Matt followed Casey's directions all the way to her house, a quick drive from his own. He had been through Haddon Glen many times, having been loosely acquainted with many people his age.
She instructed him to drive around the corner and park on the street behind her house. She would cut through the neighbors yards and hop the fence to her own backyard. She couldn't risk being seen going through the front door.
"Keep it running." Casey told him.
He nodded. What was she planning to do here rob a bank? Matt thought to himself. Did he need to make a quick getaway? He blew it off and watched her jog to the back of her neighbors yard that backed up to hers.
"She doesn't talk much does she dad?" Tyler asked.
"No bud, it's not you though. She doesn't really talk to anyone." Matt replied.
Casey hopped the fence and was in her backyard. The neighbors to the left were an old couple, Fred and Myrtle Cipperone. Chances are they wouldn't recognize her if she was right in front of them. They were easily pushing ninety years old.
To the left was the Lowe's, a young couple that just moved in two years ago. They had two daughters of their own, ages fourteen and eleven. She would have to be careful they didn't see her.
Casey really liked the Lowe's, and they were close to her and her sister. They must have been devastated to hear the news of her family's murder, all while being scared for the safety of their own kids.
She reached up into the light that was fixated on the house's siding next to the back door and found the spare key. She gave one last look around before dipping inside. Once in she froze immediately. It felt horrible being in there. It smelled of something she didn't recognize. Death. There was a stale coldness in the air.
She got up the courage to walk through the kitchen to the living room. That's when it hit her. In front of her was a carpet stained in blood. A BIG pool of blood. Horrified, she looked away. She tried to contain herself but it didn't work as she burst out crying.
She made her way to the stairs and saw another stained portion of the carpet, this one by the front door. This is where her sister must have died.
Again she looked away. She regretted coming back, but she was here, and there was important stuff she needed to get and one last thing she needed to do. She ran up to her bedroom, wiping the tears from her eyes and face. She got her duffel bag out of her closet and began throwing clothes in it. A few shirts, shorts, sweats, hoodies, socks, bras and underwear. She grabbed her sunglasses and put them on her head.
Casey approached her mirror and stared into it, looking at herself. She didn't recognize the person staring back anymore. In a matter of days her life had unraveled. There was no longer any signs of the happy outgoing girl she used to be. She took a picture of her family that was wedged in the side of the mirror, and another of her and her sister, Amanda. Then she slung the bag over her shoulder and hurried down the stairs.
She walked through the living room, this time stepping right over the blood stained carpet. She got the box of wooden matches out of the hutch, the ones her mom always used to light candles and her dad used to light the old grill with the failed igniter. Casey used one to light the curtains on fire.
She stared briefly at them, watching the flames climb up to the top, then she turned and hurried to the kitchen. She turned the gas on the stove and flew out the back door. She hopped the fence a lot quicker this time and jogged to Matt's truck.
"Hey, everything go okay?" He asked, innocently.
"Drive. Now." Casey ordered. Her tone was firm.
He put it in gear quickly, afraid that she was spotted since she seemed in a hurry. He rounded the corner and pulled onto her street and headed in the other direction. He checked the rearview to see if they were being followed. There were no cars, they were in the clear. He took one last look just to be safe, that's when it happened. Casey's house exploded.
He jumped at the sound, it was a massive explosion, blowing the roof sky high.
"Jesus Christ!" He said. "Was that your house?!" It was a dumb question, of course it was.
Tyler was in a full turn looking at the fire with wide eyes as they drove away.
Casey just stared straight ahead. Her sunglasses now on, covering her glowing blue eyes. She stared out the passenger window, a single tear running down her cheek.
In the back Tyler continued to watch as her house burned to the ground.
YOU ARE READING
The Chosen Ones
Paranormal"I'm going to tell you a story." The beautiful stranger said. "But before I do, I need you to clear your mind, and be open to everything I'm going to say." Matt nodded. Something had brought her here, and he needed to find out what it was. Little di...
