The Curse of A Lifetime

Chapter 23

SARAH

The last piece of decorations is placed in the living room. "Wow, this is beautiful," my mom says to my dad. We stand together as a family in the living room looking at the painting that was just hung on the wall.

Finally, we all moved into the new house, yesterday when Soran and I snuck into the house we made sure to not set off the alarm. I found Soran in the truck after the party and most people were gone. I would say most of them were turned off or scared something was going to happen. He was sitting there with the truck turned off just staring into nothing. I got into the truck with my headphones and phone. He quietly turned the keys in the ignition and left.

I tried to speak with him last night, but he didn't say anything. I think we were both exhausted from not only the party but everything that has happened. He never did talk about that night at the park, he just kept to himself. I thought it was just shock, but I was wrong.

"The house looks amazing, you guys did a great job," I exclaim to my parents. They did do a great job. The long-awaited dreadful months paid off. The front of the house is nicely decorated by rows of flowers and a stone path that wraps around the house. White and black paint complement the gray trim on the front porch. My mom wanted a wrap around porch because she had one at her childhood home, the other house back in Fridley was gross and any change we made, the entity would harm us for it. It is quite cute.

It is a two-story home, a basement included that has a game room. Soran has already set up most of his things down there. My room is on the second floor across from Soran's room. My parent's room is down the hall. Each of us has a small balcony outside our rooms. I don't see the need for them, but this is my mother's dream home. Whatever she wants, we get.

I don't mind anything with the house, the only thing I can think of that could be bad is the fact we live next to the Johnsons. Carter and his dad are happy to have us on their property.

My father has invited them both over for dinner tonight to show them our appreciation. Mr.Johnson did help move some of our furniture in, so he left about an hour ago. Dad and mom are in the kitchen now preparing for dinner. I decide to go to my room and unpack some more. There are just a few things I want to organize before dinner comes around. My sketchbook and music came in. I have a bookshelf with all of my books and used projects from over the years that I want to place nicely. I place my headphones on and get started. The second box is finished and I have one more to go. The third box is full of sketches and notes from the entity that haunts me.

Seven notebooks are lifted out of the box and placed on the floor. Next, I grab two rolled-up paintings, I remember I painted my first one when I was nine.

I am thinking of blue, black, and gray swirls with a red accent color. I never understood why people like bright colors, I prefer dark because they are the most feared. Fear is inevitable just like the monster lurking in our home. Drawing my fears and the visions I see help me determine the cause of fear. I set up the piece of paper on the wall. I use tacks to support the weight and begin mapping out want I want. Picking up the pencil, I draw large medium-sized circles in the bottom right corner. I take a pen and lightly color them in.

My headphones become static and goes back to normal. I shake my head and add two more circles in the top left corner. I color them in.I set down the pen ad grab the blue paint. I start by adding small dark strokes on the two circles on the right.

I do the same on the top. "Watch"

The feeling of fear creeps into my head as I hear the entity speak to me. I turn the volume up on my phone and continue the painting. I am almost done with the final touches on the first layer when I feel a push on my back. I lurch forward and slam my hands on the wall to catch myself.