Demoni

10

It was around 9:00 at night, before Mr. F had arrived at home. Amelia and Ralph were both in my bed, sleeping as they had been for the past hour. I was about to go up the stairs, but Tommy called my name. "What?" I whispered, walking slowly over to the kitchen. I couldn't see his face, he was turned around looking at the cellar door. "Go and wake Amelia and Ralphie up." I didn't even ask why, I ran up the steps and into my room. "Ralph, Mel.... Up now." Amelia yawned and whined. She crawled out of bed and rubbed her eye with her fist. "Where's mama and papa?" She asked tiredly. I picked Ralphie up and grabbed her hand. "They won't be home for another-" I was cut off by the sound of Tommy scream.

I ran down the stairs. "Tom?!" I called. No reply. I paced around the kitchen. "Tom?" I was about to leave to go check another room, when I saw the cellar door slowly creak open. I took a breath, and looked down into the darkness. I knew that Tommy would do the same for me. I walked down the steps, and grabbed the flashlight. I flicked it on and shined around the room. It was dead silent, I wanted to go back upstairs. I just couldn't, tommy was down there, I know he was.

"Tom?" I called, shining the flashlight all around. I heard a loud bang that came from the other side of the room. "Hello?" I said walking over to the other section of the basement. I turned the corner. Tommy was hanging by his hands. His wrists were tied together by a thick rope dangling from the ceiling. His mouth was covered by a bandana. I put the flashlight down and ran over to him.

I pulled down the bandana over his mouth. "Who did this to you?" I asked nervously. "Aleece, get out of here. You're going to get hurt." He replied. "Tommy, I'm not leaving you here." He hesitated. "Aleece, please." I untied on of his hands, and worked on the other knot. "Tommy, you would do the same thing for me." He pushed his lips together and then reached his hand over my shoulder. "Aleece, go upstairs please. Just get out of the house with Amelia and Ralphie." I untied his other hand. "Too late now, you're already untied." He smiled at me and grabbed my hand to lead me up the steps. It was the first time the door had stayed open for us.

Tommy carried Amelia to the door while I carried Ralph. We'd finally get out of here. Just finally go back home, we ran to the front door. It slammed right in our face. The lights flickered. On the other side of the room, was the kitchen. There was a lady, with make up running down her face. She smiled creepily, and pulled a knife from behind her back. My eyes widened. "No way. " I said. I took the lamp on the coffee table, and smashed open the window. I made a bigger opening in the center by punching the rest of the glass out. "Aleece get out of here." Tommy said. I picked Amelia up and placed her outside of the window. "Don't you dare ever say that again, I'm not leaving you alone. It's dumb, there's no use to leave you alone." I picked up Ralphie and passed him out the window to Amelia. After a long pause, Tommy finally spoke. "I love you Aleece." The woman was getting closer. "I love you too." I grabbed his shaking hand, and started to walk out of the window. Something pulled my hair back, and threw me all theway across the room. "Aleece!" Tommy screamed running over to me.

I felt that scorching hot hand grab my ankle. It dragged me backwards. I barely had enough time to stick my nails in the floor boards. It tried to drag me into the basement, but I grabbed hold of the wall. Tommy dove on the floor and tried to grab me, but the hands were to strong. I heard a car pull up, it must be Mr. Forester. My mind was hoping it was.

Being pulled down the stairs hurt like hell. You bump your chin on every step, and your chest is continuously being thrown you can barely breathe. The force pulling you is even more painful than being dragged down the stairs. It's violent and makes your arms go completely numb. It throws you against walls and forces you to almost cough up your guts. I heard the front door swing open, and footsteps rush down the stairs. "Aleece!" It was Mr. F he was flipping out. His face was red and shocked.

Tommy pulled me from the hands grip, then him and Mr. Forester helped me walk up the steps. "Aleece, I'm do sorry. This is all my fault." Tommy said. I looked at him angrily. "Don't blame yourself for any of this." Mr. Forester had to keep me in the house. He didn't have much money, so he couldn't buy me anything. I was too young to live alone anyways. Mr. F lived in a one bedroom house with a bathroom and a kitchen. There was no couch. There was no choice.

"God if you're up there, you gotta help me through this night," I thought. "You gotta give me the strength to protect my family."