Demoni

||

I felt the warmth of the sunlight flood through my dirty window. My back was achey from the new bed mama had got me. The legs were metal, and the part that held the mattress was steel. Although the mattress was soft and comfortable, I still felt pangs in my back. The grand father clock was out of my room. I climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. The tiles were absolutely freezing, as well as the whole bathroom. I pulled my hair out of my elastic and hopped into the shower. I heard the bathroom door creak open. "Aleece, I'm going to work. Watch over Ralphie and Amelia. Papa will be back in a half hour, the alarm is on." It was mama, and besides the fact that she had scared the crap out of me I was glad it was her and not a murderer. "Okay mama." She shut the door. I wiped the warm water out of my eyes and grabbed the shampoo. I scrubbed my scalp and washed out all of the soap. I reached for the bar soap and it slipped out from the middle of my hand and the shower shelf. I sighed and bent down to pick it up. As I pulled my self up from the shower floor, I caught a glance of a shadow of a man out of the corner of my eye. I looked back quickly and it was gone. I turned my head back to the side of the shower, and thought intently about the shadow.
I put on my robe, and walked out into my room. My clothes were out for me on my bed. I changed into them. Amelia usually brushes my hair because I'm either to lazy, or I can't reach the back of my head. "Amelia!" I called. No reply. "Mel?" Still, nothing. I grabbed my comb and walked down the hall to her room. The sheets were a mess, and her bed wasn't made. I sighed. "Mama told you to make your bed an hour ago!" I yelled. Still there was nothing. When she played tricks on me, she'd answer when I got mad or nervous. I heard a creak, the creak I had heard when I started to fill up my closet. The closet was behind me. I closed my eyes and stayed with my back to the doors. A slight giggle approached, but it wasn't my own. I turned around slow as the molasses mama used to put on our pancakes. I reached out my hand to the handle. Before I opened it, the closet swung open by itself.
Amelia screamed, and I jumped backwards. Amelia jumped out of the closet on top of me. I couldn't stop screaming, words couldn't explain how terrified I was. I panted and put my head back onto the floor. Amelia just laughed hysterically, I wanted to choke her to death. "You should have seen your face." I was still screaming. Papa ran up the stairs. "Aleece! Amelia!" He called solemnly. "We're fine papa. Just having some fun." Finally I stopped screaming. He started lecturing in Italian. "Non si sa come le ragazze ero nervoso? Tua madre sarebbe morta. Non urlare come quello nuovo in meno c'è lun'emergenza." "Sorry papa, it won't happen again." I apologized. "Non è meglio." He left the room, and went back downstairs. After a few minutes of dead silence, my sister started hysterically laughing again. I just made an irritated face, and lifted myself up. I went back into my room, and started to clean it up once again. My sisters chuckles could still be heard.
All of the pictures of the unknown family on the wall were in a box, that I'd have to put in the attic or basement. I didn't bother, I was scared speechless from my sisters "hilarious joke." I guess I'd put it down there the next day if mama or papa didn't do it for me.