I haven’t been sleeping well for some time. It started around the time my grandfather passed away, my grandmother had passed nearly a year before, and he hadn’t been doing too well. They were my mother’s parents, she, being the responsible one in their family, decided we needed to clean out my grandparents’ house and garage. It took us nearly three days to clean out basically everything. Just a few things here and there left, mostly larger things like the bed and dresser.
I had been put in charge of moving the remaining things outside while my parents to a load of stuff to the local donation store with my sister. I just had to move a few of the big things outside using our dolly.
I had moved the dresser and a bookcase and had gone back in for the old armoire. I barely moved it when I heard something hit the ground, and thought I must have broken something off it. I looked and saw a black book laying on the floor. I ignored it and took the armoire outside.
It was 2:32 on my digital watch, my parents wouldn’t be back for another half hour or so. I got some water, and went to the bathroom, before walking into my grandparent’s room which was now empty, except for the black book. I went over and picked it up, it was such an odd book. It was kind of dusty but it had no title on it, or any words of any kind on it for that matter. It wasn’t old either looked like a newer book, the edges and corners looked like it had never been used basically.
I opened it up. Nothing. I turned a few pages, still all blank. I began flipping through them until I got to the end, all of them blank.
What the hell. Maybe I opened it the wrong way, or something?
A weird notion, but I flipped it over and rotated it to the right direction and opened it again, this time somewhere in the middle. Nothing, nothing but blank pages. I turned a page and saw where one or two had been ripped out, I ran my finger along the tattered edge.
This wasn’t here before, was it? Maybe I missed it, I was just flipping through them, I thought to myself.
I got a sick feeling all of a sudden, like I was somewhere I shouldn’t be, doing something I shouldn’t be. I looked up—
“Holy shit,” I let out, while stumbling backwards.
“Hey!” Shouted my mother, “Watch your language.”
“How are you—”, I cut off, looking at my watch to see it was 3:07, before finishing my sentence. “Back?”
“You did a great job getting those out of here,” my dad added from the living room.
“Did you hear what he just said, Henry?” My mom left the room and began having a conversation with my dad. I was still looking at my watch in disbelief, trying to piece everything together in my mind.
How is this possible? I mean I lost like a half hour. What the, this isn’t possible. I must have passed out or something, but I don’t remember passing out—
“Whatcha reading baby bro?” Inquired my sister, snatching the book out of my hands. She began flipping through the book, “There’s nothing in here. Must be one of grandmas old sketch books.”
“But its looks brand new,” I stammered out still not in my right mind.
Yeah grandma was an artist, she had a bunch of sketches and sketch books.
“Meh, whatever,” she said handing the book back to me. “You like doodling, you could use it then. Come on lets go.”
I stood there for a minute holding the book, the weird, empty, plain black book. I quickly left the room following my sister outside, to our truck where my parents were loading the dresser and armoire into the back of it.
“Did you lock the door to the house?” My mom asked as I was opening the back door of the truck.
“No.” I said, setting the book on the seat and running back to lock the door. I got that feeling again as I locked the door, like I shouldn’t be there. I sprinted back to the truck and hopped in.
We stopped by a fast food joint, before heading home. We were all pretty tired once we got home, I got on my laptop to watch some YouTube, while my parents went to bed, and my sister Face Timed her friend from college.
I eventually got tired, so I hopped in the shower before going to bed. Got out, dried off, and put on some PJs before climbing into bed. Not sure when I did, but I fell asleep.
I don’t remember my dream, or nightmare, but I woke up in a cold sweat, my clock read 12:22, and I was unusually thirsty. I walked down to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. It hit me like a ton of bricks, that feeling of something being wrong. I felt panicky, I flipped the lights on and checked all the doors to make sure they were locked. They were, and I felt safe and calm again. I turned the lights off and headed back to bed.
The sensor light came on out front, the one above our garage. I quickly made my way over to the window and pulled a blind down and peered outside. I saw a fleeting figure disappear from my view around the other side of the house.
What the hell was that?! Is someone trying to break into our house?
I ran to the back door, which was a sliding glass door with vertical blinds and checked the lock again. I flipped the switches next to the door and flooded the backyard with light. Nothing out there. I stared for a while to make sure. I reached to turn the lights off, but froze. Something out of the corner of my eye moved. A dark figure at the edge of the light. I turned my head to look at it better. It cocked its head to the side. I stared for a while, unflinchingly rigid, trying to make out any features on this thing.
Can it…see me? No its too dark in here, there is no way it can—where’d it go?!
I moved my eyes off it for less than a second and it was gone. I scanned the backyard frantically, nothing twitched outside.
“Jesus Christ!” I screamed, jumping out of my skin, as my sister touched my shoulder.
“Dude, shut the hell up,” she chided me quietly. “Other people do sleep you know.”
“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” I whispered trying to keep my heart from bursting through my chest. “Like what the hell!”
“What are you doing up anyway?” She asked turning on the light.
“Umm…,” I muttered, trying to figure out how to explain I was up because I saw something outside, that got from the front yard to the opposite edge of the backyard faster than I could get to the back door and turn on the light without me seeing it, and then suddenly vanish. “I needed a drink.”
“What were you doing by the back door?”
“Thought I heard a cat?”
“Are you asking me if you heard a cat?”
“No, I’m just not sure if it was a cat.”
“Mmkay, whatever nerd. I’m going back to bed.”
“Yeah! Yeah me too.”
I followed my sister out of the room, she went upstairs and I to the basement. I didn’t fall asleep until sometime after two o’clock, thoughts racing through my mind trying to figure out what I saw.
Was it a person, if it was they looked really unnatural? If not what was it? Could it see me? No, of course it couldn’t…could it? I woke up to screams.
My sister had come into my room, and instead of being polite and waking me up like a regular human, decided to scream like she was being chased by a murderer. I jumped out of bed looking for the reason of her screaming, frantically searching the room. She laughed as she left my room.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
“Bitch,” she replied.
I could smell the bacon as soon as I hit the hall, so hurried upstairs to where my parents were cooking breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, orange juice, the whole works.
Like am I missing something
I must have had a confused look on my face, because my mom said, “really you don’t know what day it is?”
“Nope,” I shot her a look of apologetic guilt. “Your birthday?”
“No, dumbass. It’s yours,” my sister said plainly. “Like how do you forget your own birthday?”
“Hailey, Language!” Exclaimed my mom holding a whisk, dripping with pancake batter, like a lethal weapon.
“Be nice to your brother, Hailey,” my dad chimed in.
“Oh…yeah, it is,” I said with less enthusiasm than a dead snail.
For four years now, ever since my 15th birthday, I haven’t really liked celebrating things. Easter kind of sucks, Christmas is somewhat tolerable, and my birthday (hooray I am one year older) I don’t particularly care for it anymore. I do however love me some birthday breakfast, and Halloween is pretty great too. My parents knew, I’ve told them multiple times, they don’t get me any presents really, just socks and underwear. The essentials you know.
I sat down at the table poured some orange juice, while my mother brought plates of scrambled eggs, bacon slices, and pancakes over. My dad was cooking sausage and hash browns, and my sister was on her phone. We made small chit chat while waiting for the rest of the food, said Grace, and ate. I finished first, rinsed my dish and headed downstairs for some gaming.
“You hungry?” Asked my mom, knocking on my door before she entered.
It was about noon, just four hours ago we had had a huge breakfast, a near three course meal. I looked at her like she was crazy, “of course I’m hungry mom! What do you think I am some normal person?”
She smiled and chuckled a little, I smiled back. She asked “Whatcha want?”
“Want me to come fix it?” I responded.
“No its your birthday, I’ll fix it just tell me what you want.”
“Your best sandwich.”
“What kind?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
My door had only been closed a few seconds when in came my dad. He had one arm full of stuff, leaning back so it all didn’t fall while he used his other hand to grab and toss things.
“Where do you want this?” He asked, rummaging through his armload.
I turned my head to see him holding the black book. I froze, reliving everything that had happened the day before, and what had happened earlier that morning.
"Just, uh, right there." I said pointing to the edge of my bed. My dad dropped it and shuffled out of the room almost losing some of the junk. I set my controller down and went over to examine the book again. I picked it up and just held it for a minute, then checked the clock. 12:22. I chuckled to myself remembering the time I woke up last night. I opened the book to the ripped pages again, and ran my fingers across the tattered edges again, watching the clock the entire time. 12:23.
Hmmm....I thought for sure something would happen, maybe I imagined everything yesterday? I didn't get that feeling again either.
My mom walked in and handed me a plate with a large sandwich and some chips, Doritos my favorite. I took the sandwich and set it down on my desk, I opened the book as well, waiting for that same feeling of anxiety to hit me.
"Bring the plate up when you come for dinner," she said as she left, shutting the door behind her.
The feeling of doing something I shouldn't never came, and I took a bite of my sandwich. So it may appear that I am a loner and secluded in a basement, but I have friends, and that’s what I do. I work for my local paper, I draw cartoons, funny, sad, and everything in between. Now I'm not just a cartoonist I have drawings of many real things all over my walls. I'm going to art school once summer is over, develop my talents, and make this my career.
I decided to sketch the head of a new character I'd been working on, based somewhat on me. I began sketching the outline of the head, I started with the eyes, then the nose, and down to the mouth. I gave him a butt chin, I don't have one but I thought it would look good. His hair was all scraggly and a bit long, he was an artist like me after all, who was also a super villain. He drew comics of him beating superheroes because he never could. The concept of this guy always made me laugh.
"Dinner's ready nerd," announced my sister through my door.
"What?" I let out audibly confused.
"D-I-N-N-E-R, food, eat, you," she responded condescendingly.
I spun around to look at the time, and my heart sank into my stomach. It happened again. It was 6:18. I just lost nearly six hours, drawing a picture that took about five minutes. It was impossible. Suddenly I felt like someone was behind me, I turned expecting to see my sister. No one was there. Another sick feeling hit me like I was being watched. My gaze back to my book, the face not how I remember drawing it, was sad and empty looking. The characters face seemed devoid of any emotion like I was looking at someone who had their whole life suddenly taken away.
"You coming or not?" My sister asked me, flinging open my door.
"Yeah, I just, uh, need to...," I stammered, not completely able to form coherent thoughts or sentences.
"Just hurry up, okay, I'm hungry, thanks, bye," she cut in, shutting my doors and bounding up the stairs.
No way, no way, no way!
There was no way I could have lost six hours. I shut the book, put my pencil on top. My sandwich still there one bite of it taken out. Deciding I better scarf it down, I bit into it, the bread dry on the outside saturated with moisture on the inside, it was gross, and so I just threw it away. I dumped the Doritos into a bowl, and ran upstairs.
My family was mid prayer, so I just stood at the top of the stairs until they finished. We ate beefaroni, homemade, while my parents and sister talked and laughed. I sat there quietly, throwing in nods and smiles occasionally.
"What's wrong?" My mom inquired because of my silence.
"Nothing, just not feeling to well," I responded taking a small bite of my food. "Just want to go to bed, you know?"
"Do you want me to put your food in the refrigerator?" My dad asked, looking at me worriedly.
"Yeah, that'd be great," I said with little enthusiasm, then left to my room. I really didn't feel well, I mean who would after losing six hours suddenly. I was sick to my stomach, my mind was racing. I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling, watching my fan turn trying to make sense of what was going on. There was a man carrying something into a dungeon, or down a stone staircase it was dark, I was behind him. We reached the bottom, I was carrying a torch. He set a large wooden box on a table in front of him. I felt it pierce me, something sharp I looked down, a blade or something. My vision fading. A scream, but not a human one, it pierced my ears. I fell backwards.
I woke with a start, sweat flowing from my face. I looked at the clock, 2:33. The dream so real, so very real. I felt my chest where the object would have pierced me, nothing, just the rapid beating of my heart.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump
I got up to go get a drink. I flipped on the light, grabbed a glass from the cupboard, and filled it at the sink, déjà vu almost. Filled the cup again and went to check the locks as I had the night before. Garage door, locked. Sliding back door, locked. I took a drink as I reached the front door, locked too. Returning to the kitchen I hit the lights, and headed downstairs.
The sensor light came on again, I chuckled.
Déjà vu for real.
I pulled a single blind down again. Water hit my leg as my cup ricocheted off the floor. My heart pounded in my chest. It was there, whatever I had seen last night. Head cocked to the side, standing still in the middle of our driveway.
It can see me.
I stood there staring at this figure, frozen with fear. It was so thin looking, humanoid in shape but not fully human. Its shoulders sloped sharply and I didn't really see any hands, nor legs. There was no facially features either really or neck, I squinted looking closer, I realized it was in some hooded robe. Greyish in color and long hanging loosely on this, this thing. It was motionless as well, nothing on it so much as fluttered on it.
The sensor light went off. I let out an audible gasp, still not moving, hoping my eyes would adjust to the darkness. There was not much moonlight so I couldn't see anything. I thought maybe the porch light would be enough to reach over to where I had last saw the figure. Without shifting my gaze, I reached for the light switch.
Oh shit, shit, shit!
I hit the wrong one as the light illuminated our front room, blinding me in the process. I whipped my head to the switch plate, flipping the front room off and the porch light on simultaneously. The sensor light was back on now. No figure.
Oh my god! Where the fu—.
I heard it faintly at first, something scratching at the glass door. I went into sneak mode, crouching and quickly shuffling into the kitchen. It grew louder. I spider crawled to behind the table, and peered over it towards the glass. It became faster, like something was scratching an unreachable itch. Silence.
Is it gone? I've got to check....Maybe it's still there, maybe I can see its face. I to myself thought stupidly.
A few moments past and still nothing. I improvised a plan, the vertical blinds were completely still. I made a sudden move, sliding over to the wall with the switch plate on it. Pressing my back against the wall, I slid up into a standing position. The blinds were now slightly swinging from the disruption in the air I created. I waited until they were still before continuing with my plan.
You got this...Just go, just flip the switch and look out the window. Just go! Now! One! Two! Three! I was thought trying to psych myself up.
Everything that happened next felt in slow motion. I flipped the switch, pulled back the first blind, and looked outside all at once. I can't really explain what I felt, cold and terrified, sick and powerless, would be the closest thing. My heart seemed to stop beating. It was there touching the glass at about my eye level. With two fingers, they weren't fingers, but they were where fingers should have been. My eyes shifted to where a face would be, but there was nothing, nothing I could make out, just a darkened area underneath the hood. Its head jerked to me, and it made a short screech, then the light bulb outside exploded. I was in complete darkness again.
The kitchen light came on, and everything I felt seemed to vanish suddenly, I felt the blood drain from my face, and I began to shake. I slowly turned around to see my dad. His expression took a rapid change from slight annoyance to worry. He rushed over to me, pulling a chair out, and sitting me down.
"What’s going on? Are you okay?" He started barraging me with questions, then gave me a quick look of 'I'll be right back', and left the room. I was pretty sure I was in shock. I couldn't move, I just sat there shaking, relieving what I had just seen over and over.
"Oh my god, what happened?" My mother exclaimed running into the kitchen, still looking half asleep. My dad was just a step behind carrying a blanket that he threw around me.
"I-I...then t-t-there was...and then it w-was," I sputtered out completely incoherent. In my head I was still only focused on what I saw. My mom looked at me with complete empathy before gathering me in her arms and I began sobbing.
It felt like an eternity I just sat there crying, shaking, and taking labored breaths.
"What the hell," exclaimed my dad? My mom looked up and I could feel her jaw drop on my shoulder.
Is it still there?! I suddenly thought.
Adrenaline gripped me once again as I sprang upright to look at the glass pane. There was something etched there, and a dark liquid running down the outside of the pane. I couldn't quite make out what it was through my tear-blurred eyes. "I-Is that—," my mother began.
"Blood?" Interjected my dad. Closing the blinds he turned to face us. I could easily see the terror on his face, "I think so."
I woke up on the sofa in our front room. My body ached, as if I had been doing some intense endurance training. I heard voices from the other room that I hadn't heard before.
"Do you think he saw something?" Asked a male voice.
"I don't know maybe?" My mother responded, "he was in shock from what I could tell, shaking uncontrollably, barely responsive."
"We would just need to ask a few questions," came another male voice. "We will stop if it begins to upset him."
There was a brief pause in talking. "I'll get him," said my father, and I heard him make his way towards the front room. I got to my feet, a blanket still wrapped around me and wiped the grogginess from my eyes.
"Hey," my dad said looking a little shocked I was up. He sighed before asking quietly, "Do you remember anything from last night?"
I just stared at him for a few moments, visualizing what I had seen again. I looked him in the eyes and simply nodded. He led me into the kitchen where I saw two police officers standing by the glass door. They turned as they heard us enter.
"This is Officer Daniels and Officer Phillips," my mom introduced them and I shook their hands.
"Hello, Daren," said Officer Phillips, I recognized him as the first voice. He continued, "We just have some standard questions for you."
I nodded and began to speak, but all that came out was this weird squeal. I cleared my throat and gave it another attempt, "I know."
"Okay," began Officer Daniels. He pulled out a pad and paper, “Did you see anything last night?"
"I..." I started, compiling all of the information I could remember, "It started two nights ago, not just last night."
My mom shot me a look of confusion.
"What did?" Officer Phillips asked quickly.
They are going to think I'm crazy, or a liar, or just—
"You okay?" My dad inquired. I must have paused too long.
"Whatever happened last night," I started saying as I looked Officer Phillips in the eyes. Officer Daniels had a puzzled expression on his face, but looked down and wrote something on his paper as I continued, "I got up to get a drink and was on my way to bed when the sensor light came on."
"Above the garage?" asked Officer Daniels not looking up from his notepad.
"Yes, I thought I saw someone going around the house so I ran to the sliding glass door here," I pointed to the door. "I flipped on the back porch light and looked out over the yard. That's when I saw it."
"It?"
"I don't know what it was, so yeah 'it'," I made air quotations and Officer Phillips chuckled. I moved around the officers and pointed outside, where there was a man I ignored taking pictures, "It was over there. It didn't move, like at all, and I mean at all."
"That was Thursday night correct?" Officer Daniels asked.
"Yes sir," I responded as I heard him go back to scribbling.
"So what happened last night?" Officer Phillips asked, hopeful for me to continue.
I didn't respond immediately. Partially because I was still freaked out about what I had seen, and partially because I couldn't explain it. My mom walked over behind me and put an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. She whispered, “You’re doing great!"
"I was up for a glass of water again, déjà vu, when the sensor light came on again, double déjà vu," I said smiling to myself. "It was out on the driveway, head cocked to the right again."
"Again?" interjected Officer Daniels sounding confused.
"Oh, yeah its head was cocked to the right on Thursday too," I added quickly, he scribbled something again.
"It stood so still again, I thought maybe it was some statue, like someone was pranking us," I kind of zoned out thinking about everything again and was basically just saying whatever popped into my head. "It stood so still that the sensor light turned off again. I tried to turn on the front porch light, but accidentally hit the front room light and blinded myself. In the second it took to look back to the driveway the light was on and it was gone."
Maybe there are two of them or something, there is no way it could move that fast. I thought to myself.
"That is when I heard scratching on the glass and snuck into the kitchen to see what was making the noise."
"Did you get a good look at it?" Officer Phillips asked, cutting me off from continuing my story.
"It was really thin, like half a person thin," I said turning my head to look at him. "It was some kind of humanoid, but not human. Its shoulders sloped sharply and it was wearing some sort of greyish robe."
"Like a hoodie?" Officer Phillips asked again.
"No like a full body robe, and its finger were like, I don't know, just not normal," I was making hand gestures while I was talking now. I turned and pointed at the door before continuing, "Then I turned the light on and saw it for, like a split second, before the light exploded and its fingers were right th—."
This is the first time I had really gotten a good look at the etching on the window. It was a face, without eyes, and it looked in pain. Where there should have been eyes was just a ton of scratches, and from them was dried blood running down the whole glass pane. I had seen it before, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Oh my God. my mind was racing.
"Right where?" Asked Officer Phillips, stepping up beside me.
"I, uh... I, uh...," I fumble my words around. "I need to um... I need to go!"
I pushed past everyone and flew down the stairs. I ran over to my desk and grabbed the black book. I ripped it open to my sketch I had done yesterday. My mouth agape I stumbled backwards. It was the same as the one on the window, everything including the blood. There were two streaks of dried blood down my page. I picked up the book and ran my hand across blood, it was real. My door was nearly bust down, I slammed the book shut and wheeled around.
"Have you seen Hailey?" My mother was frantic and near tears. "Have you seen Hailey!"
I just stared at her blankly, and shook my head.
My sister was missing.
My mother ran back upstairs and I followed suit. Officer Daniels and Officer Phillips were with my father in my sister's room, discussing something I couldn't make out. My mom dashed up the stairs to her room two at a time and disappeared through her doorway. I walked into the kitchen, still carrying the black book, and began examining the glass door again.
It was oddly horrifying, it was almost as if I had done the etching myself. All of the tiny details I had put into the sketch were there in front of me, the scraggled hair and the butt chin, just there staring at me. He had a slight smile on his face which was still present now, although blood cut through the middle of it. I stared where his eyes should be, scratched out with pools of blood near the bottom of it, seeping down the glass pane.
I opened up the book again, to the page I'd drawn on. I studied it, looking from glass to book and back again, trying to find any difference at all. The only thing I could see was the blood in my picture filled the entire eyes, but on the glass pane it was only near bottom. I attributed that to the size difference, as the glass one was a bit larger than a regular persons head.
I looked at the glass again and there was someone there now on my back porch, the man with the camera. He turned around and saw me staring at him and seemed a little startled. I smile, because I was the one startling someone this time. He moved towards the door and attempted to open it, but it was locked. I unlocked it and let him in.
"Hi, I'm Aaron," said Aaron. He extended his hand and I shook it, staring somewhat blankly at him. He stood there for a moment and then said, "I just need to get a couple of pictures from this side, and I’m not in your way am I?"
I shook my head. He stepped in front of me, faced the glass door, and began snapping pictures.
"Hey, could I get one of those pictures after you develop them?" I asked.
"I don't think so, this is for documentation only," he responded, and then snapped a few more pictures.
"What if you just snapped one, you know, not for documentation?" I requested now.
"Well..."He looked me up and down for a moment. He looked at the glass, then snapped a picture. Smiling now as he turned he said, "okay I, took one not for documentation, just don't—"
He cut out looking behind me. The officers and my dad were making their way down the stairs, somewhat loudly.
"Don't tell them," he added quickly.
"Mr. Wall, good you that you are here," said Officer Daniels addressing Aaron as he entered the kitchen. "We need you go upstairs and take some photos of the daughters room."
"Is there another?" He said gesturing towards the glass, "Another one of, whatever that is, on her window?"
"No," responded Officer Phillips. "She is missing." Aaron looked at me, mouth open, and then at my dad.
"I'm so, so sorry I-I didn't know," he stuttered out.
I looked at my dad, he seemed okay on the surface but I knew him too well, I could see he was barely holding it together.
Why am I not freaking out? I suddenly thought, my sister is missing, it most likely has something to do with this book and whatever the hell those things are. I should be freaking out but I'm not. I actually feel really calm. Freakishly calm. Is there something wrong with me, am I in shock again? I looked at my arms and hands, I wasn't shaking. I could still talk clearly and plainly, no stutter or fluctuation. I looked up at my dad, who was staring at me, and his mouth moved.
"Will you?" My dad asked, snapping me back to reality.
"What?" I replied not knowing what my dad had just asked. Having just zoned out I must have looked really weird, because everyone in the room was staring at me.
"Will you take Mr. Wall upstairs to your sister's room?" He asked once again.
"I'm sure I could find it, sir." Aaron stated promptly.
"No," I said. I got an odd look from my father, "no, I can show you."
"Alright then, after you," Aaron said, gesturing towards the front room with a little smile on his face. As I passed my dad he gave a look of 'Thank you', and I nodded to him.
I had Aaron wait at the top of the stairs while I ran down and put the black book on my desk.
We entered my sister's room, Aaron on my heels. "Well, here we are," I said gesturing to the room.
"Thank you," he replied, and began snapping pictures.
I walked around looking at the stuff in my sister's room. It was surprisingly clean, there wasn't anything cluttering the floor, clothes in a hamper, everything seemed to be picked up and in its place. The only part of the room that was a mess was the bed. It looked like she had got out of bed to go to the bathroom and she would return soon.
I left the room and went down the hall into the bathroom. The lights off, door open, but I checked anyway. I flipped on the lights and looked around, the shower curtain was pulled shut. A shiver went down my spine, the curtain was never usually shut.
Could she really just be in there? I thought.
I reached out my hand to pull the curtain. Yanking it quickly to reveal nothing, no one. I breathed a sigh of relief.
At least I didn't see my sister dead, I chuckled in my head. I shuttered as the next thought came, or naked. I mean, I would have to see her everyday knowing she knows that I know what she looks like naked.
I went back to my sister's room, where Aaron was snapping away still. I went over to the desk in her room, reached down and grabbed my sister's diary. Turning it over in my hand looking at the design on the outer cover, a flowery tie dye pattern. I opened it up and flipped to the last written page. It was from yesterday:
Thursday June, 20th
Today was the nerd's birthday. He turned 19. He spent the majority of the day in his room and was super weird at dinner. I wish I didn't care about him so much, ha-ha, I love him though. I think he knows what he wants to do in his life. I don't. I worry I never will. I am scared of going back to college this year now that I am done with my generals. I don't know what I want to do, I simple don't.
I didn't really do much today. Face timed Jenny and watched a couple of movies. Other than that nothing really. The movies were Mean Girls and Sydney White. I always laugh at Mean Girls and Sydney White is always good to just watch. Anyways that was my day Diary. I always laugh when I write that it’s like me telling myself what I did like I have some sort of memory issue, haha.
"What are you doing?" Aaron said angrily.
"Just reading my sister's diary," still reading some of the posts. I looked at him with a smirk, "being a cliche younger brother, you know?"
"Just, put it down where it was," he replied with a little chuckle. I closed it and set it down nearest to where I think I had picked it up from. Aaron added, "Now please, don't touch anything else."
I nodded in agreement not to and perused the room some more. My sister had a window just above her bed, and I could see the lock was off so it was able to be open.
"Have you photographed the bed yet?" I inquired of Aaron. He looked over and nodded that he had.
I got up on my sister's bed and inspected the window. Several deep scratches near the bottom of the window, eerily similar to the ones on our sliding glass door. Looking closer I saw that there was some paint missing from the windowsill, along with several drops of blood. "Aaron!" I nearly shouted, not really looking up from the windowsill. "Up here, did you get up here?"
Aaron hopped up onto the bed looking at the windowsill. I pointed out the blood and the missing paint, then the scratches in the window. He began snapping as I looked down at the bed for any more signs of my sister. As well as her room being on the second floor of the house, the window was large enough to fit out of but, it was about four feet up from the bed. My sister is barely five and a half feet tall with heels on.
There is no way she could have made it out the window without first, making noise, and second, getting injured, I thought. I mean it’s only a 20 foot drop to the gravel down there.
I looked around the room to see if anything had been moved or disturbed. Something down beside her bed in the space between the mattress and the nightstand caught my eye. I hopped off the bed and got down on all fours. It was my sister's phone.
Oh, no. Oh God no, my mind started racing. I started to feel it now, sickness when something bad happens, worry and anxiety.
"Hey, uh, Aaron," I stammered.
"Yeah," he responded happily.
"I think my sister might have been taken."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, my sister usually has her phone with her at all times," I managed to choke out.
"And?" Aaron responded somewhat confused.
"And..." I was having a hard time speaking now, "and, here is her phone."
There on the ground, with a drop of blood on the screen, was my sister's phone, vibrating.
Incoming call from... Mom.
Submitted November 14, 2016 at 09:08AM by TheWriteKnight http://ift.tt/2fxpUZ1 nosleep
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