"father..." i said while slowly backing off.
No. No. No. No. This isnt true. This is just an illusion. Yes, all of this is just an illusion. Illusion. Illusion
"they need to get some rest though. wait-- yes sweetheart?"he's talking on his phone oh my god oh my god oh my god everything he said to Hazel is all a joke. Hazel planned all of this too, they both made this to freak me out. My step-mother-to-be planned this illusion too.
He's seeing this too. For sure. No. No. No. Father do something. Tell me what i see infront of me is all a joke. Its a stupid joke.
I hid behind my father. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Make them go away. Make them go away. There's no way what im seeing infront of me is true. No way. No way.
"tell me this is a joke..." i said in a shaky voice
It is. Its an illusion he made. He loves to make jokes. You know that. Maybe its just another prank. Right, he's a mad man. Your father is a mad man who created this jokely illusion infront of you.
"hey Simms, where's the bathroom?" one of the boys who is an illusion asked
How come he knows my father's name? Oh glob. Maybe he's a ghost. Yes. He's a ghost. Father cant hear him. He's a ghost. All i am seeing is a ghost. Right. A ghost.
"at the left side beside the stairs, Grant" he hung up on the phone"Harper what?"he said then turned to me
Ohmyglob ohmyglob ohmyglob father can hear him. Shut up shut up shut up.
"tell me this is a joke" i said while looking at the two boys sitting on our couch.
One has brown hair and blue eyes. The other one has dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. Both are tan, and kind of resemble each other. The first one looks older than the other. Theyre talking to each other and then proceeds to stare at me. CREEPY. I quickly divert my stares and looked at my father.
"oh, i havent introduced them to you yet. come here"
He walked to the boys in the couch. They looked at father then stood up. But i remained to where i am standing earlier. What the hell is going on...
"hey boys blahblahblahblah" father bluberred. Its the thing father mastered, endless talking without pausing. And thats a thing i inherited from him.
The boy who left earlier-whom i know by the name Grant-came back and gave father a hug.
"ok boys. By the way" he finally ended and turned to me"Harper come here"
Harper. Yes. Harper. Its me, right? Yes. Harper. Im the only one standing here. Yes, i am Harper. Harper, come there he says. Right. That means go there, walk there. Harper, father told you to go there.
And go there i did. I stood behind father. And looked at Grant. Maybe the oldest of them three. Brown hair like the younger guy and green eyes like my step-mother-to-be, Hazel's.
oh glob.
OH GLOB.
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