IN THE SHADOWS | ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ. (ON HOLD)

FIVE

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 :
"ODD"

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     HER NECK HURT like a bitch when she awoke.

     And when she did, she was still locked in the music room, by her lonesome. Besides Brahms who stared blankly at the wall. Though it felt like the doll was looking at her. The feeling she had never went away.

     It was later in the morning, perhaps around 9:30 when Greta got home. And when she had, (F/N) reluctantly left her newly decided safe room to answer her call. "Greta!" She was practically sprinting through the house. "Greta!"

    "(F/N)?" Greta was seen once (F/N) slid to the top of the stairs, looking down at her, "What's wrong?"

    "Something is wrong with this house Greta!" (F/N) rushed down the stairs so fast she almost tripped on the last few. Once she stabilized herself, she grew closer to Greta and whispered, "I don't know if there's someone here, or something different, but something is wrong!"

    Greta looked around for a second, then she slowly nodded and started to back away, "One second, I'll get Malcolm to check it."

     Since Malcolm was already outside after having driven Greta home, the woman called him inside and asked him to search the house. He obliged, and when he was finished he stopped in front of them in the hallway they were in.

"So..." He started, "I've checked every nook and cranny in this very lovely...and very weird large house. And the windows are sealed tight. The house is clear, okay?" Malcolm's voice was attempting to be calming, but it didn't give the desired effect. Still, she was on edge.

(F/N) eyed Malcolm, not believing his statement, "There was someone in here, I know it." She was firm. While she didn't know if there had been a person in the house, she didn't believe there was a ghost either. She had always been the skeptic of the two sisters.

Malcom kept his stare strong, "You know, I used to sleep-walk when I was a boy." (F/N)'s eyebrows furrowed at what he was insinuating.

"She's never sleep-walked." Greta intervened.

Malcom took a breath before offering, "I could stay for a bit. Make sure we don't have some very polite burglars on our hands. Coming in, taking nothing, and then locking up after himself before he leaves." At the sister's reluctant expression, he assured, "It's really no problem. I'm here anyway."

"You're sure?" Greta asked. (F/N) frowned when she realized that Malcolm was to stay. Greta wouldn't deny him.

"Absolutely." Malcom nodded.

     (F/N) only rolled her eyes.

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     What better was there to do than to play pool? More specifically, nine balls. The trio all got to play, even if Greta was hitting all of her balls in before the two got a chance.

Greta made a trick shot and Malcom laughed, "Okay. You've played this before."

     Greta grinned, "Misspent youth. Let me know when you are ready to play for money."