Everything Ends

Chapter One

Chris's POV

     "Bubba cmon." A voice woke me as I was being shaken. I open my eyes to find my little sister tugging at my pant leg. "We're finally here!" She shouted. I sighed and turned off my tape. "Alright.." I mumbled. She smiled and ran off into our new house. I got out of the car and looked up.

     We had this huge house that had two stories plus, if I remember correctly, a basement. It was an old desolate farmhouse in the middle of Dei Moines. How fun... I swear it was build 500 years ago too, it sure as hell looked like it. I sighed. I had to leave all of my friends just so my dad could have a "better job opportunity". We were during just fine! We didn't need this!

      I sighed and began to walk up the stairs leading to the house. I walked inside and saw the staircase leading upstairs. The inside wasn't too bad. "Look who woke up." My dad said. I rolled my eyes. "It was a long drive! What'd you want me to do?" I asked. He played punched my shoulder and smiled. "You know I'm playin', son." He said. I shrugged. "Where's my room?" I asked. He pointed up the stairs. "Last room to the left." He said. I nodded.

      I started to make my way upstairs. As I did, I saw my mother come out of what seemed to be my room. "Hello Chris." She greeted. "Hey." I replied. "Your rooms' in there, I put everything in there for you so you can just unpack." She said. I nodded. "Thanks." I said. She smiled and nodded. I walked past her into my room. It was a pretty fair sized room, fit with a closet, two windows, and a queen sized bed. You honestly couldn't fit a king size because of how much stuff I brought.

      I started to unpack all of my things, carefully lining up each football and golf trophy I've won on my dresser. I put away all of my clothes and kept all of my records and vinyls in a box and shoved that by my dresser. My room looked good, especially for the first day of moving in. It was definitely gonna take some time to adjust to this... It was never gonna replace my old home, but I couldn't change the fact that we're here now.

      A creak. I turned around and saw nothing. However, I looked up and saw a hook. A attic. I walked over and stood under it. I took the string in my hand and pulled down, revealing the attic. The stairs came down and dust immediately swarmed me. I coughed and waved around, desperately trying to clear the dust away from my face. I looked up again and decided that if I'm gonna be living here, I might as well know what's up there.

     I climbed up the stairs and into the attic. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't small. I observed the area. There was two windows, one facing me, and one behind me. There was old furniture that had cloths over them. Finally, there was a small chest right by the window. I almost didn't open the chest, but curiosity got the best of me, so I walked over and crouched in front of the chest. I opened it to find one dreaded mask. One eyebrow raised as I examined it. There was nothing else in the box besides it.

      I hummed to myself. It was cool, I guess, but creepy...and old. There was dust all over it. I sighed and tossed it back inside the chest. I closed it and stood up, almost hitting my head off the ceiling. I walked back down the stairs and went to the main floor. "Bubba! Bubba look what I found!" Lily yelled. I looked over and she came running out with a doll in her hands. "A clown! See!" She held the Clown like doll in front of us. I held out my hand and she placed the doll in it.

      It was a balding clown with rosey red cheeks and a big red nose. "Weird." I said. "Hey! He's not weird!" She said. I smiled. "Whatcha gonna name 'em?" I asked. "Oh, he said he already had one." She said. I raised an eyebrow. "He said he already had one?" I asked. She nodded. I gave her back the doll as she spoke. "I was gonna name him Rosie, but as soon as I called him that, he said his name was Clown. He also said that he was a boy. Oh! He said he also goes by Shawn. What a weird clown name.." She mumbled. "Hm.." I hummed.

      "Ok." I replied. I just shook it off because she's so young and probably imagined it. I walked out to the kitchen and saw my mother making dinner. "You hungry?" She asked. "Uh...sure." I replied. She nodded. "You unpacked?" I nodded. "Well...what are you thinking?" She asked. "Uhm..fine." I said. She nodded. "You like the house?" She asked. "Sure." I responded. She turned to me. "It'll get better sweetheart, I promise." She said. I shrugged. "Sure." I said again. She sighed. "Oh, can you see what your father is up to?" She asked. I nodded.

       I left the kitchen in search of my father. I walked down the hallway and saw a door opened. I haven't been in that room yet, but, he's probably in there. "Dad?" I asked. "Yea?!" He screamed. I hurried into the room he was in. "Hey, mom wanted to know what you were doin'." I said. He nodded. "I found a cellar." He replied. "Really? Oh cool!" I said. I looked over to where he was facing and saw some boards. "Why is it boarded up?" I asked. He shrugged. "Guess we'll find out.." He said.

      I watched him remove all of the boards. There, steps were leading down. "Is this the basement?" I asked. He shook his head. "No..the basement stairs are on the other side of the house. Huh." He said. "Fetch me a light, will you, boy?" He asked. I nodded and went to the kitchen to find a flashlight. "Mom, dad found a cellar." I said. She turned to me. "What?" "Yea, a cellar." I said. "How weird...they never told us there was a cellar.." She mumbled. "Well it was all boarded up." I said. She nodded. "Go check it out, I can't right now." She said. I nodded and grabbed the flashlight and headed back to dad.

       I handed him the flashlight and he pointed it down the stairs. "Come now." He said. We walked down the stairs and was immediately greeted by rotten smells. "Oh god, that's foul!" I said. "I know..smells like something die-." He stopped because something sounded like it ran through the basement. He pointed the flashlight to the area of the noise. There was nothing there. "Weird." He said. I nodded and started to walk over where the noise came from. There was indeed nothing there. I shook it off and continued to observe the room.

      A couple minutes later, mom called from upstairs. "COME AND EAT!" "Alright boy, we'll look into this later." He said. I nodded. We walked upstairs and into the kitchen. My mother was fixing the table as my sister sat with her plate, still holding the clown doll. I sat next to her and the doll as my dad sat on the opposite side of the table. "So, how old is the doll?" I joked. "He said he's old.. he said 24." She said. I blankly stared at her. "24 isn't old." My dad scoffed. "Yes it is!" She said. "He told you his age?" "Mhm! He also said his favorite color is red! He said it reminds him of blood. ..hah.." She said.

      "Uh huh.." I replied. We are in silence as we normally did, and as usual, I finished first. I cleared my plate and started to head upstairs. "Chris! Do you wanna play a board game with us?" My mom asked. "Uh..no thanks, I'm probably gonna head to bed." I said. She nodded. I headed upstairs to my room and plopped down on the bed. Something caught my eye. Right by my closet, another doll was there. Instead of a clown, it was a smaller doll with black hair and a white and black mask.

     I got up and walked over to it. I picked it up and examined it. One of its eyes turned to me as I was doing this. I gasped and immediately dropped the doll. I stood in shook. But it seemed normal now. My mouth opened, but closed again as no sound came out. I sighed and grabbed the doll again, putting it on my dresser after. It slumped over and nearly fell off the dresser. I just shook my head and laid back in bed, destined to find some sort of sleep.