bored...
Jack walked up the stairs to the old house. The wooden steps creeked under his weight. The house was very old now and it looked as if no one had lived in it for decades. When Jack grew up here, it had been the nicest house on the street. Everyone wanted to live in it. It had so many rooms to play hide and seek in that Jack's friends wouldn't want to play it anywhere else. Jack, however, knew all to well that hide and seek wasn't just a game. It was a part of his childhood he wanted to forget about, sweet under the rug for someone else to deal with later. Why he was back at this house again he wasn't quite sure. Something drew him back to where it all began. Forgetting was out of the question now as memories began to flood back into his brain. It was as if someone broke a dam that held all his forgotten memories and in one flash flood they all came back in one gigantic wave of desruction.
He was sweating so much now, getting closer and closer to the door. At last he reached the porch step and walked towards the door. The door was painted blue, years had worn down the brilliance of the color, but the blue was still noticable. A small glass panel was at head height. A sun catcher embedded into the door, and also a lookout for the resident. As Jack approached the door he saw the name next to the door bell: "Kauffman." His own last name still attached to this wretched place gave him chills. Goosebumps went up and down his body like tiny ants. He pushed the tiny doorbell. A loud ring that needed much help came form the other side of the door. At first he didn't hear anything, then a light noise indicated movement inside. He waited as the shuffle of feet came closer. Click, came the bolt on the door and the door opened. There staring him in the face was his father. A man who could be mistaken for Jack if Jack was 30 years older. He wore a white Hanes t-shirt and blue jeans. On his feet were brown slippers which Jack assumed was the cause of the shuffling noise; seeing that the floor was slintered and moldy. His father looked at Jack for a min and instantly recognized who he was. Silence still, Jack's brain was telling him to just turn around and walk away while his feet were not complying. This time thinking it over, Jack spoke.
"Hi Dad, can I come in?"
He was sweating so much now, getting closer and closer to the door. At last he reached the porch step and walked towards the door. The door was painted blue, years had worn down the brilliance of the color, but the blue was still noticable. A small glass panel was at head height. A sun catcher embedded into the door, and also a lookout for the resident. As Jack approached the door he saw the name next to the door bell: "Kauffman." His own last name still attached to this wretched place gave him chills. Goosebumps went up and down his body like tiny ants. He pushed the tiny doorbell. A loud ring that needed much help came form the other side of the door. At first he didn't hear anything, then a light noise indicated movement inside. He waited as the shuffle of feet came closer. Click, came the bolt on the door and the door opened. There staring him in the face was his father. A man who could be mistaken for Jack if Jack was 30 years older. He wore a white Hanes t-shirt and blue jeans. On his feet were brown slippers which Jack assumed was the cause of the shuffling noise; seeing that the floor was slintered and moldy. His father looked at Jack for a min and instantly recognized who he was. Silence still, Jack's brain was telling him to just turn around and walk away while his feet were not complying. This time thinking it over, Jack spoke.
"Hi Dad, can I come in?"