Haunted (On Hold)

Chapter 2

I wake up the next morning in my room.

How'd I.....?? Nevermind.

I get up but my shoulder hurts. I try to move it.

OWW!!

Oh my gosh. What the heck did I do to myself?!?!

Finally after five thousand tries I get up and head downstairs. I hear my dad talking to someone on the phone.

How the heck can he even do that? Beat me and then in the morning be normal? Must have no heart. Oh, wait I'm supposed to be the problem to cause him to have no heart.

"Dad?"

"Hold on a second. What do you want Brooklynn?! I'm on the phone!!"

"Nothing. Just... Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"Already done."

Then he goes back to his phone call. I grab my jacket and leave the house, not bothering to say anything. I'm heading to the cemetery.

SWOOSH!

Oh, no. I look over at the telephone pole. He's there. He looks at me. Then he just disappears. I quickly walk away. Telling myself over and over again: He's not real. Just a figment of my imagination. 

But deep down in my head I know he's real and so is the little girl.

Finally I get to the cemetery. And look at all the gravestones.

What are their names?

I walk around for a little until I come across a gravestone that stands out. I walk over to it and read the name.

Andy Frotmen?

I take a step back and look up. I scream. He's right in front of me!!!! He looks at me and smirks. I run out of the cemetery and go to the park. Actually I run to the park. When I get there I sit on a bench. My phone rings. I look at the caller I.D. Uh oh.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?!?!"

"Um, at the park."

"Get your butt back to the house, NOW!"

"Fine."

He hangs up. Well so much for a day to myself.

I get up and walk home. Just as I'm about to enter the house. The little girl appears. I jump back falling down the stairs. She disappears. I run into the house. And again slam the door.

"You're home."

Uh oh.

"Sorry Dad I...."

He yanks my head back to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

"You were busy."

"Oh, but you interupted me when I was in the middle of an important phone call."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"You sure weren't." 

He slams me into the wall and let's me go.

"Go to your room, you worthless slut."

I run upstairs to my room.

How could he say that? I've never dated anybody let alone slept with with anyone.

I cried myself to sleep. And I had a terrible nightmare. Another death.

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I wake up later that night. And look over at my closet. He's staring right at me!!! 

Why is he always smirking??

I decide to ask him a question.

"Are you Andy?"

The boy looks at me and nods. I stuffle a scream. 

He actually communicated with me!!!!

He disappears. I leave my room and go downstairs. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hi, hon!"

Oh no.

"What do you want Mom? I'm about to go to sleep."

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm getting you this weekend."

"What?!?!"

I quickly cover my mouth. That was way to loud. I hope Dad didn't hear.

"Yeah, so make sure you have your stuff packed."

"Fine. Bye."

I hang up.

"Brooklynn, are you about to sneak out of the house?"

I turn around and face my dad. I gasp.

"No. I was just..."

"Shut up!"

He smacks me back and forth.

"Don't you ever try to sneak out, EVER."

"Yes sir."

He pushes me up to my room.

"Now sleep tight."

Oh no. No, no, no, no. I hate when he does this. He's going to lock me in here. The ultimite lock-down if you will.

"Please, don't lock me in here! PLEASE!!"

"Shut up, Brooklyn."

He slams the door and I hear a faint click and keys against the door. I scream out. Then the 4 headed thing appears. It's going to hurt me. I can feel it. I scream at the top of my lungs. It's claw grabs me. And takes me to the grave yard. It's a death, alright. It takes me to a coffin. And throws me in.

It's my death..... 

I wake up screaming. I look at my phone. 10:30 pm. Another nightmare. I pinch myself really hard, it hurts. I'm awake now. Good.