The Colours

There’s a way with the clouds today. As night approaches, there’s grey, white, blues and pinks.

Anna never gets used to the sky colours, forthose colours make her feel things. Old and new things. Dark and light things.
The sea is out over the cliffs. Tonight it’s still, which is odd. Although cool, there’s this mist hovering. “How peculiar”, Anna thinks, “It’s probably nothing.”
Walking into the house sends a strange chill down her spine. Something’s changed, but not for the better. The light doesn’t help.
Anna mutters in reassurance to only herself, “I’m not scared. It’s nothing. No one can hurt me now…not now…”
The rattling begins. Soft then harder, light then thunderous; it’s as if the house has taken on a life of its own.
Anna screams inwardly, for words no longer escape her lips. Terror grips her heart and then crushes her lungs. Struggling through, she sees three ladies standing before her in 1920’s dress. Their faces sneer and laugh, as they pull her forward. The rattling again. They laugh at her. The rattling comes. They smash her head against the wall. The rattling echoes.
Anna asks, “Where am I now?”
In unison, they playfully answer, “You’re with us now whether you like it or not.”