This is a pretty big house,” Mike asked, breaking in before
Cindy could complete her sentence.
Mr.
Gray’s eyes moved down as he stepped out of the girl’s way and Cindy hurried in
and out of his way. He was about to close the door when Gabby reached out and
grabbed the inside knob.
“I
think we are old enough to close our own doors, Mr. Gray.”
“And
tuck ourselves in, so please don’t bother,” Cindy said, throwing her bag on the
four poster bed.
Mr.
Gray nodded once then turned. He looked Mike up and down and then he glanced
over at Sam, quickly turning away and heading for the right side hall. He
opened the first door on the right hand side, the very opposite from the door
he had opened for the girls in the hall to the left. It was just the full
mirror image effect of it. Mike and Sam walked in, half expecting Mr. Gray to
close the door behind them. When he didn’t they both turned to see him standing
there.
“Please
advise your siblings to stay close to their rooms. It is not safe to roam these
halls in the dark of night. I have made sure that the maids have left the
things you will need for a few days in the kitchen, before they left. The
bathrooms can be found across the hall from both of your rooms…there is no need
to go further until you have begun your packing of the Lady’s items. Which I am
sure you will do in the light of day. Now, if you need nothing more, I will be
retiring from my position.”
“I
think we can handle things from here on out, Mr. Gray. But I do have one
question,” Mike said as he walked closer.
“Yes?”
“Where
do you keep all the keys that the servants have, that have left? My father will
want an account on everything. We couldn’t have anyone sneaking back in, now
could we?”
Mr.
Gray’s face contorted even worse than it already was, anger showing in every
deep line. “You will find them in a key cabinet by the back door, sir. And I
can assure you that none will willingly return to this place. Good night and
best wishes.” With that said, Mr. Gray was gone.
“I’m
giving him ten minutes and then I am hitting that kitchen and see what they
left. I am starving,” Sam said as he opened his bag and took out his cell
phone.
“Me
too, little man. I bet the girls are hungry too. Come on, let’s go see how they
like their room and tell them we’re going down and ransacking the goods.”
“Maybe
this will work down there. I can’t get a signal.”
“Yeah,
I couldn’t get a signal either. I tried out front and didn’t think the house
would be any better. And I bet they shut the landline off here after the old
lady died.”
“What
the heck is a landline?”
“Sam,
I worry about you.”
“What?
I really don’t know. Hey…wait up.”
The
four made their way back down into the foyer. They soon decided to take the
hall that went down beside the right side of the staircase and soon found the
kitchen at the far back of the house. All of the appliances were modern and
stainless steel, but the rest of the kitchen was still the same as it was from
the time the home was built back in the early eighteen hundreds. By all accounts,
it was breathtaking. However, there was nothing in the way of food that the
siblings would eat. But there were an abundant amount of cans of pea and
vegetable soup.
“What
the hell is this stuff?” Sam asked, holding up a small white plastic bottle.
“Are
you serious? That’s the crap they left us to live off of for a week? That’s the
crap that old people drink,” Cindy complained. “I don’t drink old people crap
and no way in hell I am eating pea soup.”
“We
have a car, Cindy,” Mike snapped. “You’re giving me a damn headache.”
Cindy
was about to complain when the sound of a door slamming somewhere deep in the
house changed her mind. Gabby looked at Mike, who in turn looked over at Sam.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t know what it was.” After he spoke another sound rang
out.
“What
is that, Mike?” Cindy whimpered.
“Don’t
freak out. It’s probably just the last of the help heading out.”
“I
thought the old…you know what, was the last thing to leave,” Sam shrugged his
shoulders.
“I
never heard a car, did any of you?” Cindy asked in a panic.
“Come
on, in this big old house? You’re working yourself up over nothing,” Gabby
started laughing and opened the refrigerator. “Yeah baby, now we’re talking! We
have wine.” Then she pulled out a bottle and waved it in the air.
“I
will so not tell…as long as you share that with me,” Sam wiggled his brows.
“Do
you know how good that will be for my nerves?” Cindy grabbed the bottle and
hugged it to her chest.
“Tonight
only guys, tomorrow we start working.” Mike was about to say something else
when the lights flickered and went out.
Cindy
screamed and dropped the bottle. It didn’t break but it spun across the floor
and went into the darkness under the breakfast nook in the corner. Cindy then
grabbed Gabby and both girls held each other, listening to the sounds of
drawers opening and closing. Soon the glow of a candle came in to view.
“There’s
a whole drawer full in the china hutch,” Mike said as he handed the girls a
candle. “I’ll check the fuse box.”
“Aren’t
most of those in the basement?” Sam asked, as his candle began to slightly
shake.
“Yeah,
I’m afraid so.”
“I
say we all go together,” Gabby stepped forward. “It would give you more light
to work by.”
To
be continued…..
dang..once again im at the edge of my seat..and Im thinking..nooo dont go down there tonight..wait until the morning,when its light outside and who/whatever is sleeping...another good job Robin..!!
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