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THE VISIT

So you are home alone on a cool weekend evening. You sit in front of your tv lazily switching from one channel to another.
You want to make most of the time you have the house to yourself, you even have spaghetti warming in the microwave and your are debating wether to call your girl/boy friend. Then you hear your doorbell ring.
You frown, you aren't expecting anyone and your parents won't be back before nine. Grumbling, annoyed you have to get off the comfortable sofa, you jerked the door open and your eyes widen in shock.
You see a close friend of yours from way back. you guys lost contact long ago and you haven't heard from him since then. You grin widely wanting to hug him but he only moved from your grasp. He says
'its cold, can I come in?'
you say 'why not'

you sit your friend down trying to catch up with lost times, but he doesn't talk, he only looks at you with eerie silence and he looks very sad.

'why didn't you come and visit' he suddenly asks. You are startled, you are about to answer when the phone in your bedroom rings upstairs.

Quickly excusing yourself, you go up to answer the call and the following conversation ensued.

__Hello?

__hello, is this ***

__yea, who's talking (getting worried)

__(slightly hysterical) it's *** mum, (your friend downstairs mother)

__oh okay (confused)

__(sobbing)I saw your number in the old directory my son had, yours was one of the red marked ones so I thought I should let you know. your friend commited suicide last night. He's gone (more sobbing

__(unbelieving) er Mrs, he's not dead, there must be a mistake. Infact he's here, in my house, downstairs

__(a pause) you had better get out of there then, *** was confirmed dead this morning, and I think the people he marked in red are in danger.(screaming) leave that place now for the love of God!

The line went dead. You drop your phone in shock, now you are starting to break out in cold sweat, if your friend was dead then who is the person seating downstairs?!

Then to your horror you hear the steps creak, someone...no, HE is coming up the stairs!

creak, creak, creak...

you are shaking, your room is too high for you to jump down the window...

creak creak creak

'why didn't you come and visit?' a raspy voice says. You gasp, the voice is coming from right behind your door!
Then it slowly started to creep open...

WHAT WOULD YOU DO?!