For those of you who have already read Part One. Then here it is, part 2! Enjoy it.
You can find part one by clicking on this link >>> The Sirens Vacancy Part 1
By the next morning the harsh storm had blown itself over and the sun was shining bleakly through iron grey clouds. Thomas woke up with a jolt and rubbed his eyes. He had not had a very good night sleep, he kept being woken up by the storm that that had been raging all night.
He sat up intending upon washing and getting on his way again. He swung his legs off the bed and as his eye adjusted to the weak morning light, he gave a start and jumped out of bed. Someone else was in the room with him. A woman was stood just in the doorway carrying a tray. She was large with mismatched eyes and a strange lopsided smile. Her hair was short, wiry and she wore an odd hat, with what looked like a spider perched on top.
Shutting his eyes then opening them again a few times, just to check he wasn’t having some bizarre dream, he continued to stare at this rather odd looking woman who had clearly been standing there for a while.
‘Breakfast sir’ she said in a high raspy voice ‘I happened to be me ‘usbands wife, Mary, he told me we had a new visitor stayin… pleasure’ she walked forward and thrust the tray at him, on it was a tea pop and a broken mug. ‘Thank you’ Thomas said ‘I had no idea that you were in here… my name is Thomas I am only staying the night, I intend to be on my way soon’. She laughed wheezily ‘Oh don’t go without meetin’ everyone, I am sure my ‘usband will want to chat’.
‘No… thank you… but I really must be on my way… I am supposed to be seeking employment elsewhere’ he said, but the woman called Mary simply stared at him and then her face broke into a strange, lopsided smile.
‘So you’ll be down in a minute then sir, we’re in the dining room’ and she bustled out of the room. Completely perplexed he began to get ready, wondering how many other strange people he would encounter in the house that day.
He left the room and began walking down the stairs, peering around as he did so. He noticed the house seemed a lot bigger than it did when he arrived the night before. He also noticed the bizarre paintings that lined the walls, here and there he would stop and have a closer look. They seemed to depict the same family, each time a new generation added. They all had the same mismatched eyes and lopsided smiles, similar to the man he had met the night before. He guessed he must be some relative, and that this must be a family business got slightly downhill.
He began to walk again, his eyes taking in more and more of his surroundings. As he reached the third landing down, his feet squelched uncomfortably. Looking down he saw that the carpet was soaking wet and, peering down a corridor to the left, saw water seeping out from under the door of one of the rooms. He ran down the corridor feeling more and more water splashing under his feet and, reaching the door saw water spilling out from underneath. He started throwing his weight against it in an attempt to get it open. Eventually he managed to force the door open, a large flow of water drenched his legs and spilled out over the floor. He peered inside, a large metal tub sat in the centre of the room overflowing with water, the walls and the floor were soaked and all around the room pipes had been wrenched off and were spewing out more water on to the already soaking wet floor.
Thomas recoiled slightly and with a thrill of horror noticed a man sat inside the tub. He was quite unlike anyone he had seen before, he was large with long lank black hair, dripping wet, and his skin has a ghostly green tinge. He wore an old naval uniform and clutched a bottle in one of his large hands, but it wasn’t this that made Thomas so scared, it was his eyes. His eyes were milky white and sightless and he seemed to be muttering incoherently to himself.
He had no idea what to do, he was completely transfixed by this strange man and yet was held where he was, gripped by a fear he couldn’t quite explain.
‘I wouldn’t try and help him sir’ Thomas jumped a mile and span around. At the end of the corridor stood the Guvnor, he was staring at him with an odd expression again but this time he looked concerned almost pitying as well.
‘There is nothin’ you can do for him’ he said ‘you had best come this way sir’
‘But who is he? How is he like that?’ implored Thomas.
The Guvnor jerked his head wordlessly, turned and began to walk away, his walking stick making an odd squelching noise on the sodden carpet. Thomas slightly annoyed walked quickly to catch up with him and, as they began to walk down the stairs, the Guvnor stopped and turned to look up at him.
‘The capt’n is one of our oldest and dearest residents, he don’t take kindly to folk disturbin’ him like that’
‘I don’t understand, he was clearly in trouble, he needed our help, why is he like that?’
The Guvnors eyes suddenly became very narrow, he took one step up his face suddenly being thrown into sharp relief by the flickering candle.
‘I ask you again sir, do not meddle in the affairs of those in this house. Capt’n was merely resting’. Suddenly, and with an alarming speed, his manner changed ‘Now come sir, breakfast is ready, we’ve been waiting for you in the dining room, why you must be hungry after your journey’
He changed speed so quickly that Thomas barely had time to register and when he stomped away he shook himself and followed, trying to make sense of everything he had just seen.
They walked down into the large room at the front of the house that he had entered the previous night. They walked through one of the doors leading off the hall and into another room with a long dining table in the centre. This room was just as filthy and full of cobwebs as everywhere else in the house, the curtains were still drawn only letting in a thin sliver of light from the world outside.
All along the table sat a strange assortment of people all of whom seemed unaware of his arrival. They all had the same vacant expressions on their faces, the same green tinged faces and sunken eyes. A thin girl stood up, her dark hair was ruffled and wild looking, but her eyes stared ahead in the same blank, expressionless way. She carried a tray with an assortment of broken plates and cups which she started to place in front of each person.
Thomas walked around the table and sat down at a chair near the end of the table, feeling nervous. Suddenly another door opened, and Mary, the Guvnors wife, entered carrying a large bowl which she thrust into the centre of the table. She then started ladling a granite grey glutinous liquid into each of the bowls.
The liquid was a murky grey colour and lumpy in places. Out of politeness towards Mary and her husband he pulled the bowl forward thinking he would rather eat anything in the world other than this.
Tentatively he placed a spoon into the strange liquid and drank. Immediately he felt an ice cold chill hit his stomach and it seemed to spread to all of his extremities. He looked up, gasping for breath, and saw all the others seemed unperturbed by this strange concoction that they were drinking.
Mary looked over at him ‘anything wrong sir?’
‘No, thank you, I’m fine’ he said, placing the spoon back in the bowl automatically and taking another large tentative gulp of liquid. Immediately, ice filled his lungs spreading itself all throughout his body, hitting his stomach and chilling him to the bone.
Pains, pierced suddenly like a knife at his heart and he buckled, standing up his legs like jelly he attempted to walk away from the table but he couldn’t move.
Then a constricting sensation, as though he was being forced through a tube, overcame him. Struggling to draw breath he collapsed, just before he passed out he could see the Guvnor leaning over him his hand reaching out, as though to stroke the side of his head.
‘Sleep, sleep now, we’ll take care of you’ he whispered, and a horrible smile spread across his gaunt face. High, shrill, manic laughter filled the room spiralling around inside his head, and quite suddenly he passed out.
He woke up, as suddenly as he has passed out, in his bed. A wet towel fell off his head and he took in several deep breaths. How he got there he did not know, and why he felt so weak and feverish he again had no idea. One thing he did know for sure was that something was terribly wrong, the strange people living in this strange house in the middle of no-where. He had never felt so scared yet so curious in all of his life.
He had left his home in London, to seek employment elsewhere. He had never imaged in the entire world that he would find himself so far away from in such an odd place.
Why didn’t he leave? What was holding him back? What stopped him from turning tail and running away? He had to find the question to all these answers, at what cost he did not know but he knew one way or another that he would find out.
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