Haunted (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

 CHAPTER TWO

Story Note: "I’m dead sure of it. I sure hope I won’t end up dead at all."

Scarlet's POV

I awake with the feeling of something cold touching the skin of my cheek. I peer open my eyes, widening them. I look around me from left to right... but nobody was there.

You're just imagining things, I say to myself.

I shake my head in annoyance, not wanting to over think myself all over again. I glance at my alarm clock and it reads 9:38AM. I notice the plate that I left last night along with my...wait a minute. Where was my sandwich?

I was about to go over to the plate when I felt myself stepping on something soft and squishy. It was my sandwich. I bend down, grabbing it from the cold hardwood floor and observe it. This was very strange. I could've sworn I left it on my plate which was on top of my bed side table. How did it get here?

Suddenly, my thoughts fly back to last night. All those weird noises, the footsteps I kept on hearing. Another thought comes unwelcome into my head.

I run over to my bedroom door. I stare down at the door knob nervously but eventually the guts inside me manned up to actually open the door. I slowly turned the knob and it made a 'cling' kind of noise. I let go, backing away. I did lock the door last night.

My mouth formed an "o" sort of shape and I carefully cupped it with the palm of my hand. More like slapped, though. Let's get this straight.

If I locked the door last night, and I most definitely didn't leave my sandwich lying lazily on the floor, then the intruder must've gotten in. The fear and terror I felt started coming back, striking me like a tidal wave. I paced across my room, copying just what I did last night.

It was nowhere near possible that they could’ve gotten inside here since I did lock the door. Unless, they came in and locked the door again before they closed it. But for what? To lay my sandwich on the damn floor? Seems invalid. I think of other ways that they could’ve done to get in.

The window? I ask myself.

I look over to my window, seeing it was closed and locked. I check to make sure and it is indeed, locked. I need to breathe. I need some air. I unlock my window and burst it wide open, letting the cool fresh air hit my exposed skin. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. I try to calm myself down by doing so. It seemed to help a little and when I finally received the much needed air, I restore the window back to a close. But not forgetting to remember that I need to lock it.

I sit on my bed, resting my hands behind my bare neck. How? How did it get in? I kept thinking of any ideas of how it found its way inside here.

If you haven’t noticed, I keep on calling it an “it” since I don’t really know if it’s a male or female. Unless...it was a ghost. I look up and let go of my neck. Abruptly, I have this uncontrollable need to laugh. So I do. Ghosts? There's no such thing.

Knock. Knock.

I flinch and quickly stand up from where I was sitting and watch as my aunt stroll inside my room. I sigh heavily in relief that it was just her.

"Woah. Somebody's a little bit jumpy today." My aunt said to me as she made her way over to where I stood.

I was still a little bit shaken up from last night up until right now. I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to think anymore. Nor what I'm supposed to believe. It’s not every day you hear bizarre noises in the middle of the night and misplaced sandwiches. Okay, that sentence itself is bizarre. I let out another uncontrollable laugh. My aunt looks incredulously at me but eventually laughs too. She puts her hand on my right shoulder beaming at me with her lovely smile. I stop laughing. What if Aunt Stella heard it last night too when she came home?