Possessed House

Chapter 3

I lay in my bed reading one of my Gossip Girl magazine. There's no TV, no phone signal, no computer, to Internet, no nothing. I have to settle for reading. When I finish reading the magazine, I turn off my flashlight and go to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night. I flutter my eyes open and see Emma standing in the door way. Her long, dark ,brown hair covers her face. She is wearing a pink night gown that goes to her ankles, and has long sleeves.

"What are you doing, Emma?" I sit up in my bed.

"No!" She cries, and runs away.

"Emma?" I say and jump out of bed. I and run to the hall and I catch a glimpse of her run into her bedroom. I quickly run in to her room. "What's wrong?" I say as I walk into the room. I see Emma lying in her bed. "Emma?" I reach out my hand and shake her shoulder. She rolls over and blinks her eyes open.

"I don't want to get up." She says.

"You were just in my room." I say confused. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"No." She sits up and rubs her eyes.

"Just go back to bed." I walk back to my room trying to figure out what just happened. I know I saw her standing in my door way, or I saw "someone". No. Jamie, you didn't see a ghost! Stop it! Get it out of your head. I crawl back under the blankets on my bed and lay down. I stare out the window on the wall in front of me. I can see the willow tree perfectly out of my window. The branches aren't really moving much, the wind must have calmed down. I check the time on my phone, and it''s 4:53 am. I can see a perfect sliver of sun peaking over the hill.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I open my eyes the sun is halfway over the hill. I check my phone and it is 5:16 am. I decide to stay up and read another magazine. At about 5:30, I hear someone walking around in the hallway. I jump off the bed and go into the hallway, and I see Chad walking around with his phone in the air. He is wearing a pair of blue boxer shorts and a gray t-shirt.

"There's no signal." I say with my arms crossed.

"I noticed." Chad says. "I'm trying to contact my work."

"Well, I didn't find a signal 10 miles from here, so good luck." I say.

"What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't fall asleep."

"Same here." He says.

"Are you fixing the bathroom today?" I ask.

"Not today." He says.

"Then I guess I'm going to use the outhouse." I walk down the stairs and out the back door. I see an old outhouse a little ways out. When I get to it, I open up the door and go in. It smells horrible, like mold and mildew. After I use the outhouse, I walk back to the house and go to the kitchen. The walls are mint green and the floor is horizontal, dark, wood boards. An old fridge and stove are built into the counter and there is an old, white, double sink on the in the counter too. I see a blue fabric Walmart bag on the counter. I pull out a yellow box of Pop Tarts and take out a silver package of cherry  Pop Tarts. I sit down at the small table against the wall and open up the package. Some sprinkle fall onto the table. I break off bites to put in my mouth. By the time I'm done, I is about 6:15. There is no trashcan, so I shove the package into the blur bag. I go back to my room and change out of my purple shorts and blue tank top. I put on a gray t-shirt that says Bay City High School Volleyball, and I put on a pair of basketball shorts. They are black with little air holes in them. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and put on a black headband. I slip on my tennis shoes and grab my cosmetic bag. When I get bathroom, I brush my teeth. I grab the blue stick of deodorant and put it on the and I take the bag upstairs.

 When I come into the hall, Emma is standing by my mom's bedroom door.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I want mommy."

"Did you have a bad dream?" I ask her.

"Mhm." She nods her head.

"Do you want to get dressed and ready to move in more furniture?" I ask.

"No, I want mommy!" She starts to cry.

"Mommy is resting." I say and hug Emma.

"I want her!" She cries even harder.

"Why are you so upset?"

"I want mommy." Emma quiets down a little bit.

"Your a big girl, seven years old. Don't you want to move furniture?" I ask.

"Okay." She whimpers.

"Okay, go pick your outfit and bring your cosmetic bag." I watch Emma run to her room, holding her old bunny stuffy in her arms. She comes back with some clothes and her small cosmetic bag. "Lets go down stairs to the bathroom.