adventures of Jackson

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Jackson's Point of View
She was shivering in my grasp. I wanted to level with her, but neither of our emotional states were at ease. It makes sense now though, the reason why she was avoiding the subject anyways. Between her gloom and tears, she must've felt guilty for leaving Sam for me, but since it was real apparently, does she still feel the same? I didn't want to rush her, she would just push me away even more. I found all of my forgotten things when I moved out and attempted to find Emily's bike through the thunderous rain. It was pouring, but the only place I had to go was Emily's. Two white headlights sheared through the rain and pulled into Jenna's driveway. The car cruised up to me and came a stop. It was Sam. I could see someone sitting in the passenger seat with him, I couldn't put a name on him though. Not only was sam already most likely suspicious as to why I was alone with Jenna, he would probably flip if he saw that she was teary eyed. The best way to stall in this circumstance is to catch a ride with him.
A couple minutes passed when I saw the peak of Emily's roof. I looked back to thank Sam, but the other passenger sat glaring at me. I swear I know him. The gate door was left open from when I left, and there was a hunched character in the yard. I cautiously crammed myself through the ajar door. Emily was plowing through her weeds still.
"Emily!"
She jumped.
"What on earth are you doing out here?"
She gathered herself together.
"I quite like the rain." She replied.
"You're gonna catch a cold."
"Don't worry, I've had by far many, you could say I'm immune."
That stubborn brat.
"Suit yourself."
I almost made it to the doorway when I heard her call out.
"Jackson, don't go in the basement."
Why wouldn't she want me in something like a conventional lower level that just so happens to contain conspiracies of haunted stories and ghosts? It wasn't obligatory, either she was a mass murder or a lost child trying to find her way in life through one direction posters. I do wonder sometimes if I'm living with a potential candidate for an insane asylum. Not mention that I sleep in the same house as them.
I watched emily from the shaded porch for a while, such a small garden doesn't need this much care, does it?
"Hey Emily, you said you lived with your sister, right?"
She gave me a cold stare with a blank face and replied, "yes" in an eery voice.
"Mind telling me why she's never here?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh- just wondering, no reason really."
She gave a soft grunt followed by a fulfilled silence.
"My sister is always here. In elementary school, people used to tell me 'be careful getting involved in things that aren't real.' They were insane, I just had better eye perception than them. The kids would say that she's dead and has been for a while, but I could always see her. Don't you?"
"-yeah sure, but Emily, if they said she was dead, wouldn't she have to actually have died?"
"She never died okay??!"
"I'm just saying, wouldn't your parents have said something or-"
"They're gone. At least for now. When I said they're in Canada, I mean that they have been for a long time."
Again with her parents. I'm not buying this whole "sister" situation, what if she's just delusional? How does she afford this house by herself? I've never actually seen her work or anything.
"No need to just stand here, can't you see it's pouring you idiot, get inside!"
Alright sure. I threw the belongings of mine that I picked up and threw them to the side. I sprinted the first few steps upstairs but slowed when I began to tense up. My hear was pacing and my eyes latched on In Front of me making it difficult to tilt my head the other way. Somebody... something dawned on me. I could only see the shadow of a person. My spine felt vulnerable and threatened, and so did I. I was already put into this situation, it's not like I can just stand still forever hoping this thing would just leave. I took the risk to face the creature, and surprisingly enough, it mimicked the face of Emily's. Is this her, her sister? She maneuvered along a path she had set for herself to get around me and up the stairs which just so happened to be the place I wanted take also. I allowed her to go first while using every ounce in me to stay calm. I saw that she had one of my boxes, and by the look of it, it seemed like the box that contained my original black and blue basketball shoes, a signature of mine, but what did she want with them?