Worlds End-short Storys

tim redjay-part 1

My names tim redjay and I'm 16 years old. I live with my mom alone, but one day i had to go to my dads for two days so my mom can go on a work trip, kinda like a field trip but for work.my mom and dad are divorced so they don't live together. I don't like my dad, I just feel he's up to no good, like he's hideing something. Of all ways thought that though, sence I was six I all ways looked at my dad vary strange.
" don't worry dear, it's just your father that's all" my mother said.
Me and my mom wherestanding infront of my dads house. My dad lived in a woods a couple of miles from my house. His house was weird and strange, it was a three story old looking house, it had one big window on the 3rd floor, two windows on the 2nd and then a black door on the 1st.
" I don't wanna stay here...its scary" I said huging myself.
" your father is nothing to worry about... Its just two days, ok?" my mom smiles and leans down to my level.
" ok" I said looking away.
" good! Ill be back in two days!" my mom ruffles my black hair, making my hair fall in my face. She ran to her car and drove off, she was in a hurry.

I groaned " great, just lovely" I thought as I walked to my dads front door, I knocked on it and waited. I wore my backpack on my back, full with boys, a gameboy, my sketch book,  my iphone and some school work to do over summer.
I herd crashing and bumping inside the house, I raise an eyebrow from all the sounds inside.
The door opens and I see my dad huffing, like he just took a jog.
" oh, h-hello son!" my dad smiled and pushed up his blue glasses. He wore a long black jacket with a grey shirt and blue baggy pants.
" hi" I said like I was not happy to see him. " well come in! Sorry if its a bit messy." my dad walked in the house, leaving the door open for me to walk in. I walked in closing the door behind me, I looked around to see papers everywhere, on every table and on the tv that sat in front of a sofa for three. I went to reach for a couple papers to see what they said " please leave where they are tim!" my dad said holding some of the papers himself.

" can I watch TV or something?" I raised an eyebrow.

" why would you want to watch TV? Just read!" my dad smiled. I rolled my eyes, I walked over to a diffrent wall and leaned on it, I took my phone out and started to text my best freind, well more like my only freind.
" no wait don't lean on that! In fact don't touch anything! Just.. Go up stares" he said and went back to writing on some paper. I rolled my eyes again and walked up stares.
I was in the guest room just laying on the bed texting to my freind, David.
I groan to myself and closed my eyes, falling asleep.
Later that night I hear a crash down stares, I wake up and got out of bed, being stupid I walk down stares to see what was happening. I look to see fog in the house? It was comeing from a strange door that was seven feet tall, I saw a shadow in the fog, it had 6 arms and long hair.
My dad jumped up and closed the door, the shadow was gone and all the fog wooshed away. I stood there stareing at my dad and my dad leaning on the door huffing.

To be continued. . .