He was staring straight ahead at Jacob, but he knew for a fact that the kid hadn't had any time to climb underneath the bed. He slowly got back to his feet as the figure crawled out from beneath the bed. Which one was the real one? The boy on the bed, upon seeing the other Jacob burst into tears and started wailing.
Joe took the boy from the bed and held him in his arms. "How'd you know it was him?" the figure asked. "He's a five year old boy. Of course he'd cry when he saw something like you. What are you?" he asked trying to comfort the crying boy. The figure tilted it's head. "Guess," it hissed at him. Then before him it's figure turned into a woman that he'd never seen before.
He calmly made his way towards the door, but before he could reach it, it slammed shut. "I control this house and everything in it," the figure stated. He was struggling to keep calm. He took a few steps back towards the window and without thinking twice he kicked the window in and shoved the boy through. "Go back to your house!" he commanded. The kid didn't need to be told twice as he ran away crying.
Joe turned back around and jumped as he stood face to face with the figure, who had changed once more, this time into the form of an elderly woman. "What do you want?" Joe asked. "THIS IS MY HOUSE!!" the figure screamed. "Then I'll leave," he stated. "It's too late for that," it chanted.
He turned towards where the window had been, but there was just a solid wall. "Shit," he groaned. At least the door was still there. He ran towards it and kicked it down, making his way towards the front door. Right as he was about to reach it, the door vanished. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. He felt his chest tightening.
He reached for the nearest object, which was a coat stand and pointed it at the figure. "Are you a ghost?" he asked between breaths. "Maybe you aren't so dumb afterall," the ghost replied. He looked around the room, searching for a way to escape. Maybe he could smash through the wall.
He turned to where the door had been and kicked the wall. The door reappeared as it was kicked off the hinges. It had just been an illusion. He ran out to the front yard and turned around to see if he was being followed. The figure stood in the doorway, making no attempt to follow him. That was when he realized that it couldn't leave the house. He watched as the door rebuilt itself and the ghost calmly turned around, the door closing behind it.
He took a deep breath once more, his chest aching and then made his way to his neighbor's house.