MacBeth

Tom entered slowly his bedroom. He brought some tea in a small blue cup. The smell of lemon spread all over the place. He looked around and sat on his favorite armchair, which was standing next to his enormous bed. There was a big, white, fluffy blanket so Tom could cover his legs. He looked out the window. It was snowing and the wind was blowing hard. It was getting dark. Tom almost felt how cold it was outside. "It was a good idea with this tea"- he thought.

He had so many things on his mind now. He wanted to relax. The man looked onto a small calendar which was standing on the table under the window. It was Christmas Eve. The night during which everything could happen.

He tried to remember the last year. Everything what he did, people which he had met. Finally he looked at books on the shelf. He reached his hand for his favorite title: “Mac Beth”. It was his small ritual. Every time he wanted to feel better he read this book. He started to read first pages and did not felt when his eyes closed.

He heard a strange noise. Opened his eyes slowly and looked around. His book was on the floor. But he was all alone in his room. Then the noise repeated itself. It was something similar to the noise made by chains. “There must be someone in the house”- he whispered. Shaking a little, he stood up and walked to the door. He touched the handle. It was really cold. First he couldn’t turn it, but when he used more strength he finally managed to do it. He opened the door and leant out onto the corridor. It was really dark there, so he couldn’t see anything. Then for the second he thought that he saw a light. Like from the candle. “But that can’t be the truth”- now he was really scared.

Someone shut the door. He screamed. “Who is there?”- Tom asked. There was no answer. He thought for a while what should he do, and then he carefully approached to the stairs. It was so dark that he hardly saw the steps. He wanted to go to the corridor and turn on the light. When he was almost there he saw a little flame, like from the candle, on his right. The first thing that came up to his mind was to leave this house immediately, but after a couple of minutes, he went after the light. It was only a white spot in the darkness. It was really strange, as if there wasn’t any light in this house. But Tom remembered that everything worked properly just some hours ago.

The light vanished behind the door which led to the basement. But when he stopped in front of and tried to open them, he realized that they were closed. He was stunned. The fact was that he heard a noise behind them. Someone was walking. Tom tried again, and this time they opened easily. He felt cold air, as if someone didn’t shut the window there.

When he walked inside, he felt confused. He knew that this was the basement in his house, but the things there weren’t his. The room was full of strange clothes, old furniture covered with dust, books without titles. “Who brought this stuff here?”- he wondered. And then he saw it. An enormous painting on one of the walls. It was a portrait of a young lady, dressed in black gown, who was holding a small candle. She was looking straight at him. “It is weird. This woman looks exactly as my Lady Mac Beth, as I had imagined her while reading this great story” – he mumbled. He touched her face on the portrait, her eyes were wet. She was crying silently.

Suddenly he was blinded with some very bright light. He couldn’t see anything for a minute. When he stopped rubbing his eyes, he realized that he was again sitting in his armchair in his bedroom. The light was from the car which was driving next to the house. “What was it?”- Tom wondered. He stood up, and walked to the door. They were wide open. And the most important, there was light everywhere. He decided that he have to go to the basement and check if he was dreaming or this things really took place.

He hesitated in front of the basement. He took a deep breath, counted to ten and pushed the handle. There was no resistance. When he was inside, he looked around and saw that everything was ok. All things were put as they should be, as he left them some time ago. He couldn’t see any old books or clothes. He walked to the wall. There wasn’t any picture on it, but there was a mark as if some time ago something was there. He touched the wall. It was wet. He could see some drops, which were similar to tears. “But this is impossible!”- Tom almost shouted.

He stood there two more minutes and he stated that this wasn’t the truth, he must have been dreaming. Then he returned to his bedroom. Found the book which he was reading before. And again he was sitting in his comfortable armchair reading Mac Beth.