Superstitious

Chapter Two

"Where is he?" I thought. "It's already 11:10."

Even though I refused to believe in the supernatural, this place was really creepy. Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes. 

"Hello?" I said shining my flashlight in that direction. Something lurched out of the bush and onto my shoulder.

"Baargh!" Vince yelled.

"Ah!" I yelled as I toppled to the ground.

Vince and a couple of his buddies busted into laughter.

"What's the big idea!" I yelled.

"Relax Winter. We were just having some fun."

"Did you make me come all the way out here just to scare me?" I angrily yelled.

"No man. Of course not."

"Where's my homework?" I asked.

"It's at my house. Don't worry."

I glared at him.

"Chill. I'll give it to you tomorrow if you pass our little test."

"And what would that be?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.

"If you're not that idiot's friend then you don't believe in all that wacky spirit stuff, right?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Good. Then you won't mind spending the night here."

"Here?" I asked.

"Yeah, unless you're scared," Vince said with a smirk.

"Yeah, right," I said. 

"Good. Naturally, my buddies and I will stay here with you to make sure you don't try to cut your time short."

"Fine. Whatever," I said. 

"Awesome," Vince said. "Let's go."

We all walked up the creaky porch steps. The only thing I was afraid of was that the porch wouldn't support our weight. When Vince tried the door, it was locked.

"Drats," he said. "Looks like we'll have to find another way in."

This was my time to shine. While Vince and his other two goons were trying to make some kind of human pyramid, in order to reach the window, I pulled a pick out of my shoe and worked my magic. Within seconds, the door was open.

"Hey guys!" I called out. "Are you coming?"

"What?" Vince said in confusion as he turned towards me. 

A few moments later, I was given the privilege of watching them all fall on top of each other.

"What'd you do?" Vince asked.

"I picked the lock," I said in triumph.

"Well aren't you full of surprises."

I gave him one of those "there's a lot you don't know about me" smirks. When we entered, I was surprised to find that most of the furniture was still there.

"We'll set up camp upstairs and in the living room," Vince announced. "Tyrone and Charles. You two set up down here and I'll take the upstairs with Winter."

The two boys nodded and walked off. I followed Vince upstairs. We went to each room until we found what looked like the master bedroom.

"How come this place is still furnished?" I asked.

"Well," Vince said. "Since you just moved here, you won't know this, but apparently two or three years ago there was a family who lived here. One day they just left for "vacation" and never came back."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah and get this. When someone finally got a hold of them, they were already living somewhere else. When they were asked about the house, they had no idea what we were talking about. They had always lived in Cincinnati. Everyone was sure it was them so they said they would come down and take a look. After a few weeks had gone by, the mayor called to see if they were coming. Their land lady told him that they had left two weeks ago. So, the mayor figured they had gone away again and ordered that the furniture be removed and the house demolished. However, when people came to remove the furniture, they never came back out. Finally, the mayor demolished the house, but the next day it was standing there as if it had never been scratched. No one has lived here since."

"Cool story," I said.

"Thanks, but it's true. In fact, my parents knew the family that used to live here."

"Sure, and monkeys fly," I said.

"They do in the Wizard of Oz," Vince joked.

"True," I replied.

"Here," Vince said. "I brought you a sleeping bag."

He tossed it towards me and I caught it with ease.

"Thanks," I said.

"Not bad, you could've been on the football team."

"Haha! Flattery will get you no where."

"Hey I'm ser..."

Suddenly, a loud scream came from downstairs. Vince and I bolted down the stairs.

"Tyrone! Charles!" he yelled.

We ran into the spacious living room to find Charles standing on a chair and Tyrone with a broom.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Vince yelled.

"A mouse! There was a mouse!" Charles squealed.

I snorted and Vince let out a sigh.

"Dude! It's a mouse!"

"But, they're furry and they have sharp teeth. They could nibble my ears while I'm asleep or bite my toes, and don't get me started on those creepy-ass eyes..."

"Charles"

"And they stink when they die!"

"Charles!"

"And the way they scamper across the floor!"

"CHARLES!" Vincent finally yelled.

"Yes," he squeaked.

"Go to sleep."

"But the mouse..."

"Will have to go through me first," Tyrone interrupted. 

By this point I was trying so hard not to laugh that my eyes were severely watering. Vince must've noticed because he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Not a word of this to anyone!" 

All I could do was nod my head for fear I would die if I started laughing now. After the little incident, things seemed to die down. I'm pretty sure we all fell asleep. It wasn't till I woke up around 3 in the morning, that things started to get interesting.