It speaks! (short story)

It speaks!

A/N: This is just something I wrote when I was bored. 

Dreaming about corn is strange, but it's stranger when some strange noises, in the middle of the night, don't let you dream about them. People in this strange place, called Crimson Harbor Avenue, are used to these strange occurrences.

Except me.

Our house is not like every other house in our locality. It has damp wooden ceilings, a strange coldness even though the heater is turned on for the whole day, eerie rooms, and strange noises.

This house makes me feel like I am in a horror movie but unaware of the plot and appearances.

"Don't make me come up there young lady!" I hear my mother scream on top of her lungs. I can say I am used to that. Well, at least I never felt the need to buy alarm clocks.

Realizing, 'five more minutes' is not an option and my mother could bombard my room any minute, I manage to stand up. A chill runs down my spine as my feet touch the cold marble floor. I drag myself out of the room and make my way downstairs.

Our mornings are usually peaceful. It's after 12 when my mother starts running around the house and screaming at almost anyone or anything. If I ever see my mother yelling at a flower vase, I wouldn't be surprised, at all.

But why after 12 you ask? Because, according to my grandma, "spirits are the weakest after 12." She thinks our house is haunted. I don't blame her though. She tries her best to get my mother into thinking the same, while my mother refuses to believe it.

"Laurel dear, believe me."

"No mom, these are just the side effects of...of the pills you've been taking lately." I hear faint noises from my mother's room.

Not caring that my entrance would interrupt their conversation, I barge in.

Their heads shoot up as I enter the room. Thinking this is the best opportunity to sneak out, my mother picks up the bundle of clothes she had been folding and walks out of the room.

"Morning Grandma!" I say with the brightest smile. But instead of returning that smile along with a sweet 'morning dear', she motions me to extend my ear. "Emily dear, you know I am not crazy. I've heard noises. Strange, peculiar noises!" grandma says, with the same apprehension.

I wanted to say something like "Grandma, trust me, you're not the only one."

But before I could say anything, Grandma jumps up clutching my hand. She already starts making her way out of the room when I realize it was the telephone that made her jump.

Riiiiing, Riiiiing! I hear the telephone. The noise of the ringing echoes in our old, empty house. After processing everything that had just happened, I marched after grandma. My mother is nowhere to be seen. I find this odd because usually she is the one who answers the telephone.

My grandma picks up the telephone, her hands shaky. Her eyes widen as she listens to the person on the other side of the phone.

Everything that happened after that, well let's just say it was another usual day.

She slowly turns her head towards me. Her mouth opened in a little 'o' shape and terrified expressions. "I told you" grandma says, barely audible. My body stiffens as I wait for my grandma to say something. After a long pause she points to the receiver, "It speaks!"

THE END.

Hope you liked this! Its...okay....if you didn't....

Stay psycho xx