I woke up and looked at the clock on the bedside table, it flashed 12:00, obviously the power had been off. I didn’t go to bed until after 2am and apart from the flashing clock it was still pitch black in the house indicating I hadn’t slept that long. Then I heard it.
“Plop.” The sound of something dropping into water.
I knew it wasn’t coming from the bedroom en suite, it was too far away.
“Damn,” I thought, “One of those blasted kids,” we’d had a fight earlier in the day and they would remain blasted kids until we made up in the morning, “have left a tap dripping.”
Throwing the blankets back I slowly climbed out of bed with the intention of turning the forgotten tap off and going back to sleep. From where I was my first thought was the kitchen tap. It had probably been dripping since Danny did the dishes but hadn’t been noticed until now when it had filled a cup or bowl that had since been used.
Throwing on my dressing gown I stepped quietly out of the bedroom, not for fear of waking or disturbing anyone simply because I was tired and lethargic. I exited the bedroom and entered hallway. Walking past the kids bathroom and the laundry I was able to confirm my initial thoughts that the noise had not come from any of those rooms.
Continuing down the hallway taking slow, tired steps I could see the flashing of the oven clock which had also been reset when the power had been off.
Reaching the kitchen I immediately felt the cold tiles on the soles on my feet as I stepped from carpet to porcelain. It wasn’t quiet a shiver that ran up my spine but it was close. I stepped up to the kitchen sink and was reaching forward to grasp the tap and turn it off when I heard it again.
I instantly knew it wasn’t coming from in front of me, the sound had come from over on my left. Confused but not worried I turned left and looked over the bench towards where I knew the dinning table was.
I could see a dark silhouette sitting on the chair closest to the sliding door. My eyes tried hard to focus in the darkness, they tried even hard to convince me what they were seeing but my brain didn’t want to be convinced.
I stared for what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to a minute. I didn’t know what to think, but I had no intention of speaking. Then without warning the overhead florescent light began to flicker to life.
As the light came to life the figure was revealed. He was tall (I could tell he was tall, even from his sitting posture). He had dark black hair that fell past his shoulders. His was well built but it didn’t appear over built under that gorgeous silk shirt with the dragon emblazoned on it. He also worse blue jeans and a pair of expensive running shoes.
But the most curious thing was that between his feet sat a large bucket, a bucket obviously full of water, and every few seconds he would reach onto the table, grab a small rock from a pile he’d made and simply drop it from height into the water.
“Good morning.” I heard him say.
Confused even more than I had been minutes before I searched for the right words to utter. Are there even a correct set of words that suit such a situation? I couldn’t think of them so I just opened my mouth and waited to see what my brain let fly with.
“Ummm, hello, and what is your name? What are you doing in my house?”
“I’m here to help”
“Help with what?” I asked.
“Guess we’ll find that out later.”