Missing Pages

Chapter 11: Gooey Gunk

It took a couple of minutes for us to come back to reality.

"So what was that, and why was it in my house?!" Carmen exclaimed.

"I'm not exactly sure what that thing was, but I do know that it was no where near human. To answer your second question, it's quite obvious why that creature came, and who sent that here," I explained.

"Umm, hello! I'm just plain old Carmen, not a 'straight A' genius!"

"It doesn't take rocket science to answer such a simple question," I sighed. "It's pretty clear that Y.W.N. sent that beast here to help steal Maya's journal."

"Oh. Well, what are we going to do if my parents come back? They're gonna kill me once they find out about this mess..." she spoke.

We were interrupted by her mother's loud, booming voice calling, "Carmen, honey, we're home!"

"What we do is clean," I replied. I motioned for her to follow me as we met her parents downstairs in the living room.

"Oh, hello Jasmine, dear! How's your family doing?" asked her mother.

"Good, good," I smiled.

"Hey girls," Carmen's dad spoke, "why is the basement door open...and what's this gooey stuff on the floor?"

"Oh, we were in the basement trying to fix the lights. They went out a couple of minutes ago," Carmen answered.

"They seem to be working now," said her mother as she pointed towards the now working living room light.

"Yes, but that doesn't explain this gunk in the floor."

"I guess we must've stepped in something in the basement... I'll clean it up for you guys," I told the family.

"No, Carmen can help you since she was also a part of the mess," her father insisted.

"No, it's mostly my fault. Believe me when I say that I had to literally drag your daughter down there with me!"

At that they chuckled, and then left me with the mop and floor cleaner.

"You couldn't think of anything better than that?" Carmen growled at me.

"Hold up, you wanted me to tell them about our encounter with that beast?! I didn't think so. Anyways, you were really scared to go in the basement," I said back.

She groaned in annoyance as she walked back up to her room.

***

Back at my house I was seated at my desk, deciding on what I would do next.

I wondered what was so special about that book. I knew that it was my grandmother's and all, but it was just a plain old diary. A personal place to write down your feelings.

I decided that it wouldn't hurt to take a peek inside of it since she had intended for me to have it.