Unfamiliar Feet
I was 10 years old at the time and loved playing tricks. One of them was to hide under the study desk in my bedroom when I heard my parents come home.
One day when I heard their car pull up, I quickly ran up to my room to hide under the desk.
I was waiting to be discovered when I heard someone coming up the stairs. I was trying to not to giggle or burst out laughing.
Next thing I saw were feet walking towards the desk. Dad was nearly going to discover where I was. But he didn't say anything. Usually he would be calling my name.
Dad came towards me then stopped, turned around and walked out the room.
I kept still for another 5 minutes before coming out under the desk. I was quite upset that my dad didn't find me. Maybe he got fed up with the game I thought to myself. I didn't think much more of it and went to have shower.
Later at dinner, I casually remarked to my dad, "You didn't find my hiding place today, Dad."
"You has no idea I was under the desk huh?" I said.
"What are you talking about?," my dad asked. "I never went up to your room all day." he added.
I gulped. "But I saw you come right up to my desk then turn around and left the room".
"Son, I swear I never went into your room", my dad insisted.
I felt my blood run cold and I asked out loud "Who was it then?".
Since then I never played hide anymore. My parents would always find me watching television or doing homework downstairs.
Till today I don't know whose feet those were.
I have since moved out of my parents place but sometimes my mother will hear footsteps going into my room then fade away.
