Disturbia An MB Love & Horror story *Starring You!*

Chapter 3~ Provenance

*Supernatural inspired ❤*

Jenny's POV:

Jenny: But what if he really doesn't like me mother?

Mrs. Perez: Nonsense dear. He loves you that I promise. I sighed and slouched over the table wiping the bangs out of my face and placed my fork down to think about Jacob. He was a very handsome man though, but acts very strange. When mother first told me about him, he sounded great like awesome and I couldn't wait to meet him. She told me that he was very lonely and didn't talk to women much after the first girl he had, but I promise that I am different. I like this side of the world better now that I am cured. Of what you ask? It's a long story but not much time. The Perez family didn't know much of my background, but I told Mrs. Perez everything she needs to know or at least everything.

Mrs. Perez: Jenny?

Me: Yes mother?

Mrs. Perez: Tell me something. I know you said that you were an orphan right?

Me: Yes...

Mrs. Perez: But at least you MUST have some type of relative that we can contact or-(gco)

Me: Mrs. Perez, how many times do I have to tell you that I HAVE NO FAMILY?! I am an orphan that grew up in New York and I moved down here for my passion in art and painting. I thought surely that you were smarter than this to know how emotional I get when we talk about these things but I can see that you're not! So please can we drop this?

Mrs. Perez: Alright I'm sorry. Can you help me place the dishes in the dishwasher? I have to go take a quick bath and change, I fake smiled and nodded my head as she smiled back and wiped her hands on the dish rag. I rolled my eyes and got up. One by one I placed one dish after another but something caught my eye. It was a crystal rosary that laid on the counter. It was Mrs. Perez's. My eyes couldn't come away from it as I struggled to turn my attention back to the dishes. And then came the flashback. Two years ago I babysat for the Watson family that lived in the Fulton mansion a while back and that's what I called the dark ages. I say that because every time I go to that house, I get the creeps in each one of the rooms and I can't stand because it's liked every room has its own malfunction. Either there was leaking pipes and drains, power outages, or something. Little Melanie was so adorable but quiet the troublemaker and we called her ''Princess Mischief'' and she loved it. Melanie and I would often sit on the sofa in the den and I'd read to her and there it was. That creepy ass painting hanging just above the fire place of the Fulton Family. There was Mr. Richard Fulton, Mrs. Fulton, and Rayan Fulton, and another little girl that looked just like Melanie. She held a doll in her arms and she looked fairly unhappy with her sad face and long droopy hair. Of course everyone knows the story about that place and God knows what else happened there, and I'm talking rape, murder, secretaries, and much more. Anyway, everyone knows about the Fulton house, everyone accept the Watson family. As time grew on, the family started acting strange so I kind of blew it off and told myself not to worry about it but I was damn wrong.

One night I was just on my way to the house from the painting auction that I had been at all day and boy was I tired. As I walked up to the house, I noticed that the front porch light wasn't on and that worried me just a bit. I frowned as I waited a little longer but remembered that I had a spare key in my purse. I dug though my mess and l unlocked the door, waiting for ''Princess Mischief'' to come running to me and embracing my legs but not it seemed like not a single soul sounded though the whole house.

Me: Hello? Mr. Watson? Hello? There was a light coming from Mr. and Mrs. Watson's bedroom and all the lights were dimmed. I gulped hard as I made my way down the spooky hallway and into each room and calling her name as I got to the door to her room.