Idk man life of luxury

Shit gets real (kinda 🤷‍♀️)

Ok yeah I didn't go to bed since the last chapter I am desperately tired but sleeping is for nerds so I power through 💪
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(Chester's pov)

As we walked up the house I immediately felt as if something was off. (I mean it's practically expected at these houses) No light came from the house in total contrast to the brightly lit street surrounding it. An old wooden fence that appeared to at one point surround the property was falling down and broken. The steps were overgrown with weeds, and the lawn was more like a field. All in all giving the whole area a sad, sunken in feeling compared to well kept houses neatly lined in a row.

My heart beat quickened as Parker knocked on the door. 'Honestly what was I doing with my life? I should really get my shit together. This is not how I pictured my life to be.' I laughed to myself at the thought. 'What even really was my job?'

This thought was cut short by a quizzical look from Parker, and the door creaking open to reveal a scared looking woman dressed in all black as if in mourning. I exchanged a look with Parker as I opened my mouth to speak.

He promptly cut me off.

"Hello, are you Claire?" He asked in a clear but careful tone.

"No." She replied staring him dead in the eyes with the same fearful look.

"Oh uh.. we're friends with Claire does she live here?"

"Yes she's my daughter." She said quickly in a whispery voice giving the impression she was worried she might be overheard.

"Oh. Could we come in, and talk to her?"

  "I- I suppose." She said glancing inside and biting her lip, as if she was caught between two choices.

"Thank you," Parker motioned at me to follow him, "Come on dude."

As we entered the house a nauseous feeling washed over me. And judging by the look on Parker's face he felt it too. The house reeked of something dead, as if someone had left a carcass out in the summer heat then drug it inside. I had to repress a gag as we marched farther into the building, the smell only getting stronger.

And true to her word, there were indeed black stains littering the ceiling with a black goop dripping down into puddles on the floor. I looked at Parker fearfully, but my fright was almost immediately replaced with an eye roll.

Parker walked slowly, taking care to avoid the puddles so he wouldn't stain his white shoes. 'Why does he care so much about how he looks? He should know he's attractive, proved by countless times he'd been hit on in their videos.' Looking back up, I finally took in the lady's appearance. She was short and plump with salt and pepper hair that fell in a sheet down her back. She looked about late 50s early 60s, and walked in a very labored manner almost like a limp. It accured to me we had yet to learn her name. I cleared my throat to speak,

"So uh.. ma'am, what's your name?" I asked politely,

"My name?" She repeated in a dreamy voice as she stopped walking, and stared into space.

"Uh- yeah?" At this clarification she turned on her heel to face us.

"My name is Nicole." She said dropping the previous dazed tone, as she spoke in a sure voice.

"I'm Parker and that's Chester." Parker chimed in extending his hand.

She looked down at his hand then back up several times before she turned and set off again. Parker lowered his hand defeated as I snickered at him. He shot me a glare as he continued down the hall after Nicole.

Shortly thereafter, she stopped dead in her tracks and turn to face the door I presumed to be her daughter's. Before she opened it I took notice of the deep long scratch's carved into the wood. I was about to say something to Parker when Nicole opened it and shouted inside.

"Your friends are here," she paused the turned to us, "My husband is sleeping, so be quiet and no funny business." And with that she took off away from them with a suspicious look etched into her features.

Me and Parker simultaneously started forward and were reaching out for the doorknob when it twisted and swung violently on its hinges. We both jumped back just in time as it slammed into the blackened wall. Only one thought crossed my mind as who I assumed to be Claire peaked her head out. 'What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?'
                   
                 A girl who looked about our age maybe a little older, with the same salt and pepper hair as her mother's, and large doe eyes peered at us from behind the door and slowly emerged into full view.
                  
     'She's beautiful.' I noted in my mind. But in an art museum type of way. Something to be admired at a distance, and not to be messed with. She was tan, with hair cascading around her shoulders and down her back, and  brown eyes that eyed them wearily. But there was a profound sadness about her I can't quite describe. Like she was a beautiful painting, yes, but one that depicted a great tragedy. She was pretty but I got past that quickly.

                Unfortunately Parker did not.
                 
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Ok ima leave it here because why not? This was super fun to write even if it's a little shitty and I am really excited to write the next chapter but I'm going my to sleep before my head explodes 🤠