Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Four

My body ached as I slowly stood up, grabbing the doorknob for support. What I hadn't seen was that the door was ajar. When I grabbed it, it flung open, making me lose balance and fall right on my face. I groaned softly as I pulled myself up once again and carefully walked inside my house. When I saw the state it was in, I immediately panicked and pulled out my cellphone, calling the local police station.

"This is the Mullingar police station, how can I help you?" A soft and gentle voice spoke.

"Yes, this is Riley Clark and I think someone has been in my house tonight." I rambled, taking a few steps back, too scared to walk inside.

"Can I have your adress, please?" She replied, while I turned around and walked back to my truck and climbed inside, locking both doors.

"My adress is Orchard road 23, could you please send someone?" I asked her while I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, looking around nervously.

"We have an officer available, he'll be there in about ten minutes, alright darling?"

I sighed in relief and answered her, "Thank you!" after I had hung up, I frantically started to bite my nails, something I hadn't done in a very long time.

After about fifteen minutes, I spotted a car on the driveway, eventually stopping next to the house. A man in his early fifties, dressed in a police uniform got out and looked up at the house, almost as if he was overthinking things. I opened the the door and carefully got out of my truck when he saw me.

"Miss, my name is Jeff Dawson, you'd like to report a burglary?" He held out his hand for me to shake, which I did as I introduced myself. "I'm Riley Clark, last night when I came home, I had trouble opening my front door and had to decide to sleep outside due to the door not opening. When I woke up about thirty minutes ago, the door was open and my house looked like someone other than me had been in it." I rambled.

The man nodded, holding his hand on the gun that was attached to his belt while he walked up the steps to the porch. He entered the house as I leaned against the hood of my truck and tried to control my ragged breathing.

Why did all of this had to happen to me?

About five minutes later, the officer came walking through the front door. He stopped in front of me and ran a hand through his light brown hair.

"I'm sorry, miss Clark, there's no one inside the house and it doesn't look like anyone has been in it. There are no traces of a break in, no forcefully opened locks or windows, nothing. He spoke.

"What?" I stuttered.

"You are welcome to call or station if you can find more clues but right now, I can't help you." He stuck out his hand and as I shook it, he nodded and started walking back to his car.

"Thank you." I raised my voice slightly so he could hear me. He turned his head and smiled kindly at me before getting in his car and driving back to where ever he had to go.

Feeling a little safer now that I knew the house had been inspected and apparently nobody is or has been in the house, I walked in and closed the door behind me. I pulled out a chair from beneath the kitchen table and sat down, pulling out my phone and calling the first number that came to mind.

"This is William Rodriquez, how can I help you?"

"Yes, Mr. Rodriquez, this is Riley Clark speaking." I replied while trying to get my jacket off with one hand.

"Miss Clark! How are you? Still satisfied with the house?" He spoke while I had managed to get rid of my jacket by waving my arm around like a retarded seal, making the piece of clothing fall to the ground.

"Actually, I'm not sure. I had to sleep on the porch tonight because the front door wouldn't open last night and two days ago it suddenly flew open, hitting me in the face. Also, the TV has been acting rather strange as well. It plays random words that are put together in sentences without even showing any images and goes on and off by itself." I spoke while tapping my fingers on the old wooden table.

It was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat and started talking again.

"You know, Miss Clark, it's an old house and it's normal for an old house to have flaws." He spoke, sounding like a father who was scolding his child for stealing a cookie. "I'm afraid you will have to call a handyman if you are experiencing these kind of problems."

"It's alright, Mr. Rodriquez. I'll just figure it out by myself, thank you for your time." I replied a little harshly but this man was really getting on my nerves.

"Feel free to call me again and keep me updated, Miss Clark, have a nice day." He spoke triumphantly before he hung up.

Well, that was rude.

I sighed and put my head in my hands. Why did these kind of things always had to happen to me? Why couldn't I just live a normal, boring life like everyone else?

I stood up and walked up the stairs, heading to the bathroom so I could take a very long shower, the kind that Greenpeace protests against.

Yes, that kind of shower I will have right now.

I closed the door behind me and stripped out of my clothes, dropping them on the floor and carefully stepping in the shower, it was still a little wet from the dripping water and I didn't want to slip and break my neck.

I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, every now and then putting my hand under the stream to feel the temperature. When it was just right, I stepped under it and instantly felt my muscles relax, this is exactly what I needed.

While I was combing through my hair with my fingers, I suddenly felt something cold and hard moving on my head. I grabbed it with my right hand and threw it on the floor.

A cockroach.

Nice try, house, but I'm not afraid of insects.

I reached out behind the curtain and grabbed a paper towel, picking the bug up with it before I stepped out of the shower, leaving the water turned on. I opened the little window and threw it out, dropping the paper towel on the floor.

When I got back under the water, it had turned cold. I sighed and quickly washed myself with the cold water. When I was done, I got out and wrapped a clean towel around my body and walked back to my bedroom. After I had dried myself, I put on my baggy grey sweatpants and a black tank top. I crawled under the covers of my bed, ready to catch up on some sleep.

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I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, not being able to close my eyes for more than five seconds, let alone fall a sleep. I kept having the feeling that I was being watched. I had gotten out of my bed two times, walking around the whole house only to find out that I was completely alone, there was nobody there.

Maybe I was just being paranoid, maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.

All I knew was that I couldn't even think about sleeping right now so I pushed the covers off of me and got out of my not even comfortable bed, running a hand through my hair. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, seeing it was 5.45 pm.

I walked down the stairs and grabbed my laptop, turning it on while taking a seat on the couch. I opened Google and eventually found what I was looking for. I called the local pizza place and ordered a large Pepperoni pizza.

I decided on watching Netflix on my laptop, I didn't dare to turn on the TV after what happened the other day. I clicked on my favorite show, Orange Is The New Black.

Maybe some good ol' Netflix and junkfood will take my mind off things.

A/n: So here's the next chapter, I hope you like it. To those who are giving this story a chance, thank you, I love you all!

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