*Madi's POV*
"MOM"!? I cried and ran out onto the porch. She was laying down on the floor boards, her head crumpled between her knees.
"Mom? Mom! What happened?!" I cried and ran to kneel beside her. She didn't move for a moment so i seized her arm and lifted her in a sitting position. Her eyes were blank and her mouth hung open in a O formation. A storm was going on, just outside us. "What's happened?!" I asked again.
Slowly she began to come to, and grabbed my wrist.
"I saw her"! She yelled at me, i jumped back, but she held onto my wrist.
"Who, who did you see? Who was at the door?" I demanded.
"It was her! I saw... I saw your great aunt Rosa Lee." She cried shaking my wrist
How could that be? We were the only family of our kind left.
*****
We had to move.
That was the final decision.
This was creeping me out way too much. I slumped back onto my bed, but kept my eye on the window; on the house across the street. It seemed so alive a few minutes ago, and now it was as dead as night. Though the house was swaying back and forth from the storm, but other than that it was quiet.
Madi Black had ran out to her mother right when i had ran back into my house. I had forgotten the sketch completly and even now i could see the sheet of note paper through the window, and on their front porch. They hadn't taken it in.
I stole a quick glance at the clock.
It was only 8:00. Dylan and Tyler wouldn't be home until late tonight. i switched on the light at my bed side and swung my legs into bed. I hadn't bothered to change or shower, even if I was chilled to the bone. My hair was matted around my face and my toes and fingers were numb from the cold.
The scream of Mrs.Black replayed in my mind like a broken record and for the second time that evening i had a sense of recognition to the voice. But i hadn't heard that scream before, but it was some sort of relevant noise. I had locked every door in the house and that included the windows too. And I planned to stay that way until Dylan and Tyler returned. Hopefully they would leave early and come home.
*Tylers POV*
The stands around us erupted into cheers as the Lakers made another shot from the 3 point line. I tried to clap loudly but with the cotton candy taking up much of the capacity of my hands, it wasn't easy. Dylan was sitting in the plastic chair, obviously not enjoying himself. I tried to ignore it though. The cheering people around us though, seemed fine. We were placed in the center of the stands that surrounded the court. So the bright spotlights that shined down on the players were right above us and that made it extremely hot. I tried to ignore that too. A loud gong sounded and signified the half time mark.
Lakers were in the lead against the Bears by only 6 points. It wasn't a very exciting game though unless you count the fact that some guy on the Bears broke his nose.
Everyone began to contiune there noisy chatter as the players on the court exit to there locker rooms. I sat down next to Dylan and shovel some cotton candy in my mouth.
"Whats the matter with you? We tried to have a bonding time together but all you do is sit there." I demanded finally.
"Well obviously you don't care." He said.
"What are you so upset about?" I said angrily. I was only trying to help!
"Emma is home alone! And shes paranoid." He stammered.
Thats what he was upset about?! Emma?
I wanted to tell him to chill out and relax but decided that wouldnt be the right way.
"umm... Ok sorry"? I said.
Ok fine, I guess I wasn't the best comforter.
"I think we should go home." Dylan declared finally standing up.
