Demoni

16

I forgot about church that day. Tommy and me had no choice but to go back to my house, and I was ready to talk to my parents about the spirit in the house.

Mama, Papa, and Ralphie were all sitting at the kitchen table when I got home. "Where's Amelia?" I asked. "Aleece, She locked herself in her room. She won't let us in." Papa replied. Mama added, "She won't talk to us." Of course she wouldn't.

"Mama, Papa, this is Tommy." Mama got up and shook his hand. She didn't have a problem with it. "He's going to make things better." I promised. "Better? Aleece, we're fine. We don't need any help, we can do this on our own." Papa argued with me for a good five minutes, but mama just had to put her two cents in. "Carlos! We need help, no matter what you think." She yelled. They started a full fledge Italian screaming match.

"Are you professional, Tommy?" Mama asked, after settling things her way with my father. "Well I'm going to college to study demonology. I'm not that professional yet, but I take special classes after school." Mama nodded. "Do what you have to do, just save us." Mama begged.

Mr. Forester refused to come and stay at the house. Who could blame him? That didn't make me worried, I mean I didn't want to stay in the house myself. What bothered me was that he was so strong, so if he wouldn't come and help us, there was something really bad. Tommy took the guest room, and everyone else had their normal sleeping arrangements.

Tommy had no crew, just a bit of equipment.

It was around eleven. The grandfather clock went a little nuts. It wasn't just ringing, it was constantly making that sound. It echoed through out the house. I creaked out of my bedroom, to find Tommy and Mama both peaking out of their doors. I walked a little closer to the stairs and looked down. It was really dark. The only light was this little stove light that didn't go off.

I began to slowly walk down the steps. Tommy followed behind me. As we reached the last step, me and him walked in different directions. I crept into the living room, while he checked around the kitchen. Mama and Ralph were glancing down upon us from the top of the stair case. "Nothing in the kitchen." Tommy called. "Nothing in the living room." We obviously weren't going to risk our lives and go down into the basement. It was useless.

We met at the bottom, and reported back to my mother. "Nothing, the clocks fine." We were about to go back up the stairs, but we heard loud bang. I rushed over back to the living room. Tommy sprinted behind me. "Hello?" I called, even though I knew they wouldn't call back. I rolled my eyes. I wasted my time a second time. I stood with my back facing the grandfather clock, and shrugged at Tommy. "Oh well-" Tommy paused a second. Then ran up and pushed me sideways. I fell on the hard wood, and looked at the clock. It had tipped over. Giggles filled the room and the glass shards shattered.

We all went back to bed, without cleaning up the broken glass.

But during the middle of the night, around 3 in the morning, we got a phone call. The voice on the end of that phone call was the one that would kill me in the end.