Raven
It had only been 5 minutes and drama had already started with that family. I think I'll hold off on the haunting for a week or two just to see how it plays out, c'mon it's like my own private soap opera. I haven't watched TV in over a year and all Mr Jefferson watched was golf, countdown and old ladies on the shopping channel, talk about old man porn, yeuk.
"That boy needs more discipline, you're not hard enough on him" said the woman who's name I'd learnt to be Nicole.
"I suppose you're right, he's just not been the same since his mother died" Martin looked down as if was talking about himself more than Jake.
"I don't care if his whole neighbourhood had died, that boy had no respect for me and if you don't grab a tighter grip on his behaviour then I'll have to" wow this woman really didn't mess around, no wonder make called her a witch, she seemed to deserve it.
I spotted a small pile of mouse poo in the direction Nicole was heading so I stuck my foot out. The next thing I knew she had face planted the floor right in to the poo, I couldn't control myself I laughed so loud.
"Stop laughing you umbilical" she snapped
"But darling I'm not" I stopped laughing and waved my hand in front of their faces. No response. Perhaps I got a little to carried away there.
Jake
I heard Nicole scream and shout at my dad either way they both deserved what ever happened. The first delivery van had arrived but it didn't contain my bed. Great guess I'll be sleeping on the floor tonight. I could have helped out, but I wasn't going to, why should I, I didn't ask to move.
I unpacked the the few items I'd brought in my bag; 2 pillows, some clothes and my laptop. I opened it up to check my facebook messages.
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• James: missing you dude :) 17:15
Yeah I'm missing you too. I looked at my clock, was it really 11:30pm already. I gathered my pillows and used my hoodie as a blanket. I was drifting off when a sudden bang startled me, nothing was there except my bag had fallen on the floor. For a moment I thought the house was haunted.
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Dead hearts Don't beat
Teen Fiction'I saw him, just sitting there, staring at the blade, pressing it deep into his skin until blood oozed out. I usually enjoyed people turning mad after the years of torment I'd give them, but this time it was different. It wasn't fear in his eyes, bu...
