Aunt's House (Short Story)

* I don't normally add renders for a short story, but I put in an extra 3. They are just "Visual Aid" if you will, to add something small to the story. 

I hope you will enjoy.

Story

Jake arrives at his aunt's house and walks up to the door. He knocks and waits for his aunt Stephanie to open the door. But he gets no response. Maybe she didn't hear him, he thinks. Jake knocks again and waits for her to open up.

Still no answer. "Aunt Stephanie?" he calls out, his voice echoing through the empty house. "She must be out somewhere," he says to himself, feeling a bit surprised that she wasn't here as expected.

Jake checks to see if the door is locked. To his surprise its open. He opens the door and lets himself in. Thinking he can just wait on the couch till she gets home. He makes his way towards the living room where he plans to patiently await her arrival. He knows that sitting on the sofa would be the most comfortable spot to spend time while waiting for her return.

After sitting down on the couch for a while, Jake became a bit bored. He got up and decided to give himself a self-tour of his aunts house. His aunt had purchased the house a while ago, but he had never seen the inside of the house before.

Walking down the hall, Jake saw many rooms, but upon passing one room. Something caught his attention. It was in his aunt's room on her bed side table.

The object looked suspiciously like the TV remote control from her living room. But as soon as Jake laid eyes on it, he knew it was something different. He reached out to lift this intriguing little gadget from the table top and held it in his hands. 

"What is this thing?" Jake wondered aloud, squinting at the unfamiliar buttons and symbols adorning the remote's front panel. There were no labels to identify each button's function, so he had no idea what they did.

However, curiosity piqued within him, and he found himself turning the remote over in his hands, examining it closely. "I wonder what this does," he mused, pressing a button near the top.

The moment he pressed the button, a surge of electricity coursed through Jake's fingertips, causing him to gasp loudly. Startled, he dropped the remote onto the bedside table with a thud. But something strange happened next. Suddenly, everything around him began to change.

He felt a falling sinking feeling, but he wasn't sinking or falling. The walls seemed to get larger and further away. the floor became vaster and vaster. Before he knew it he was standing but looking up and seeing under the bed at the same time. All this made Jake feel confused and dizzy at the same time.

The numbness crept all over his body. before he knew it. He was falling to the floor and passed out.

Aunt Stephanie arrives home and closes the door behind her. This loud boom startles Jake back to consciousness.

He sits up, rubbing his head, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Everything looks massive—the carpeted floor stretches endlessly beneath him, the bed side table towers overhead. The realization hits him; he's been shrunk!

He needs to find aunt Stephanie and get her attention. She is the only one that will know what to do. Jake gets up and starts making his way out of the bedroom and towards the living room.

At this moment, aunt Stephanie headed for the couch in her living room. She sat down on the couch and slid her tired feet out of her black flats, and put her feet up on the coffee table to rest her legs. After the morning she had and all the walking she did, she need a little break. She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through Social Media. She chuckled as she read comments on a post from last week.

Jake only now just entering the living room and already out of breathe. Hope and excitement filled his little body as he could see his aunt sitting on the couch from where he was standing. He would just have to cross the living room to get to her.

The distance between them seemed endless, yet he kept moving, undeterred by the overwhelming odds stacked against him. Every step he took was a victory, every millimetre gained was progress. As Jake got closer to his aunt, he was in awe at just how larger she was to him. Nothing could have prepared him for just how gigantic she was. While she was doing something as ordinary as sitting on the couch, she was god like to him.

Jake had now made it to is aunt's flats. Mesmerised at how large something as simple as a shoe was compared to his new size. He knew getting his aunt's attention would be no easy task. Climbing the couch was not an option for him. The smooth fabric of the couch gave very little for his hands to grab and grip onto. That's when it hit him. His best bet was to climb on top of his aunts flat and yell for her attention. From his perspective. that looked like it would get him closer to his aunt.

Jake climb his aunts shoe and made it to the top. When he stood up and got ready to yell for her attention. He was hit with a sour smell. IT was coming from the inside of his aunt's flats. Still getting used to his no size in the world, he had never imagined that he would be able to smell his aunts shoe by standing on it and just how strong the smell was at his size.

Being high up and standing on top of the shoe. Curiosity got the better of him, as he walked to the edge of the shoe and peered inside. The smell intensifying now, he was blown away at how big the inside of his aunt's shoe was. He certainly didn't wish to fall into this deep smelly cave. If he did, climbing out would be impossible as the walls of the shoe where so much taller than he was.

While Jake was distracted by the vast inside of his aunt's shoe. She was taking her legs off of the coffee table to put them on the ground and get more comfortable.

A dark shadow was cast over Jake, he looked up and saw the bottom of his aunts foot heading straight for him.

Not giving any thought about where she was placing her feet. she bumped her shoe. The very one Jake was standing on. With her one foot now halfway inside her flat, she found this position to be oddly comfortable. For Jake, this moment was anything but comfortable. The little bump was an earthquake for him. One that cause him to loose his footing, and if in slow motion. he began to fall over the edge and into the darkness of the shoe.

He landed with a thud, he laid there in pain and trying to catch his breath back after having his wind knocked out of him. As he laid there, the stench of sweaty feet overwhelmed him, and he gagged, struggling to catch his breath. The smell was everywhere, he couldn't escape it. It was as if his aunt was holding her shoe to his nose and forcing him to smell it.

He felt a thud and another one. He looked over and saw his aunt's huge toes mindlessly playing inside of the shoe. That's when the realised, his only chance would be to hit her foot ant try get her attention. He got up and started running towards them.

Every little thud from his aunt's toes shook the shoe like an earth quake. From above, Jake heard his aunt's phone ring and her answering it. She sounded surprised when she answered it. That's when he heard her say. "Oh shit, that's today. I completely forgot. Yeah sure I will be right over. I'm just going to put my shoes back on and I will be right out the door."

Those were the last words Jake wanted to hear. Struck with panic, he froze. He couldn't think and had no idea what to do next. His aunt sat up and started to shove her foot deeper into her flat. As soon as Jake saw her toes move, he was like a deer in the head lights. Her toes hit him before he even knew it. Struggling to hold onto anything, there was nothing. He had no grip and slipped down. He landed on the sole of the shoe and watched as his aunt's toes flew over him and then down onto him.

His aunt slipped on her other shoe and stood up. An unimaginable pressure was placed onto Jakes tiny body. He couldn't move at all. He just laid there trapped and now with his face pressed against the gap under his aunts toes. The smell was even worse as he had his noes pressed against his aunt's sweaty foot and the smell of the flat behind him.

Completely unaware of her nephew's trapped inside her flat and under her toes, she took a step and headed for the door. For Jake, every step she took squeezed the air out of his lungs and then released him as she lifted her foot up. This happed again and again. He was being squeezes mercilessly under his aunt's toes and this was only the beginning. Jake had no idea how much of this he could take or if he would ever see the outside of this shoe again and be returned to normal.

Stephine headed out the door and closed it behind her. she walked down her path way and down the street to meet up with her friend. She had no idea the horror that was happening inside of her shoe. The pain she was causing her nephew and the smell she was forcing him to smell. It would be a couple of hours before she wound be home and kick off her shoes again.

Amidst the crushing pressure and choking odour, Jake pushed himself to stay alert. Each time Aunt Stephanie lifted her foot, he quickly regained his breath, ready to endure another round of torture. He needed to survive until she returned, hoping that she would somehow notice his plight and rescue him.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling town streets. Stephanie continued to walk down the street, slowly disappearing from view.