I was trying my best to act as normal the following morning. I don’t think I fooled my aunt though. Nothing goes past my aunt reticent. She followed me all around the house. After a while, I got really annoyed so I went back to my dismal, intricate and monotonous bedroom. I looked around for a bit. I thought well at least I’m not under watchful eyes. But at that moment my brother walks into the room. He looks strange though. He just walked anomalously, by my bed. Not noticing me at all. I had this strange feeling. It wasn’t my brother, I said to myself. It was looking for something. What could it be? Who is this? What was this thing taking over my brother?
Well anyway, I don’t think it found what it was looking for. It paced out the room. So fast. I jumped back on my bed. The door closed itself. I sat there, on my bed, in horror. Petrified. I quickly regained consciousness and swiftly rose from my bed and started to seek out were my ‘brother’ was going. I was just behind him when he went through a wall in the hallway between the door to the cleaning cupboard and the kitchen. He just disappeared. Out of nowhere. Gone.
I started walking towards the place where he disappeared. I don’t know what was making me walk closer. Something was pulling me closer. I couldn’t control my body. It just had a sense of its own free will.
At that time, my aunt was calling me. I stopped, dead. She was coming out the kitchen door. “Hello dearee, have you seen your brother he's not done hardly any of his chores today. Anyway, dinners ready come on in. Your brother will have to wait till later for his. Where ever he's got off to.” I follow her through the kitchen and into the dining room. She’s trying to act normal this time. She knows. I don’t know how I could tell. But I just could. She knows that I know about my brother. She must have known all along. That’s why she's just watching me. Just me. She's done something to him. My brother. Oh no. What will I do?
