An Uninvited Guest

This is from a prompt in True Crime, Horror Story & Dark Poetry which you can read here and maybe submit your own story.

What is a guest? A guest is someone you give an invitation to, to come to your home or other social meeting place, so the concept of an uninvited guest is an oxymoron. If you didn’t invite them they are a gatecrasher or something similar.

So when there was a knock at your door late at night as you were drinking your hot chocolate and listening to Radio 4 you assumed it must be someone that you knew.

It wasn’t , but they asked if they could use your bathroom as they were absolutely desperate, you weren’t sure but were too tired to send them away, and wondered what they were doing, apparently on foot, so far from the village. Your house stood on its own but was close to the road, so easily accessible to anyone passing.

So you let them in and showed them the bathroom and expected them to be out in a few minutes. Thirty minutes later they came out and said they needed a bed for the night. You have a spare room but are very uncomfortable, but it was now pouring outside and you thought it would be a small act of kindness to let them stay, so you showed them the spare room.

You couldn’t really sleep and wondered if they had any toothpaste , soap, change of underwear with them. In the morning they were in the bathroom before you and when you went in they had used all your stuff, and were now in the kitchen making something.

When you were out of the bathroom they were on the settee with toast and coffee.

“Excuse me, I said you could have a bed for the night, now could you please be on your way”

“I like it here, so I am staying for a bit”

“No you are not, if you don’t go I will call the police”

“Please don’t, if you do that I will have nowhere to stay, so you won’t call the police will you?”

“I will, you have taken advantage of me, and you need to go now”

“I have your phone and your bag and identification, I look a bit like you, so when I kill you and call the police about this intruder that attacked me they are not going to question me are they”

You are scared now as the intruder is holding your biggest and best Sabatier knife.

They have everything they need to be you and you are the only problem they have. You can make a run for it but that gives them what they want. If you escape you can go to the police but if you stay they will certainly kill you and they won’t have to call the police. They have you over a barrel and you are really frightened.

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Three months on

There is someone in your house, but it’s not you. They look like you and talk like you and when people call they tell them they have lost weight and they are looking good and call them by your name.

Your body is in a shallow grave in the woods behind your house, with multiple stab wounds from when they caught you as you slipped out the back door to escape. Your body is buried where you finally fell and that garden spade finally got some use.