I'm in love with a monster (Camren)

Chapter 3

Camila plugged in her record player and put on one of her favourite records blasting the music throughout every corner of the house. She was dressed slightly summery even though it was just turning autumn and the leaves where slowly fading brown, dying out. A dress made out of cotton falling to her mid thigh and was yellow and white was what Camila had decided to wear today. She danced around the house with a feather duster in her right hand sliding around in her white, fluffy socks down the low lit halls. She patted her duster over all the objects in the house getting rid of the grime layer of dust that conquered the house. She ran in and out of rooms sing the lyrics, of the song that blurred through the house, at the top of her lungs.

Baby, love really hurts without you,

Love really hurts without you,

And it's breaking my heart,

but what can I do?

Camila chuckled loudly stepping down the stairs wiggling her hips side to side in the beat of the music. She had just finished cleaning the upstairs and it was time to start the ground floor. She sang the lyrics even louder than before when suddenly the track stopped. Camila stood there puzzled for a few moments, since it was weird that the song had stopped because it was only half way through the song. The only way it could of stopped playing if someone had deliberately messed with it.

Camila retraced her steps up the stairs as she walked into, what she claimed as her bedroom. She looked over at her record player which had the stick moved off the thin disc and the disc was spinning slowly around and around repetitively. Someone had defiantly altered the record player... or maybe it was the end of the song. No. Impossible. The song would of faded out not just cut off randomly. This sent a shiver down Camila's body, she had never been this scared since she first watched A nightmare on Elm street when she was seven years old; this was when she first got into horror films. When she stared at the record player she got that feeling again, the feeling that she got when she felt someone was watching. She jolted her head around but yet no one was behind her. The house was empty, she convinced herself. Only her was in this house no one else. Camila brushed this under the carpet, however it still played on the back of her mind. She switched off her record player and raced down the steps again continuing her cleaning session pretending that it never happened.

Camila eventually finished dusting the whole house she had forgot to dust the study upstairs, so she went back up to the second floor. After cleaning, she exited the study she halted at the bottom of the stairs of the attic room. She crept up the stairs avoiding the creaky steps as she placed the key in the locking hearing the unlocking sound once she turned the key, that she got from her pocket. She turned the door knob and barged her shoulder against the door managing to open the door 1 cm before the hard door slammed shut against Camila's force. Camila was overly concerned. She had been living in this house for over one month now and she was now considering someone else was in this house. No. Impossible. She thought again.

"Hello?" Camila spoke out to the closed the door in her face.

She laughed to herself, perhaps she was going slightly crazy from this household. No one else was in this house but Camila. She tip toed back down the grands staircase and waltzed into the kitchen. She turned on her small, brown radio trying to tune into a channel but was unsuccessful since all she could hear was static sounds. She rolled her eyes annoyingly, she wanted to hear someone's voice; she had been extremely lonely lately. Camila raided her fridge pulling out a few vegetables then collecting a chopping board, and a sharp knife. She placed the carrot down on the board firmly with her left and started chopping up the carrot quickly. She peeled an onion and diced it up on the board again.

Suddenly, the knife sliced down on her finger and Camila screeched out loudly dropping the knife on to the floor. She darted to the kitchen roll, tearing a sheet of the flimsy tissue off and wrapping it around her finger but soon the tissue soaked with the red liquid. She left the blood covered tissue on her the kitchen counter and grabbed her first aid kit rushing into the bathroom. She ran her finger under the water washing away any dry blood and wrapped a large plasters around her middle finger. Camila winced in pain walking back into the kitchen and over to where she had left the tissue but it wasn't there. She looked all over the kitchen counter and floor and yet the tissue was no where to be seen. She put away the vegetables losing her appetite after the seeing the sight of blood. Even Camila loved horror she hated the sight of blood, which was unusual.

Camila made herself a cup of tea and strolled upstairs to her study. She settled the tea down on the desk and eyed the box in the corner of the room which see remembered seeing earlier when she was cleaning. She sat down next to it and lifted to the lid. She furrowed her eyebrows lifting out hundreds of news articles from out of the box dating back to what seemed the Tudor and Victorian era.

Family of four found dead inside their home, cause of death: Unknown.

Man found dead at his home after only purchasing the place 2 weeks ago, cause of death: Unknown.

A couple found dead in their garden within 1 month of living in 727 Oakwood road, cause of death: unidentifiable bite mark on the neck.

Two women die at their home after 2 weeks of staying at 727 Oakwood road that's been labelled creepiest house of the year, cause of death: A unidentifiable animal bite mark

A family of five all discovered dead by the window cleaner at their family home, 727 Oakwood road. Cause of death: an unidentifiable bite mark from some sort of animal.

Camila could go on but she'd be there all night reading these articles. Every person who had lived in this house had died. The articles ranged from modern to the Victorian era papers, who had decided to keep these? Camila couldn't read on, it made her feel sick to her stomach. She put the handful of articles back into the box on top of, what it seemed to be more newspaper articles. Camila let out a shaky breath gulping terrifyingly as she stood up sitting down at her desk, where she left her cup of tea.

On top of her desk was Camila's laptop. She was currently unemployed but was trying to be an author since she had a passion for writing. That's why her study was her favourite place because it had tall shelves against around all of the walls, that stretched to the top of the ceiling. The books ranged from modern romances to mystery murders and books that seemed untouched to books that looked as old as time. She adjusted herself in the hard, itchy chair flipping her laptop lid up switching it on. She clicked her fingers bringing up her recent story she had stated writing. It was a horror, of course. Her fingers tapped all over the neat keyboard as her short brown her bobbed up down every time she made a small movement.

Hours later, Camila finished one chapter off her book. Her eyes bagged down tiredly as she glanced at the time on the laptop reading '1:54 am'. She yawned widely dragging her dysfunctional body to her bed and rolled into her cold bed wrapping herself in the covers.

She nearly fell asleep straight away until she heard her door creak open slowly. Camila forced her eyes to peel open and look over at her door that had opened. She groaned shutting it and going back to bed again, the draft she thought.