Shadows inside boxes
Her husband was so distraught she barely recognised him. Wild eyed he paced the kitchen as if caged. Flecks of spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke:
“I was up there hiding your Christmas presents … when it woke up. The attic … the attic is its brain. It was as if I was standing inside its head. I could see its memories in the clouds of dust. Synapses firing down mortar and cobwebs. My god … the house is alive!”
His panic was contagious. She steadied herself on the Formica kitchen top and took some deep breaths.
“But that’s not the worst of it. It showed me the true nature of things. Of the objects and possessions we fill the house with.” He jabbed his finger accusingly at a photo propped up along the spines of cookery books. It was of them on honeymoon in Cyprus. “Those aren’t our memories. We’re theirs! The objects around us: they own us, shape us … contain us! My god … you’re not even my wife!”
She let out a short stabbing scream.
“Our marriage … our whole life together is nothing but a projection. We’re just phantoms given off by all the useless stuff we own.”
She wanted to beg him to stop. Make him understand how much he was hurting her but his stream of consciousness was unrelenting. Blood flushed his features as a new line of thinking exploded into his brain.
“My god! What if it isn’t just this house? What if it is all houses? What if they are the planet’s dominant species and not us?”
He collapsed against the wall and buried his faces into his hands. Sobs wracked his body as he slid to the parquet flooring. She needed to get her husband psychiatric help and now. She yanked the telephone from the wall. Hands shaking she started to punch in the emergency services number.
The house groaned as a tiny ripple ran through its walls. Then all was still again.
She was staring at the phone in her hand trying to remember who she was about to call. She chuckled, silly woman, what was she thinking ringing someone at this time of night? She replaced the handset and looked around the empty kitchen.
Oh well, she may be a lonely old spinster but at least she had a house to call her own.





July 30th, 2010 at 12:02 pm
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July 30th, 2010 at 2:19 pm
Wow-I laughed at the end out of sheer surprise that her husband was right! Nicely done! Also, that is such interesting concept that everything is a projection.
July 30th, 2010 at 4:26 pm
An interesting story. Very imaginative. I especially liked the ending: The idea that our reality isn’t true, but that we are subject to the minds of something else.
July 30th, 2010 at 5:49 pm
What a fascinating idea, houses being the dominant species. Spooky and fantastic.
July 30th, 2010 at 9:52 pm
Jason, this is great. Such a awesome twist on the prompt and very deftly told. I’m jealous. Fave line was “Synapses firing down mortar and cobwebs.”
July 30th, 2010 at 10:07 pm
My house creaks! You’ve got me thinking! Nice one.
July 30th, 2010 at 10:38 pm
Awesome and original. I really like your style of writing. I hope your patient lived. I also work the night shift in a hospital and do a little writing at night. What a great atmosphere for writing- graveyard shift.
July 30th, 2010 at 10:55 pm
“My god! What if it isn’t just this house? What if it is all houses? What if they are the planet’s dominant species and not us?”
This line struck me as funny, because it’s just about true.
July 31st, 2010 at 2:08 am
I loved the ending! A lonely old spinster indeed. Makes you wonder what happened to her husband. Very fun take on the prompt.
July 31st, 2010 at 2:40 am
Great story. It’s always disturbing to find out your not the one in control.
July 31st, 2010 at 4:25 am
Damn good here Jason. Love your work.
July 31st, 2010 at 10:59 am
I liked being dropped right into the action from the start. You’ve got so much tension going on that it’s easy to get wrapped up in.
Well done
August 1st, 2010 at 12:09 am
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August 1st, 2010 at 10:47 am
Hehe loved the sentient house, it must’ve gotten annoyed with the hysterical ranting!
August 1st, 2010 at 4:08 pm
Ooooh that was creepy!! I don’t dare go in my attic now!
August 1st, 2010 at 6:52 pm
I love that you’ve used the prompt as something that happened in the past. I want to know more – you could create a whole novel from this idea and the things happening.
August 1st, 2010 at 9:14 pm
My apartment said to tell you it really liked that this story had a happy ending.
August 3rd, 2010 at 2:42 pm
Easily the best I’ve read this week. Thanks for posting it.
August 11th, 2010 at 9:49 am
Spooky houses that dominate us!!! Nice one dude, keep up the good work.