Demoni

8

After that, Mr. Forester connected the case to Malena Spiritoso's case, and we were on step closer to solving the entire case.

Mr. Forester and Tommy stayed the night. Mr. F said it was too dangerous for three kids under the age of eighteen to be left alone, but he understood the culture of my parents so he didn't threaten them.

It was 2:23 am, I heard the grandfather clock ring. I got out of bed and walked downstairs. Why would the clock go off at such a random time? I walked down the steps quietly, careful not to wake Mr. Forester and his grandson. I looked at the clock, it seemed to be in a good shape. You know when your eyes are closed, but you can tell someone turned on a light? Well that was what I felt. I turned around and faced the kitchen. "The light was flickering. I wasn't one of those dumb movie people, I left it alone and went back upstairs.

Since I had a queen sized bed and I didn't want Ralphie and Amelia sleeping alone, I let them sleep in my room. I creaked open the door and checked to make sure everyone was sleeping as they should be. Amelia was on her side of the bed, but Ralphie was gone. My eyes widened and I panted. I walked quickly into the bathroom, my parents room, and the guest room. Ralphie was nowhere to be found. "Ralph?" I whispered. I peaked into his room. He was standing besides his bedside table, staring at the edge of his bed. I looked over at where he was staring. There was an old man standing there. "Ralphie boy, isn't that your name?" The man whispered. "Ralphie?" He wouldn't answer, he just kept his mouth open in shock. I ran up to Ralph and picked him up. I pointed my finger at the man. "You stay away from my brother."

"I didn't know he could talk." Ralphie said as I walked out with him in my arms. "Hey," the man said. It seemed he had no face because it was shadowed by the hood of his black sweatshirt. I turned around slowly. "What?" I asked, holding Ralphie closer to me. "That wasn't very kind of you to say." He said. "I know it wasn't, but you will not take my family away from me. They're mine." His laugh was deep and dark. "No honey," the door slammed shut. So hard, the wall cracked. "He's not yours unless you wanna fight me for him." I turned around and tried to bust open the door. It didn't move an inch. I banged on the door. "Come on!" The man lit a Match. I saw what he was trying to do. I got on my knees and held Ralphies face in my hands. "Okay Ralphie," I said. "I'm going to go somewhere. I want you to tell mama and Amelia and Papa that I love them. Okay?" The man dropped the match, and the house burned to ash.

I woke up, it was 2:18. I could barely breathe. It was just a dream. Ralphie was getting up from The bed. "Ralphie, where are you going?" I asked. "I'm going to get Lambie." He replied. Ralphie had an obsession with This little stuffed goat. "No, no get back in bed." Ralphie shrugged and hopped back in. I had used the extra pillows to block the sides of the bed, and had Ralphie get in the middle. This time, I was more cautious over him and Amelia, I slept with one eye open.

It was about eight in the morning. I crawled out of bed, and secured Amelia and Ralph in the middle. I checked all the rooms and went downstairs. Tommy was in the kitchen make breakfast. "Hey Aleece." I smiled at him. "Hey tom." He smiled back. "I didn't know you cooked." I said. "I don't." I looked down at the plates. The bacon he cooked was burnt, and half a box of cereal was spilt all over the floor. I laughed at him. "Well your eggs look okay." "Those are pancakes, Lee." By this point the both of us were hysterically laughing. "What about I cook today?" I asked. He nodded through his chuckles.

Mr. Forester was already ready for work. "Well I have to go down to the police department, you two stay here and keep an eye on things." As he was about to walk out, he called "Call me of things get creepy, and stay out of trouble ." He's shut the door.

Me and him were sitting at the table eating breakfast. "What are your parents like?" He asked. "Oh, they're really strict." I said. "But, they let me do things normal parents wouldn't let their kids do." "Like what?" I shrugged. "I mean they won't let me go to the movies alone, but they'll let me drive around Main Street all day on my bike if I'm home by 8:30." He smiled. "What about yours?" He got up to put his plate in the sink. "Mine died in a car crash when I was 4." I immediately felt awful. "I'm so sorry." He gave me a tiny little picture. "See that guy in the middle?" He asked. I nodded. "That's my dad." It was the same picture on the sun visor in Mr. Foresters car. I handed the picture back to him."That's terrible, Tommy." He nodded. "But, maybe things would've changed if my parents didn't die." I glanced over at him. "Would things be better or worse?" I asked. "I don't know. I like to hope things would be worse so I don't feel like I missed anything. I like my life now. Maybe I would've never met you, and I'm glad I met you." I smiled at him. "I'm glad I met you too." We were about to kiss, and Amelia walked down the stairs.

"Aleece, Mrs. S took Ralphie." She said.