"Mom!?" I shouted into the phone, my voice trembling with fear.
"What's wrong, Brooke? Why are you calling me?" Mom's voice sounded concerned.
"I'm scared, please come home," I pleaded desperately.
"Brooke, I still have 3 hours of work left," Mom replied, her tone slightly exasperated.
"Mom, there's someone at the house, please, I'm scared," I insisted.
"Don't play with me, Brooke," Mom warned sternly.
"I'm not playing, please come home," I begged, my voice quivering.
"Where is that man?" Mom demanded.
"What man?" I asked, confused.
"The man that's inside the house," Mom clarified.
"Mom, it's not a man... you won't believe me, but I heard someone up from my room," I confessed hesitantly.
"Brooke..." Mom trailed off, sounding unsure.
"Mom, I think there is a ghost in our house. I'm scared," I confessed, my heart pounding.
"Brooke..." Mom began, sounding sceptical.
"Mom, just come home. I'm all alone and scared-
"BROOKE!! What the heck are you saying? You think I'm up for your games? I am here working my ass off, and you call me up in the middle of my work to talk nonsense?" Mom snapped, her voice filled with frustration. As I sat on the floor of the living room, holding the phone in my sweaty hand, the room felt eerie. My breath came out in heavy gasps, my body trembling uncontrollably. The phone slipped from my grasp, crashing loudly to the floor, echoing through the empty house. When would Brad come back home? I thought desperately, trying to steady myself. My legs felt like jelly as I attempted to stand, grabbing onto the table for support. But my efforts were futile, and I collapsed back onto the floor. Suddenly, the front door pushed open on its own, causing me to gasp in terror. "Brad!" I cried out, relief flooding through me as I saw my brother enter. "Eww!" he exclaimed, pushing me away when I hugged him.
"Why are you so late?" I demanded, clinging to him desperately. Brad pinched my stomach, and I winced in pain. "Ow!" I protested.
"What's wrong with you today?"
"Iam just happy you're back," I replied, trying to hide my fear.
"You're creepy," Brad teased, sticking out his tongue before darting upstairs.
"Wait, Brad! Don't go upstairs!" I called after him, but he ignored my warning. Frantically, I chased after him, only to slip and fall on my elbow. "Ow!! What's happening today?" I cried out, rolling on the floor in agony. As the pain slowly subsided, I struggled to my feet, still shaking from the ordeal. "You're the one who said not to run on the stairs, but you did it too," Brad scolded me, bending down to rub my head.In frustration; I slapped the top of his head and muttered, "And look what you did to me."
"It's your fault you fell down," Brad retorted, unfazed by my anger.
"How was school today?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"That big old lady always yells at us," Brad complained.
"Don't call Ms. Blackberry a big old lady," I scolded him, knowing how much he disliked his kindergarten teacher.
"Ok, Brad, listen to me," I said, taking a deep breath.
"Who is Robbie?"
"You won't believe me even if I told you," Brad replied, his eyes widening in fear.
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Sinister
Mystery / Thriller"Sinister" follows Brooke, a young girl who moves into a new house and begins to experience eerie and supernatural occurrences. As the ghostly events intensify, Brooke confronts malevolent spirits and unravels a chilling mystery that ties her fate t...
