Return to the old house

I decided to return to the old house. I was stand in the middle of the dining room again, the prisms’ lamp were hanging over my head in the Saturday afternoon. I felt a cold air around me. Suddenly I saw a shadow passing in the kitchen. I walked slowly to there. There was anybody inside but I found a beautiful white rose over the old table. Who left the flower there? The house was solitary and I felt a bit scared. The flower remind me my childhood best friend, Sara, that lived in that house from he was born to she died that terrible summer that drowned in the swimming pool. Her parents found out her body surrounded with white roses.

-Sara! - My voice called her. I felt the cold air again and a door hit in other place of the house. I felt fear very fear. I decided to escape but I couldn’t, all the house’s doors were locked. I felt panic and in at that time I saw a figure in front me under the lamp, but it wasn’t my friend if not a tall dark man with bright eyes that stare to my eyes. Then I didn’t feel more panic if no peace and tranquility.

He was the most important man of my life…