The gravelstone grave yard

~CհɑԹԵҽɾ օղҽ-EӀӀíօԵ~

"Hold on sport, let me getcha down from there." Father picked me up out of the seat and set me safely on the ground.
"Thanks daddy." I say.
"Anytime sport!" He rubs his fingers through my hair.
"Here's your toy box, Elliot."
Larry my eldest brother pushed it along into my new room.
"Hey I can do it!!!" I protested, trying to yank the box from his hands.
"Yeesh fine, you idiot. It's heavy and when you call for help I ain't comin' for ya."
I ignored Larry and heaved the heavy box up the stairs.
This is heavy. I should have listened to Larry...
I ignored the stares from Larry and now from Crystal my eldest sister, Also known as Larry's twin. I glared at them both once I reached the top of the stairs.
"See? I told you I could do it!" I boasted and pushed the box into my room.
My room had a nice shiny wooden floor with a large walk in closet.
"New hiding place, Hell yeah!" I whispered because I knew I wasn't supposed to cuss.
But I didn't care.
I picked up the box and let the toys fall into the toy chest, wincing as one of my favorite toys fell on my foot.
"Damn it Ow!!" I groaned and picked him up, a transformer
"Really, bumble bee?" Bumble bee was my favorite Transformer in the whole wide world.
I put him on the wooden shelf above my bed.
The adults already had the furniture in the house, so it was easier. I had a large antique Wardrobe in my room.
I opened its larg wooden doors and stared inside.
Then I thought I saw something behind me in the mirror. I whipped around but nothing was there so I shrugged it off and kept placing my toys in the Toy chest.
"Elliot.............. Elliot.................. Elliot................." Once I heard the voices calling my name I ran out of my room yelling at the top of my lungs.
"What's the matter, Lil bro did a g-g-ghost try and get you?" Larry teased.
"No..." I glared up at him.
"Okay then." Larry walked off laughing. I kicked at him and glared.
I KNEW this place was haunted. I knew it. But the others didn't know.
They don't know anything worth shit.
I know I know i'm only six and I cuss ten times more then my father, but then again you should see my eight year old brother Larry.
When he's alone or he thinks he's alone, he cusses a storm.
He taught me how to let my patience free without even knowing.
I used to watch him go out into the porch or somewhere away from our parents and cuss about his day, and he would relax.
I soon resumed this but he stopped when mom caught him calling daddy "A bastard." And he got whooped. Hard.

"Elliot, Dinner's ready!" Mother called from the kitchen. I jumped out of my chair from drawing.
I had a drawing of a shadow.....
It had a faint face, no eyes, a gaping black mouth and horns...
Must not let mom or anyone else see that, I thought distantly as I ran down the stairs.
"Ellio-"Mom was cut off as I yelled,
"Ow!!" Something pushed me down the stairs and I plummeted down, knocking my head into the wall in landing. I screamed and cried at my leg which felt like it was snapped in half.
"Elliot!" Mother was at my side. Good thing she was a nurse, I soon passed out.
"El-ell-lio-t.......-....."
My eyes blinked open.
I was laying in my bed, a ice pack on my head and.... A cast on my leg...
"My leg hurts sooo bad...." I muttered silently, scanning the room in pure, eye stinging fear.
"E-ll-io-t.......-....."...I heard the faint whispering....What was that?
"E-ll-io-t........-......." A voice statically audibly rasped faintly.
"Who's there?" I shakily replied, my eyes flickering across the room.
"E-ll-iot..... P-la-y wi-th m-e....."
The voice whispered, louder then before.
"Larry? Crystal? is that you?" I whimpered.
"Do-on't yo-u n-ee-d t-o pla-y a-ll th-e ti-me?"
"Who are you? Leave me alone!" I screamed and ducked under the covers, crying as my leg tossed a bit.
I tried to block the whispering out, but the relentless voices were now inside my mind.

Then, I saw it.