The House On Beverly Lane

Chapter 5: All Things Go

My dad ran over to the stove to remove what was burning.

It was a voodoo doll, but with real human skin. Bad thoughts began to go through my mind.

Like who's skin it was and what they did to get the skin. Then it came to me that I didn't want to think about it being my brothers skin, and that he's probably somewhere dead, or being tortured.

My dad came up to us to show us the doll. I looked closer to find that there was a note on the back of the doll. I took the note and began to read out loud.

"here is the thing ..get me what I want or your son dies, I made a list of things that I want , but you have to find  it once you've completed the task  I will come back to give you your last task. you have 48 hours to do so or bye bye issac." it read.

I was happy to hear that my brother was still alive but scared that he might get killed.

"okay so now we have to go on some dumb scavenger hunt just to get our son back. That's just great." says my mom while walking out of the kitchen.

"well I don't know about yall but we are wasting time. We still have to find this list." I say while following my mom.

" okay so mom you and I will start upstairs and dad you look down here." I say while going upstairs.

me and my mom go upstairs. I start in my room. I look under the bed, nothing there. I look behind the dresser, nothing there. I look by my clothes and nothing there. Next I go to my brothers room. I look in his bed nothing there but dirty underwear. I looked behind his dresser nothing there but an old sandwich. And I stop there cause I don't want to look in his clothes and find a rat.

Next I go in my moms room. I noticed that the door was locked.

"AHHHHH!!!" I heard my mom scream.

lucky me I know how to pick a lock.

I opened the door to find her staring at the portrait.

when I looked at the portrait my heart stopped beating and my mouth dropped to the floor.

instead of it being the lady in the portrait, it was my brother.

he looked unconscious. laying in a dark room.

when I looked closer I saw someone standing behind him with an evil smile holding an empty bottle that had my brothers name on it.

then out of no where I heard my brothers voice in my head, he was trying to tell me something.

-its in your room- he says.

I ran to my room to look back where I looked before and I still had not found anything. 

Then I decided to think outside the box.

I went and stood on my bed to remove the portrait to find a piece of paper tapped to the wall.

"MOM DAD I FOUND IT!" I yell with determination.

my mom and dad rush to my room to find out what was on the list.

I began to read:

-rope

-empty glass bottle

-white cover sheet

-skin

I say with confusion.

"well where are we supposed to get these things" says my mom while getting irritated.

before I could say anything we all heard a big bang in my brothers room.

we all ran to find broken glass everywhere.

I think it was just me but I swear I saw my brother sitting on the bed. he didn't have a mouth, nose, or eyes just a head.

I ran to him forgetting that there was glass on the floor. before I reached the bed he disappeared.

I looked down at my feet to find 5 pieces of glass deep in each foot.

but I was too upset seeing my brother like that to actually feel the pain.

my dad got a broom to sweep the glass out the way to get to me.

they took me downstairs and laid me on the couch.

they began to remove the glass out of my feet. As a tear rolled down my face I began to picture my brother in my mind. I didn't scream I didn't flinch I didn't even move. My whole body just felt numb.

I closed my eyes as my dad finished. just when he was done we heard a scream. My life is over.