Secrets of the Cellar (Inside Secret #1) || COMPLETED

Chapter Six: Screech, Thump, Silence

"We all need to meet up. Now." I whisper to Krissy on my cellphone, urgently. I'm sitting down at the edge of my bed, trying to talk quietly. I don't want my parents to hear anything I have to say. Especially my mom, who acts, and even looks weird with her multicolored eyes. I have goosebumps all over just thinking about it.

My desk lamp is on, so I can see that it's already fifteen past eleven on my alarm clock. I twist my amulet's chain in my fingers anxiously. Krissy must have had to wake up to answer the phone. Oops.

"Where?" She asks, drowsily, "And what about?" I shake my head, forgetting that she can't see me. I switch the phone to my other hand, and shake the feeling back into my right arm.

"No," I say, "It's not safe. Not anymore." I hear static on the other end and wonder what's going on. 

Thump. SCREECH. Thump.

Silence.

"Um, Krissy?" I ask. My fingers drum on my bedspread as I wait for the answer with worry. She responds to me five seconds later, with an unusually cheerful voice.

"Oh, sorry! I just dropped my phone and it slipped under my bed!" She says, whispering. But her voice sounds different.

"Uh, okay?" I say, uncertain and trying to figure out what really happened. She just woke up, of course she's going to be clumsy. I shake my head and try to clear my brain, "So what time can we be ready?"

"Give me 30 minutes, I'll be ready with the others at twelve. And I'll tell them to bring their necklaces."

"Okay, thanks so much, Krissy! You are the best! Sorry I woke you up!" I tell her.

"You're welcome," She says in a blank sort of way. As if she's bored, "See ya in a while." The line goes dead. I stare at the phone, like it was a scary, possessed object. Krissy would never have answered that way, I realize. It has just proven my current suspicions. There's really something wrong with Krissy. She's not herself. But I can't do anything if I don't know for sure.

And for all I know, I could be dreaming. This could just be some weird nightmare and tomorrow morning, I'll wake up and everything will still be crazy. But it'll still be less crazy than this dream.

I quickly make sure my necklace is still on and slip on my watch and backpack, with my pen and notebook with all my ideas and notes in it. I grab a jacket from my closet and nudge open my window, making sure that it opens very, very quietly. Then I look outside my two-story window and see that there are some bushes outside. But I quickly realize that it would be too far, even if I rolled.

So I open my door quietly, and sneak out into the hallway. But the sound of voices stop me. My parents are arguing, which they've never done before. I hear their voices, even if they are a little muffled, but it's enough for me to listen in.

"Why did you have to do that? Now she'll know something is wrong!" My father whisper-shouts to my mother. But his voice is all wrong, it's too high pitched.

"Whatever! I was trying to get some information, since you obviously don't have the guts to even try to talk to her! You're such a wuss!" She says, barely able to keep it in. Her voice is sassy and impolite, reminding me of someone, but not someone I know very well.

I have to remember to tell my friends about this. There's definitely something wrong with my parents. They aren't what I thought they were before. This is way more serious.

"Tomorrow, do something. Anything. Or I will, and that won't pretty." She threatens. Suddenly, there is a loud crash in the bedroom, like something breaking, and I gasp, unable to be quiet.

"Crap," I whisper, wincing.

"Wait! What's that," my father asks. I quickly tiptoe to the living room, so my parents won't see me. My dad peeks his head out of the master bedroom, but my mother pulls him back into the room, and close the door.

"It's nothing, you idiot!" Mom tells him, obviously frustrated. They go back to arguing, but I can't hear them anymore, so I quickly grab a knife from the kitchen, run back to the door, and open it, thankful that it doesn't make a sound. Then I take a glance at my watch, which reads 11:53. I don't have anymore time to waste.

I make sure to look to my right, and then to my left. I can't ever be too careful now. And then I run.