Masked Evil

Silence

I didn't want to go in. I was already around fifteen minutes late, and my step mother would be furious. I slowly and unwillingly walk up the stairs and push the door open. All of the lights where off, including the alarm clock that were resting near the kitchen counter. This indicated that the power was out. I turn around to walk back outside to find my neighbors porch light on. So my house was the only one with the outage.

Fudge, I think as I made myself go back up the porch steps and threw the door open. My house was a decent sized house, although it was in a weird format. When you walk in the front door, you walk straight into the living room. Across from it laid the kitchen. Their sat all the normal kitchen appliances, but also an alarm clock for when my step mother wakes up in the middle if the night for a midnight snack, she would like to know what time it is.

If you make a 90 degree angle from the kitchen and living room, you'd see another hallway. To the left sat my room, next to it a bathroom. To the right of the hallway, laid my step mothers master bed room, and an office we used as a spare bedroom.

"Hello?" I shout. I could hear the echoes from my shout through the walls. I walk inside the house and check every room. The bed rooms were trashed, the living room couch was flipped upside down, and all the doors were flipped open or completely torn down. Lucky me, nobody was home.

After getting over the fact that I was alone, I decided to grab the tool kit under my step mother's bed and try to fix the power before dark. After another trip outside, I open the power box only to find the wires cut. Something was definitely wrong. Someone was definitely here before me, by the looks of it, I arrived at a much later time then the people that were here before me. And they clearly found, or wanted something we had. But as I thought I was safe, I duck tapped the wires back together.

Once the power was back on, I reentered my house and decided to make myself some eggs for dinner before I clean the entire house. I turn on the stove and grab the pan. I then turn to the fridge and open it, grab 3 eggs, and close the door. But a note caught my eye as the door was closing. It was the only thing on the fridge.

I hope you had a great day at school honey; I'm going to be gone grocery shopping when you get home. Be back soon, your step mother

Shit, I thought as I was reading the note. Drug bust. My step mother only left notes on the fridge if she was caught selling her products. Apparently, by the house that was trashed that I was standing in, the DEA cut the power and busted through the front door. They arrested my step mom and trashed the house looking for the drugs. They must have found it, because I couldn't find any.

The plan was if I were to ever find the note, I was to stay put, feed myself, and clean the house for when my step mother was bailed. According to the government, hospital and everyone else in the world other than Boston didn't know I existed. I was born at home, and my parents never listed me to have a social security number, so the DEA wouldn't know to come back for me.

I decided to continue cooking my eggs. I cracked them, placed the yolk on the pan and scrambled my eggs. I scrapped the last of the eggs on the plate I retrieved earlier. I sat down at the table and proceeded to eat my food in silence.

After I devoured my eggs, I turned to go wash off my plate. After that, I returned to the living room and proceeded to attempt to flip the couch. On my third time I was successful, only to realize that I had started to work up a sweat. I continued to work. By the time the alarm clock rang 7, the living room was spotless, being vacuumed a few times, covers and blankets folded, TV and kitchen counters wiped down, fridge reorganized, dishes finished, and stove wiped down. I still had to clean my room, my bathroom and my step mother's room.

I decided to clean the bathroom. When I walked in, the mirror was still intact. The door on the other hand, was no more. I'm not even sure it can be considered a door anymore. It was busted down into pieces big and small, which covered the bathroom floor. Just the edges of where the door was bolted into the wall were left on the wall.