Call Me CryBaby

6 | Teddy Bear

I was laying on my bed, staring straight to the ceiling. I was so tired, my body felt sore. But I didn't want to sleep knowing that my nightmares would wake me up anyways. Instead, I let my mind wander everywhere.

Suddenly, my phone rang. Why would anyone call me in the middle of the night? I thought before answering it.

"Hello?" I yawned through the phone.
"Hello, killer." The voice of the unknown startled me. I jumped back on my bed. It was a voice of a man, disguised.
"S-stop calling me k-killer!" I yelled, horrified.
"I have a task for you. Jake's art room. If you fail or bail, there will be consequences." The psycho stated.
"W-who are you?! Leave m-me alone!" I yelled to the phone, frustrated.
"I won't ever leave you alone until you finish the game, killer." He laughed evilly, then the line went off. I froze, unable to move. What does he want from me?
Why me?

My tears threatened to spill out all over again, but I decided to take some rest. Even when I knew the nightmares would wake me up again. At least I did get some sleep.

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The morning sunshine and the noise downstairs woke me up. I rubbed my eyes. Today was Saturday and the nightmares didn't wake me up tonight, which was great, I smiled. I quickly brushed my teeth and dashed downstairs. Aunt Helen was busy making breakfast while she ranted about her date. He was going to pick her up in ten minutes.
Tom, her only son was busy scrolling through his Instagram.

Tom was a year older than me. He went to the same school as I did, but he barely even acknowledged me in school. It was fine for me though, because he wasn't such a nice guy at school. Probably because Helen didn't really care about his behavior at school.

After we ate breakfast, I washed the dirty dishes and laundry. After that, I went upstairs and took a hot shower.

When I walked out of the bathroom, my outfit I laid on my bed earlier was gone, which was really weird. But I ignored it and decided to pick something else. As my eyes roamed through my closet, I noticed my Halloween costume from last year. It instantly reminded me of Jake.

Jake and I wore a matching Vampire costume last year and went to his friend's house to celebrate Halloween. It was a fun night. Nate was there too, I smiled at the thought. I realized Halloween was right around the corner and I didn't have any other costume to wear this year. Should I just use the one from last year? Maybe.

After I changed onto my cozy outfit, I laid on my bed. My mind took me back to last night. The phone call. Why did the psycho mentioned about Jake's paintings? And what did he meant by consequences?

Jake loved paintings. Painting was his hobby. He painted almost everyday and stored every single one of his paintings in his art room. He never sold or even gave his paintings to anyone. He was in love with his paintings. And he hated when someone got into his art room. I went there once, when I was a kid. When he knew I went there the other day, he completely lashed out. He almost hit me with his baseball bat, thank god dad was there to stop him. That was the only time I got scared of Jake. We didn't really talk for two weeks. But eventually he forgot about it and we became close again.

After my family was gone, the officers told me I had no other choice than to sell the house. But I said no. The house was the only thing there was left of them. I visited the house once a month, to check on it. I even denied to move the stuffs away. The house was still complete. It was still in the same condition as it was before, when everything was perfect. The paintings were still in the art room too. But I wasn't sure if I could go in there. Jake would be so mad at me if he were alive.

But the psycho's words kept on replaying inside my head. There will be consequences. I wasn't sure what that meant but I was sure it was something bad. I had to do this. Besides, my curiosity was over the line, I was too curious about why the psycho mentioned anything about my brother's paintings.

Unconsciously, my fingers reached my phone on the bedside table and dialed Nate's number. I was scared now.

"Hello?" Nate's voice came out from the other line. "Nate? Thank god you answered. Um- am I bothering you?" I whispered. "No, Hayles. What's up?" He asked casually. "Look, I know this sounds crazy, but.. Nevermind. Just- can you come here, please? It's a long story." I sounded almost like I was begging, but I didn't care anymore. "Okay.. You okay, Hayles?" he sounded a little confused. "Yeah.. I guess." My voice cracked. "I'm coming over now, send me the address." He said quickly. "Okay." I hung up then typed in my address.

Around thirty minutes later the door bell rang. I was quick to open the door.
"Hey." He greeted. "Hey." I greeted back. I peeked behind me to make sure nobody was there before opening the door. He walked inside. "Well.." he looked around.
"I know, I know.. this house is way different than my house." I laughed softly. "No, no.. it's great, Hayles." He poked me playfully.

He followed me upstairs. "So.. this is my room," I flew my hands in the air. "Cool. It's simple, but clean." He stated, his eyes roamed through my room. "Thanks." I sat on the bed. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Nate's playful expression changed into a serious one. "Okay, um.. but will you promise me to never tell this to anyone? They might think I'm crazy." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I promise." He stated. "Will you believe me?" I asked unsurely. "Try me." He smiled, convincing me that I can trust him. And I did.

I told him the story. From the first time everything happened. Excluding the dream I had in class, of course.
"I believe you." He smiled.
"I'm going there. Are you going to come with me?" I asked, hopeful. "Yes, but don't you think that's a stupid move? What if.. the psycho's already there.. waiting for us to fall right into his traps." He warned me slowly.
"I know."
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A/N: Hollaa my peeps! Hope u like this chapter & hope it doesn't suck lol cuz so much things are going on in my life right now that I cant even spend a day just to write stories.

But nonetheless, horrifyingly scary stuffs are coming! Get ready!

See ya next Friday, luv y'all.