My Short Story Page 6

He stopped suddenly and backtracked to the garage. He reopened the garage door and looked around the interior. He couldn't believe what he was seeing not only had the car gone but everything in the garage was missing to. There should have been tins of paint, tools, even the rubbish bins had vanished. What was even more surprising was that the shelves were gone to. Now he knew something wasn't right.

                He went back into the living room and picked up the phone, there was no dial tone. He traced the cable back to the wall and found it was still plugged in. He tried the TV, pressed the on-off button several times still no power. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his mobile phone. He flicked open the Clamshell phone and screen was blank. He knew it hadn't run out of power as it had been on power all night. He went to the front window and looked out. The man was still there staring at the house only this time he had been joined by two other men. All three men were just standing and a cold shiver ran down Alan’s back. He didn't want to go out the front door as he had no intention of confronting the three sinister looking men. He went into the backroom and pulled the curtain aside. What greeted him made him more scared than anything he had confronted so far. Where there should have been a back garden there was nothing. Everything the disappeared, from the shed to the patio furniture. There was no sign that there had ever been anything there. Everything was black, no garden, no sky, no nothing. He went to the back door and tried to open it, it wouldn't open. He tried turning the key but nothing happened. He pulled at the handle and even kicked the door several times in frustration, by the time he had finished his shoes had lost all their shine and the door was covered in black scuff marks. He stood at the door, tears now beginning to flow from his eyes, he was helpless. He stood that way for several minutes before taking several deep breaths and calming down.

"Come on, there must be a reasonable explanation for this" he said trying to convince himself.

He went back into the house and looked out the window in the vain hope that the men might have disappeared. They were still there. They seemed to be waiting for something, maybe him. He wondered if this was some sort of terrorist attack, but then chuckled to himself. I mean, who would want to attack him and his family, it's not like his dad was some sort of nuclear physicist or his mum was a political activist, and he could just see his sister standing at a protest march with a placard saying ‘down with the government’ on one side and ‘I love Justin Bieber’ on the other. He went to the windows in the backroom, pulled aside the curtain and went to open the window, the handle was missing. Where the handle should of been was just a smooth surface like there had never been anything there at all. He could feel the panic rising in him and closed his eyes while trying to calm down. After a couple of minutes he reopened his eyes to find where the window should have been there was nothing, just a black space. He backed away slowly and could see that the blackness was closing in, right in front of his eyes the house was disappearing. It wasn't disintegrating or crumbling, it was just being swallowed up.

                He went into the kitchen and saw that half of it was missing to, it was like something was devouring the house and all that was left was a black space. He watched in awe as the kitchen cupboards disappeared, everything from the floor to the ceiling was just vanishing. He panicked. Turning round quickly he headed for the front door, he ran down the path and the three men were waiting for him. None of them said a word they just stood there, watching, waiting.