Say hello to death

"An old lady suffers from dementia and is stuck in her own house, getting followed by her own demons"

Carefully two stale blue eyes peeked around the corner of the door. The beady eyes cautiously inspected the hallway before she decided it was safe enough to come out. Her white bed gown caressed her wrinkly skin as she walked in. She was so tiny. Her back was slightly bent from age, and her pale face was filled with wrinkles. She couldn’t believe how much she had changed. She used to be full of life, never letting her age get to her. But it was different now. Everything changed. She had become a prisoner in her own house.

That’s when she heard the soft footsteps behind her. Her shaking hand flew to her mouth so she could silence herself. But it was futile, she was gasping for air so loud it was deafening her. Finally her feet started moving again. She had to get away. Her fingers grasped the walls for support as she tried walking as fast as she could. She turned another corner and stood still, catching her breath and listening if she could hear the footsteps again. Finally her heart calmed down once she was sure she couldn’t hear it again. Tears of relief filled her eyes. It had been following her for months now. There was something threatening about its presence. She could feel that it was not a friend. It was never there for long, only the footsteps every now and then. And the presence that you could just feel. But she knew that she shouldn’t stay around, waiting for what the footsteps belonged to. Tears started streaming down her face as she could clearly hear the footsteps again now, coming from close behind her.