Everyone tells me this house is normal. But it’s not. I know it’s not. It’s old, so that could explain the creaking, but that doesn’t explain the footsteps when nobody else is home. Or the glimpses of phantom shadows that shouldn’t be there. Or when I hear snippets of casual conversation, but I don’t recognize the voices.
We’ve lived here for a few months now, and I’m still having trouble sleeping. The noises and phantoms have been getting more frequent, too. Both my brother and my mom see and hear the same things as me, but they always say it’s a trick of the light, or that I’m just being paranoid. But I know I’m not. I trust my instincts, and my instincts tell me it’s all real.
As I lay in my bed during yet another sleepless night, staring at the clock, I hear footsteps coming down the hallway. I cover my head with the blankets and burrow as close to the wall as I can, waiting for it to go away. But this time, it didn’t. I hear my door creak open and footsteps coming into my room. I peek over the covers to see if the door is really open, and to my shock there’s a boy around my age standing there. He looks scared and confused, with panic written all over his face.
We sit there for a few moments, frozen, before he talks, “Who are you-”
“Why are you in my house? What, do you live in the attic or something?”
“I-I don’t know,” He puts his hands up.
I look around for anything that could be used as a weapon and grab my lamp.
“Mom! Mom!” I yell, But she doesn’t come. I stand up and slowly walk towards the door. “Move out of the way, or I will not hesitate to hit you with this lamp,”
He moves out of the way, “Look, what’s your name? I’m Jace,” He starts to put his hands down,
“Hands back up Jace,” I hold the lamp up threateningly, “This is a weird home intrusion tactic, but it’s not gonna work on me,”
I back up out of the door and go down the hallway towards my mom’s room, only to find that her bedroom isn’t there and instead it’s a blank wall. I whip around and look at the rest of the hallway, only to see nothing but the bathroom door. I run down the hallway and find that the layout is nothing like my house. There’s one other bedroom around the corner, and I burst in, finding nothing but an empty bed.
“What did you do!?” I say
“That’s my room, and I haven’t done anything. I’m just as confused as you. Also my arms are getting really tired, can I please put them down now?”
“Fine. But I’m keeping the lamp,” I pause before saying, “My name’s Paige,”
“We should look around,” Jace suggests
“Fine. But I still think you caused this,” I say as we start walking
“I really didn’t. If anything, It was my dad. He was always building something in the basement. I’m not sure what, but it was very sciencey,”
I pause, “So was my mom. She was always ranting about demi particles and how she could contact other universes with them. She almost got fired for smuggling things out of her work lab. She moved here because apparently she was getting ‘weird readings’”
“Let’s go to the basement and see what’s there,”
I hesitate, but decide to follow Jace since this seems to be the layout of his house. We go down a staircase and through a kitchen. Once we are in the living room he opens a door and we see flashes of light coming from the basement. We can’t see what it’s coming from since there’s a landing, and the basement is behind a wall.
“You’re going down first, Jace,” I say
“You’re the one who’s really good at threatening people! You go first.”
“I’m also the one with a lamp. And I don’t think demi particles are going to stop if I threaten them with a lamp. Go.”
“Fine,” He says, and walks down the stairs.
I follow behind him, and as we walk down the stairs we start to hear a loud buzzing noise. When we finally got down, I saw what was causing the noise and lights.
The walls are covered in complicated circuits with wires all connecting to a small box in the center. It’s all black, but there’s lights dancing on the surface and it’s shifting and changing size.
Now that I look around, I realize that the whole room is changing and whirling around us.
“My dad tried to teach me about this stuff. I didn’t care, but I did learn enough to know that that box is not supposed to be doing that,” Jace yells
“What is it?” I ask
“The demi particles, I think. We need to get them disconnected and isolated,”
“Lets just burn the whole house down,” I suggest, “We’ll destroy everything so it’ll stop, right?”
“No, we can’t burn the house down! That’ll release it into the rest of the world. We have to isolate it. He kept it in a Faraday cage when he wasn’t using it,” He starts looking around the shifting room. I have absolutely no idea what he’s doing, but his dad seems to have told him way more than my mom told me about this stuff.
I go over to the demi particles and look closer at it. It starts moving more violently and spitting out bits of electricity, breaking some of the circuits on the wall.
I jump away, “Jace, you got that faraday thingy yet? It’s kinda going crazy!”
He comes back over with a wire cage about a foot tall and wide. He quickly disconnects the wires from the demi particles and puts it in the faraday cage.
And just as fast as it started, it stops. The world stops moving. It’s calm and quiet, just as it’s supposed to be. After a long pause, I look over at him.
“You’re still here,” I say, confused, “Shouldn’t you go back? Now that the universes are separated?”
“I dunno,” he shrugs, “but I’m okay with being here. You can’t be too terrible, right?”
“That’s for you to judge, I guess. You’re stuck here now, so you better get used to me. Let’s go back upstairs and figure out what happened to the rest of the house,”
So we walk upstairs and look around. But the house hasn’t gone back to what it was before the demi particles got out of hand. It’s the same mix between our two houses.
“Paige, I think we’re both stuck in some parallel dimension,” Jace says after a while of looking around, “I’m not sure though. My dad never really said anything about this happening,”.
“I mean, the house seems nice enough. Let’s look around outside,” I suggest
He yawns, “it’s like 2:00 am, Paige. Let’s go to sleep,”
“Okay. Well look around tomorrow then,”
He mutters a quick “Yeah,” and walks back to his room.
I contemplate going outside by myself to look around, but decide to go to bed. The adrenaline is finally going down and I realize just how tired I really am. So I go to my room, lay down, and promptly fall asleep.