Purple And Yellow

Chapter 11

When Monday came, Owen was a lot less stressed about going into work. Shopping on Saturday had been a good distraction and having to deal with his hungover sister on Sunday took away from time that would have otherwise been spent stressing.
     But his shoulders tensed up again when he opened his laptop.
     "Uh, Curt, you might want to see this."
     "I'm not so sure I do," Curt said as he wheeled himself over in his chair. "What the hell..."
     "I don't know."
     They both stared at the animation on the computer again. Except the little sun in the corner was gone and it was raining. And the figure previously wearing a purple raincoat now had on an orange top and brown jacket. And the one with the purple raincoat now had on a red and black leather jacket with a pale blue T-shirt beneath it.
     "Are these meant to be us?" Curt asked shakily.
     "I think so... And I think we need to go back there."
     "I know you're right... But that thought fills me with dread."
     "Me too, love, but we need to figure out what's going on here."
     "Yeah. You take our bags to the car, I'll let Xander know where we're going and I'll meet you out there in a few minutes."
     "Okay."

A while later, they arrived at the park. And, when they got down, their shoes splashed in puddles all over the car park.
     "It is absolutely pissing it down," Owen said.
     "I swear it wasn't five minutes ago."
     "It wasn't."
     "Wait, look over there!" Curt pointed to the entrance where they were selling little purple and yellow plastic raincoats, marketed to be for the water rides.
     "They weren't here last time, right?"
     "No. No they were not."
     "Let's go and see the cameras."
     "Why? They're probably gone."
     "No. He'll have done something with them."
     Owen started to walk ahead and Curt quickly followed him.
     Soon, they got to the place where they had installed the cameras. And they were aggressively sparking.
     "He burned them," Curt observed.
     Owen picked up a stick.
     "Careful!" Curt said.
     "Don't worry." He nudged one of the cameras with the end of the stick and turned it so he could see the lens. Which now had a purple and yellow eye taped over it.
     Owen jumped back. "What the fuck."
     "I despise this place."
     They both stared between the camera and one another for a minute before a sweet sounding voice cut through the rain lashing against the pavement.
     "The entrance to the park is that way."
     Startled, they both turned to see a little girl clutching a Blinky doll with one hand with her other arm outstretched and pointing to the gate. She was wearing a yellow long-sleeved top with a purple pinafore over it. And she had her long blond hair in pigtails.
     After innocently smiling at them for a few seconds, she turned around and ran back to the park into the arms of a woman with the same blond hair as her.
     "Is it just me or did her hair look dry?" Owen asked, not looking away from the spot she had been standing in.
     Then Curt ran a hand through his own hair. "Mine doesn't feel wet."
     "It looks soaked." Owen touched his own hair. "But mine doesn't feel wet either."
     Curt shivered, "Let's get out of here. Like now."
     "Yep."
     After quickly walking back to the car, Owen threw his arms up and sighed exasperatedly. "Tires have been slashed."
     "You're kidding."
     Owen checked all four of them. "Nope. Every one of them. And there's only one spare."
     "I'll call Xander."
     Owen watched Curt as he spoke on the phone.
     "He'll get here as soon as he can."

"What the hell happened here?" Xander asked, walking toward the car.
     "A lot of bizarre shit," Curt said.
     "Cameras have been burned and have eyes stuck over the lenses, a bloody creepy little girl found us and felt the need to inform us of the park entrance's location then we came here to get away and the tires have been slashed."
     "Okay. I'll get someone to come pick up the car and fix it but I'm just gonna take you two home because you look freaked out as fuck."
     "Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Curt said.
     "It's stopped raining," Owen said as they got in the car.
     "What do you mean?" Xander asked. "It was never raining."

"Why do you two both look like you've just seen a ghost or something?"
"Please, that's, like, the least scary thing we could see," Curt said.
"They're not scary at all," Owen agreed.
"Okay, follow-ups on that later, but, why do you look like you've just seen... something scary?"
"We may not have seen a ghost but we did see a scary little girl and a lot of other weird shit," Owen said.
"Okay, I'm-" Annabelle was cut off by her phone ringing. "I'll be back in a minute, I've got to get this." She held the phone up to her ear as she walked out into the hallway. "Cosa vuoi?"
"What language is she speaking?" Curt asked.
"And why is she in the hall?"
"Maybe she doesn't want us hearing."
"But why?"
"No, ti ho detto che non posso... Abi, Te lo dico quando sarò pronto..."
"I really wish I could understand her," Owen said.
"Sì, sono spiacente... Sì, ci sentiamo dopo. Ciao."
"Sounds like Italian," Curt said as they sat down, so as not to look suspicious.
"Yeah."
Annabelle walked back inside. "Sorry about that, I just-"
"Didn't know you spoke Italian," Owen said.
Annabelle sighed, "How much did you hear?"
"Well, I didn't understand any of it. But I also don't understand why you had to leave to take the call."
"It's just... It's stupid. We were just having... A bit of a disagreement."
"When did you learn Italian?"
"I lived there for years, remember?"
Owen nodded, "Okay. That makes sense. Who were you talking to?"
"A friend I met there. Why do you need to know?"
"Sorry, I guess I just can't help worrying sometimes."
"Well everything is fine, okay?"
"Okay."

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(A/N: One one hand, I feel like this story is finally getting sort of exciting. On the other, the creepy child is making me want to abandon it because I hate creepy children. Also I hope all the Italian made sense and my translator app didn't fuck me over)