Dark Creatures Chasing

Chapter 2

     "Seven? Ivory that was- That was years ago. Nobody would be watching you twenty-something years later after they died!" Ivory turned to face her tablet in front of her. She unlocked it, hooked it up to the computer and began to draw a shadow. It was long, dark, and had a feminine figure. "My parents would be." She mumbled. It took Gray a second to realize she said anything. Sometimes it annoyed her when he didn't notice she had said something. This time though, she wished he hadn't heard her. Unluckily for her, he did hear her for once. "Wait, what do you mean by that?" 

     Sure, Gray and Ivory had known each other since high school, but she never said anything about her parents to him. "They're dead."

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     Gray walked home with Ivory after work. He held the door open for her after he unlocked it for her. She'd handed him the key because she was carrying a box of others' work. She had to overview them. Did they fit the current standards? Were they flashy? Those were the kind of ways she was told to overview them. She walked in, Gray following right behind. She set the box down on the couch, and walked to her bedroom door. She could hear Brick scratching at it. She had left the door slightly cracked after lunch earlier, when she came home. He must've closed it on himself.

     "Listen, Ivory, wait." Gray said as she reached for the knob. She turned to him. "What?" She asked. He stood there in silence for a minute, then walked to the door and pressed his dark tan ear against it. Brick was yowling, basically screaming, and Ivory now noticed it. "Is he normally like this when he locks himself in?" He asked in a low whisper. Ivory shook her head, her eyebrows knitting together. She pressed her ear to the door too. Brick was silent for a second, and she heard it. The whispering. She stood back up and burst into the room. Brick darted out and the whispers stopped. Brick stopped at the couch and turned around shaking.

     "Come here, Brick." Ivory coaxed, squatting down. "It's okay." She said sweetly. Gray had gone into her room to investigate. The sheets on her bed were thrown around the room, and a handheld mirror was shattered and the handle was snapped down the center. "Hey, Ivory?" He said shakily, staring back out into the living space. She looked up from Brick, who, still cowered by the couch. "Yeah?" She asked, rising back to her feet. He gestured for her to come into the room.

     Ivory reluctantly entered her room, switching on the light as she passed the door frame. She looked around her torn apart room, and turned back to look at Brick, who had jumped up onto the back of the couch.

     She turned back around and gasped, pointing at the mirror that hung on the wall. "I don't think that was Brick!"