If walls could talk

Hide and seek

The next morning I woke up, quickly ate breakfast, and I got on my bike. I rode back to 128 North Holt street. I was not about to give up on this house. Something was up there, and I was going to find out one way or another.
I pulled up to the house and hopped off of my bike. I decided that it would be best if I didn't go through the house because of its smell, so I went through the cellar door on the outside straight into the basement. I opened the door and the musty smell of the basement filled the air around me. I went down the concrete stairs around to the table. It looked as if someone had been down here since yesterday. A chair had been moved and the playing cards were scattered on the floor. I thought this place was vacant. Who knows maybe some punk teenagers came down here. The old owners were stupid enough to let the cellar doors open. Or was it really the old owners that left it opened? 

The markings on the table were still there. I noticed that it had looked a little more newer than the other day. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. I tried to dig through some drawers to see if i could find some evidence or anything odd that normal people wouldn't keep in their basement. At first I didn't see anything of interest, but when i opened a drawer labeled "tools" I noticed a small piece of paper rolled up like a scroll. It felt like there was something inside of the paper. I unrolled it and found a piece of chalk, white to be specific. There was something small written on the paper and I began to squint to try to make out what it said. I was about to the second word when I heard distant voices and laughter coming closer. I knew I couldn't just go out the cellar door because that's where the noise was coming from. I decided to go into this small little "pantry" like area. It did not have a door but instead a small curtain blanket with a bunch of pink roses and other floral designs on it hung there. I quickly ran into the small enclosed space and waited for the noise to disappear, but instead it grew louder and then the sound of the cellar door opening filled the room. 

"wonderful" I thought to myself. 

"Kenny you don't know crap even if it came out of your own ass." A guys voice said.

"Shut up Gordy. If I wanted to hear from an ass i would fart." said a voice who I assumed was Kenny.

"You two fight like husband and wife." came a girls voice. 

"Only because we have a mother watching over us like a hawk all the time." Said Kenny. 

"Listen do you want the keys to this cellar or not? I promised you the keys but first you promised me a spot in this group. If you call me your mother one more time I'll bang your heads together and shove the keys up your-" 

"Ok we get it....Mom." Gordy joked.

I heard a smacking sound and an ow come from Gordy.

"Let's just get the stuff and go." Came a new voice I hadn't heard yet.

"Oh shut up Tyrone. You are just being a little wimpy baby." Gordy smirked. 

"We are gonna get caught!" Tyrone yelled.

"Yeah we are gonna get caught if you guys keep arguing like 4 year olds." the girl said.

"Shove it Stella." Kenny said. 

So she had a name. 

"Ok are we going to sit here and blame each other for a bunch of crap and point fingers at each other? Or are we going to do what we came here for?" Tyrone said.

"He's right for once guys. Ok so we need to discuss what we have planned." Stella said.

"I'm planning a vacation right now." Kenny said.

"Kenny you are dumbest goon i have ever seen. I'm talking about the house." Stella said.

"Well I think we should put some notes in the house to creep them out a little. I like that idea." Gordy said.

"Maybe if you came to our meetings once in a while you would know that we already did that." Stella yelled at Gordy as she threw a pillow as hard as she could at his head.

"I think we should leave a mysterious voice mail on the home phone." Kenny said.

"Not bad Kenny. See you are getting better at this whole idea thing faster than I expected." Stella responded.

"Could you tell my mom that? She still thinks I'm a loser who sits and plays video games in the basement all day." Kenny said all innocently.

"Maybe that's because that's all you do!" Tyrone yelled.

"No I help at the soup kitchen every week." Kenny said.

"Kenny, making yourself soup does not count. You are such a blockhead."

"GUYS! Shut up!" Stella practically screamed.

"Sorry." They all said in unison. 

"Let's get back on topic. Any other ideas?"

"ooh ooh ooh" Gordy chanted as he raised his hand like a second grader who was about to pee their pants.

"Yes Gordy?" Stella replied with an eyeroll. 

"What if we snuck in the basement and left some mysterious papers all over." Gordy replied.

"Like secret messages?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah!" Gordy said. 

"You guys suck at ideas." Stella said. "I'll give you one more week to think of some ideas an then we will meet back here same time. Everyone please show up. Yes even you Gordy. We need to be a team, not just a volunteer group. Got it?" 

"I guess." They all replied.

"Ok good. Now you are all free to go." Stella said.

"Why do you have to dismiss us?" Tyrone asked.

"I have the keys." Stella replied.

"So? we can lock it before we all leave." Tyrone said.

"That was a great idea until the past two time you left it unlocked and we had a family of raccoons  in our food drawer." Stella responded.

"So that's where my Twix went." Kenny said.

"Ok whatever." Tyrone said as he left the cellar.

"Gordy and Kenny are you guys going home?"

"Yeah." they responded.

"Then go!" Stella screamed.

"We never said now." Gordy said and high-fived Kenny.

"Well I'm telling you to go now." Stella said as she pointed to the door.

"OK mom we will go. Would you like us to do the dishes while we are at it or clean our rooms?" Gordy asked sarcastically.

"You guys thought i was joking about the whole banging your heads together and the keys going somewhere the sun doesn't shine didn't you?"

"NO!" Kenny yelled as he and Gordy ran out.

Stella went behind them and locked the cellar door.

Well I guess this meant I have to go through the house now.  Just as I was about to get up I noticed a small gum like box next to my foot. I picked it up and read the side. "Dusty's white chalk" It was the chalk box from the pieces of chalk in the drawer. It also happened to be the same kind of chalk box that i found in my room next to the piece of chalk on my window sill. 

I walked upstairs and went through the front door to my bike. As I rode home I thought about all the things they had said. Were they talking about my house? My dad had set up our security system and always kept the doors locked. They couldn't have gotten in our house. I peddled faster scared by the thought that someone other than my family was still making frequent visits to the house. It began to rain outside. I pulled into my driveway as the mist became a downpour. I walked into the house and went into my room. As I walked past Asia's room I saw her crying on her bed. Asia never cried. That's when I knew something was wrong.