10-minute prompt: Fairies, Castle
The group of us lived in the castle for one week before I noticed something strange. I was climbing the stairs from the kitchen, and I heard footsteps behind me. They were too light to be anyone else’s, maybe even too light to be the cat’s, so I picked up my pace until I reached the top of the spiral staircase. I stumbled into the flickering lamplight, and turned around sharply to see what was following me.
It got closer and closer, each step carrying more and more weight with it, until I swore it was a human, sprinting as fast as they possibly could right up until they reached the top step. There was nothing there. I couldn’t bring myself to check, or even say anything more than, “Hello? No, okay, I’m going.” Whatever it was standing there took heavy breaths, and did not follow me any further as I ran away.
I tried to warn the others of these strange monsters in our home, but they didn’t listen.
That is until everyone started sharing similar stories. A silver plate reflected a baby’s smiling face. Tiny footsteps running along the ceiling, rattling glasses, a court of banter coming from the dining room down the hall. It didn’t take us long for us to realize the danger we’d signed up for. In fact, we should have realized sooner. We were in the Irish countryside, after all. We were living in the middle of a fairy court.