A Celebrity Broke Into My House

C h a p t e r O N E

            "Would you turn that T.V off?" I asked my thirteen-year-old baby sister. I was cleaning things away on the coffee table and there were still dishes to wash. "You're not helping me at all."

            "Be quiet," Emily waved her hand dismissively. She didn't even look at me, it was as if her eyes were glued to the screen. "Aaron Anderson's on T.V!"

            "Well, I can't clean up by myself. It's too much," I whined like a little baby. The truth was, I didn't want to be in the kitchen all alone. It was scary. I stood in front of Emily with my hands on my hips.

            "Then watch it with me," Emily said, dragging me down onto the sofa. She looked like an innocent angel but she had the strength of a wrestler. I went down with an 'oof'.

            "Aaron Anderson's whereabouts in his upcoming tour concert are unknown but a private source has informed us that he's already in the city. Reports say that he was ambushed by fans in our City's airport and he was taken to a safe haven," the spokeswoman paused before doing something I'd never thought she'd do. She broke out of her poker face and squealed. "Aaron Anderson's in town!"

            "I can't believe he's here!" Emily jumped up on the couch and jumped up and down in delight. I was happy for her, but she was making the room messy again when I just cleaned it. "My prince will come for me. I can feel it."

            "Em, he's way too old for you," I told her with a slight chuckle, rolling my eyes at her. "Besides, I wouldn't let you date him."

            "Then you can date him!" Emily squealed, now pointing at me. Her eyebrows were raised as if she was daring me to say no. "I mean you're old enough and you're pretty too. Well sort of. I mean if you used moisturiser and -"

            "Em," I cut her off with a look. I didn't have time for fairy tales that weren't going to come true. "I have to clean. You can help me or go to sleep. Look at the time, it's nearly tomorrow."

            "I'll stay and help, but you have to keep the T.V on -"

            Emily was cut off when the lights started to dim. The T.V turned off. She looked at me with her eyes wide. "Never mind, I'll sleep. Look at the time." She pointed to a nonexistent watch on her wrist and dashed upstairs.

            I turned my phone on because I needed the flashlight. We were going to go through a power cut. I should've paid the bills before but I didn't have enough money. Working as a cashier didn't pay much.

            I sighed and began throwing rubbish away into the bin I had in my bag. I couldn't stop talking to this persistent voice in my head that kept on telling me that there was a monster lurking in the shadows.

            The vacuum cleaner wouldn't work because of the power outage. So I had to do it the very very old school way. I had to clean the carpet floors with a broom.

            "I try to keep it in and the shadows out. I'm lost for words when I try to shout," I sang in order to keep my nerves at bay. I couldn't see but I knew this one bedroom house inside out. "You shut me out and you lock me in. But when you open your eyes the magic begins."

            I had finished the living room. Now it was just the dishes. I rolled up my sleeves and wore yellow rubber gloves. What? Washing the dishes could get messy.

            I ended up going to sleep at one in the morning. This was golden compared to the times before when I'd sleep at three or four. Still, I couldn't sleep. I did the only thing I could; I went on my phone.