Great, Nancy.

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Jonathan dropped me home and then went to go take photos of the area they were searching..or something. I wasn't fully listening, I was still so mad from my dad.

I walked into my home to be greeted by the image of my mum asleep on a chair in the middle of the hallway with a new yellow telephone on her lap. As soon as I locked the front door the telephone started ringing, causing my mum to jolt up from her sleep to answer it. "Hello?" She asked.

"Hello." She put the yellow phone closer to her ear as I moved over closer to her to hear it. And I actually heard the muffled breathing from the other line. "Who did this?" She asked, and I tried to stay as quite as possible to try get a better hear of the breathing. "Will?" She cried and the breathing got louder. "It's Will." I said under my breath, relieved that he was alive and that my mother wasn't going crazy. "Will, it's me and Avril. Talk to us." She begged looking up to me. "We're here. Just tell us where you are, honey. I can hear you. Please. " we both cried listening to the indistinct breathing.

"Mom?" We both heard Will's distorted voice from the phone as the lights all over the house flickered. My mum and I both gasped between our tears when we heard him. "Will!" She cried into the telephone, as her legs gave out. "Yes, it's me. It's me. Where are you? Where are you? Just talk to me-" we both had our ears up against the phone and got a shock of electricity when the phone burned out again.

"Fuck!" I shouted at the telephone as it fell to the floor. "Oh, no,no. No! No!" My mum kept sobbing 'no' and trying to fix the phone desperately as I hugged her from the side and cried into her shoulder. She threw the phone onto the ground and hugged me back, in angry sobs.

I let go of her and broke away from our hug as I noticed the light in the sitting room flicker. "Mom?" I pointed to it and she turned her head and saw the flickering light. We both got up from our place on the floor and went to the light. As soon as we got to one flickering light, another one lit up. "What the-" I mumbled, but my mum heard.

We finally made it to the final flickering light at the end of the hall and 'Should I Stay Or Should I Go' by The Clash started blaring from the stereo in Will's bedroom. Under the door, we could see a bright light flickering. And my mum went in first, closely followed by me, who hiding behind her.

The lamp by one of Will's teddy bears went off flickering like the ones in the hall. My Mum went over and held the lamp. "Will is that you?" She asked it, but it only grew brighter and brighter. We could hear the electricity crackling, and as the song ended, so did the light. The whole house was dark yet again. We both whimpered for a second, and I looked back down at the stereo that was playing by itself a few seconds ago.

My mums screamed and pointed to Will's bedroom wall. Which was expanding and looked like something big was about to come out of it. I stood there screaming in shock until my mum dragged me out of Will's bedroom and locked the door.

We ran out the house and heard really loud bangs coming from Will's bedroom. And hoped into the car to drive off. "Oh, god" my mum kept saying as she was trying to get the keys in the car with her shaky hands. "Drive!" I shouted at her in fear as the bangs kept getting louder. The engine finally started and we were about to head off to safety until the music started playing again from Will's bedroom.

We both looked over and saw the lamp flickering again through the window. "Will.." we both breathed out, looking at the flickering light. She stopped the car and got out angrily, with me right behind her. I grabbed her sweaty hand as we walked back into our house that seemed quite alive at the moment with all the flickering lights everywhere.

I fell asleep on Will's bed which was surrounded by every lamp in the house that night, next to my mom, who didn't sleep at all and stayed up all night hoping to get the flickering lights to do something, to give us a sign.

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