Tell A Tale — Gothic Fiction

I Hace Been Here The Longest By Sharon Rider

I like living here in this big Victorian house. In comparison with all of the other occupants, except for the man who lives up in the attic rooms, I have been here the longest. People do not seem to stay very long. They move in, make changes to the rooms, put their furniture in different places and after being here a short while, they move out again. Then, someone new comes and it begins all over again. The banging, the shouting, moving things around, running up and down the stairways, the halls, the landings.



There are many rooms here in this old house. The windows are large and you can see out onto the park across the road. I watch the children playing often and there is one little boy who has just moved here with his mother. They live in the rooms upstairs, on the level just below the attic. He smiled at me and waved as I watched him from the window. He saw me! My heart leaped! I don't think his mother should leave him to play on his own. Anything could happen. She needs to watch him. She needs to teach him never to trust anyone, however kind they may seem. There may be an evil side to them. Don't trust anyone! They may want to hurt you. Their other self, their evil side! They may give you gifts, make you laugh, be your secret friend and then......they hurt you. Their other self can hurt

you!



Nothing will happen to this child. I will make sure of it. I will watch. I will listen. I will run up and down the stairways, the halls, the landings. I will move things around, bang on doors, scream out. I will

make sure that they hear me. That they all hear me. That the man in the attic rooms hears me.



"Stay away from him, I will shout. Keep away!"



And then they will leave. They will move away.



So that is how it will be. I shall protect the child, keep him safe from the man that lived above us. The man that became my secret friend, made me laugh, brought me gifts and then his other self, the one I did not know, hurt me, killed me and hid me, never to be found.



But I returned. My parents had gone but he remained. Never a suspect!



He knows I am here. He sees me in the shadows, he hears me moving around in the house. He knows I am watching. I am waiting. When he took his own life through guilt and fear he was destined to stay forever! Could not go into the light. The attic rooms have never been rented. People can feel his evil self.



I like living here, in this big Victorian house. In comparison with all of the other occupants, apart from the man in the attic rooms, I have been here the longest.


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