We pulled up to the house some time around nine. I was tired, yet moving boxes into the house was, of course, something that needed to be done.
The house had two stories, two bedrooms and two extra rooms. Travis and Leon unwillingly took the extra rooms. The white paint job was beginning to chip, and ivy was creeping up every outside wall. Not only that, but the whole house was surrounded by a thin wood. Is this even part of the neighbourhood? I thought.
"Errgh," Leon grunted, heaving a box out of the car and to the steps. "Ya weak," Travis remarked, snatching the box and holding it under his right arm. Leon shrugged. He didn't have the energy to fight with Travis right now. I sighed a sigh of relief.
Finally, after half an hour of moving boxes into the house, we were finished. I was beginning to park the car when I heard a distant scream.
The sky was black.
I was alone, outside.
Suddenly, everything was quiet.
Moments passed...
Then, completely unpredicted, the scream returned. It was louder, and more shrill, cutting the air like a knife. I hurried inside, slamming the door with all my might. I was panting.
"Are you alright?" Carry asked, arching an eyebrow. Travis peeked out of the kitchen, which was to the left.
"You guys didn't hear that?" I asked them, raising an eyebrow in return.
Travis shook his head and disappeared into the kitchen. Carry frowned.
"No. What was it?"
"Someone...outside. They were... screaming," I nervously replied.
Carry's frown turned into a set of pursed lips. She shook her head.
"No, we didn't hear anything. Maybe it's just our hearing."
"Or yours," Travis added from the kitchen.
"Are you suggesting I'm hearing things?"
"Entirely."
