Demoni

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Heather was nice. Really pretty too. She told me a lot about what Tommy had said. He told everyone how gorgeous I was, although I could've definitely debated on that.

I pried a blue note off the door, and read it aloud. "Aleece, mama and papa went out to get some groceries. We should be home by seven." I shrugged and peeked inside. Amelia and Ralph got home an hour after me, so I was alone.

I shut the door behind me and sprinted up the stairs. I hopped on what felt like a fresh new bed. Everything felt new. It felt like a new life. I pulled out my science binder and started my homework. "Oh, I almost forgot." I jumped up and ran over to the little radio, and turned on a station. I ran back over to my bed and proceeded to do more work.

I shoved the mess of books back into my back pack and threw it on the other side of the room by the door. I assumed Ralphie and Amelia were getting off the bus by now, so I opened the front door and left it open as a sign I was home.

I acted like a weirdo when I was happy. I danced and hummed and sang. Knowing I was safe, just felt like an amazing feeling. I didn't even notice Amelia and Ralph come in the house.

It was around six thirty, and mama and papa weren't back yet. Aleece went over to her friends house once she had finished her homework, and Ralphie did the same. Although I was safe, I started to feel a bit more nervous. That could've been because it was just starting to turn dark and I wasn't use to it.

I sat on my parents bed and just rested my head on the pillow. I heard a sudden rumbling come from the closet. I pushed myself up on my elbows, and looked over. "Hello?" I called. The rumbling occurred again. I pushed myself up on my feet. "Anyone there?" Again with the rumbling. I slowly walked over to the closet. I hesitated to open it. If there was something in that closet, it would get rid of the whole safe feeling I had.

The rumbling happened again, and my curiosity was killing me. I swung open the closet, nothing was there. Just the holy shelf. I looked behind me, into the mirror. I stepped closer, with a disturbed look on my face. The holy shelf began to shake. The bibles fell down, the little figurines, everything. After all that, down went the shelf itself.

A cold rush of air brushed past my neck, that was enough for me. I ran out the door, and out to the church.

I swung open the church doors and ran to the altar. I dropped on my knees at the steps and bawled. My new life was ruined, and it was back to stage one. I felt a hand on my back. I turned around. It was Mr. F. "Are you okay?" I was panting and crying. Everything I had thought was fine, suddenly collapsed. I couldn't even answer him.

He helped me up and guided me away from the altar. I heard a strange noise. We turned around.

The large statue of Jesus Christ that hung at the front of the church, was falling, and crashed into a million tiny pieces.