Ana Marie's Story (on hold)

Leaving

(Pic above is Lilyshine)
   Mum greeted us with hugs, hellos and kisses on the cheek, but it was so hard not wanting to yell at her for making us move somewhere else. We got the last of our belongs into van, hoped into the car, and drove. I looked out the window as our once called home faded in the distance with the sky dark and cloudy, I just knew it was going to get worst than it already is.
    After a few hours of driving, mum pulled over and went to get some gas and things. Darryl was asleep in the front seat and Mitch well he's listening to music on the radio but I couldn't help but think of what the moaning girl said early. Who's she? What's her story? Soon I got that cold chill in my throat, I looked outside and saw a tall man shadow like figure across the lot. I stared at him as he stared right back. Everything, the car engine, Darryl's snoring, and Mitch's music, faded away until all I could heard was silent then slight ring then a scratchy 'Po'-ing noise, get louder and louder and louder. Until it was as if in my ears, I tried to cover ears but it got louder. Then pure murdering scream started as well, increasing the noise. I'm tearing, eyes shut, ears cover by my hands, and rocking back and forth in my seat, praying the noise and screaming will end soon.
  I looked towards the man, to see him right outside my door with his face against it. Showing one of creepiest face I'm seen. A pale man like face with black lips, raze sharp teeth, huge red yellow horns, long legs and arms, cat yellow eyes that looked in your soul to steal it, and werewolf like body. I scream absolutely terrified.

I woke up in a start, to see I'm still in the car. We're still on the road, Darryl and Mitch are talking about sports and mum driving. Like nothing ever happen. But I could feel that demon-man's presents near or following me. I shook it off as I did, Dar, Darryl's nickname form me, noticed I'm awake. "Hey sleeping beauty. Have a nice rest" he asked turning to me smiling. I shrugged fixing my hair," it was okay." He nodded. Mitch is the only one who knows of me being a median. I can't tell mum or she'll take to see a doctor or worst. Dar isn't really an open mind to that kind of things. Mitch looked over concerned as to asked ghost or spirit. I nodded.

After a good 3 hours we finally arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It wasn't too bad, for a little town especially in 1962. It was at least past 9:00 pm. I could see teens walking around with their own people and adults walking with their kids and husbands or even just their friends hanging out. But we weren't stay here. Just off of here, our stepdad, Alan, owned some land and build he's house there, we'll just go to school here, I guess. Yay more Prisons. As we drove by I could tell the different kind groups they had here. Rich kids, who I call Richie but are actually called Socs according to the teens here, and poor kids who remind me of Greasers. Just like my book "The Outsiders".
Another 30 mins past and I could see a big white 3 story house in the distance. It remind me of the ones in horror movies or stories......