Flickering

Part Of My Story

Prologue
Tyler. That's my name. I'm a boy that is currently alive on this earth for approximately 13 years and now about 14 if you count it as we were in the future 8 months. I'm obsessed with horror in fact every month I play the ouija board with my friend Casper and switch off to 'Charlie, Charlie' if I'm feeling a little extra that day. I spend my nights binge-watching conspiracy theories online that will freak me out and rip the holy right out of my body. My parents often leave me alone because it's now legal to leave your child over 13 years alone overnight. As well as my parents trust me for some odd reason and my grandma lives 2 blocks away from my home. So here's the day I saw her...

Chapter 1
The morning started and my dog Carlos was jumping on bed and he wanted to play, I wake up feeling groggy and exhausted. My head turned slowly to my left and I saw my neon, orange, digital alarm clock blinking 8:30. I get out of bed and slip on a striped shirt that was hanged on my chair and changed my pants to some khakis that I aggressively yanked out of my dresser. I tied on my Van's from last christmas that were kind of ratty and stained on the heel part. I trotted down the carpet lined stairs to find my mom in a floral-printed apron and a plate of toast and scrambled eggs in the two plates she has on her hand. It smelled like a fresh bakery, I set myself down and my mom greets me. "Good morning, Tyler", greets my mom. "Hi, Mom", I respond back.. I was picking at my scrambled egg, I didn't really have an appetite. The toast on the plate was screaming to be eaten, I wasn't hungry at all. I place the dish in the sink for my mom to wash later and the Vtech phone starts beeping loudly and I press on the answer button and held it up to my ear. "Hello?", I ask. "Hey, what's up Tyler", Casper responded. "Oh, hey Casper, my mom invited you over for lunch if you'd like and stay overnight for a sleepover!", I exclaimed. "Um, I guess", Casper replies back. I sit on the soft, velvet, maroon sofa and lay back for support on my back.. Once I turn on the T.V CNN news pops up and they are talking about world issues, I switch to Disney Channel and suddenly the doorbell rings and it obviously it was Casper. I was looking through the door and I saw a blurry figure of Casper's face because of the glass frame. "What's up, dude", he says. "Hi, come on let's go to my bedroom", I welcome. Both of us sprint up the stairs and I almost trip over on my ankle and stumble. Casper sits at my desk and I flip on the power switch on my desktop. It makes a little ring and in bold clearly reads Windows. I rapidly type in my password which was my dog's name and my birth year, probably pretty easy to guess. I hear the bounce of the keyboard and tapping which is always satisfying for me. I click to an open tab that reads YouTube and I check my recommendation box to find a video that goes by the title, 'Top horror stories that babysitters ever experienced'. "Ooh, that one" Casper exclaimed. I hover over the video with the cursor and the Amazon Prime commercial opens up. We were impatiently waiting for the "skip ad" icon to appear. As the video loads up we take a seat and watch. "Oh that's so creepy!", I scream. My mom knocks on my wooden bedroom door. "I'm coming", I call. When I open the door she is holding a bowl of 'Cheetos' and 2 8oz bottles of lemonade that looked so cold, it would cool my throat and make me feel refreshed. She handed it to me, "Hello, Casper! I hope you have a great time boys!", she greets us. "Thanks, mom!" I reply. I set everything on the table and Casper grabs a lemonade bottle, he twists it open and the cap flings to the corner of my bedroom. "Oops", he exclaims. He walks over and shoots it in my trash bin. I hear crunching from both of our mouths due to the 'Cheetos', itś satisfying! After we finished watching that interesting, eerie video, we decided to go and take a walk to the graveyard at the end of the block. My mom gave us permission and so we grabbed our shoes by the mudroom and slipped them on and took our sweaters that hung on the hooks. We headed to the basement to the left of the mudroom to grab a spacious backpack that would fit all our essentials so we can make it out alive. Casper and I exagerate things to act like things are like a real horror film. My mom handed us some water bottles that were frosty and a flashlight in case as well as bandages because i'm very, very, clumsy, also known as I fall literally every second of my life and GoPro Hero4 that my nana bought for me. I zipped up my backpack really quick and forcefully. I unlock the door and, ¨Tyler, the keys! Just incase if I need to run some errands before my award show with dad¨, my mom reminds me. ¨Got it!¨, I shout back. The key is laying on the coffee table and I toss it in the tiny pocket in the back of my bag. We both jump off the front step of our patio. I hear my leg crush all the pebbles and I flip out my camera and click the record button, from the corner of my eye I see the red light flashing to signal that I was recording. "Hi, I'm Tyler and I with my best friend Casper and we are walking to the cemetery right now trying to create a cool edit. We are on Bridgewood street and we're only 1 block away! I will check back in a few. I end off the 'vlog'. I scan the empty street with zero noise you could basically hear a pin drop, I spot old Mr. Reynolds sitting on his black and white porch on a faded blue rocking chair where the holes were very noticeable. He was grasping on the newspaper and I could slightly hear him mumbling to himself. As we trotted by his ratty house, he shouted "Ay! Mr. Tyler come on up", he belched. I gave him a sly, smirk and walked toward his house. "Mr. Tyler, how are you? Haven't seen your mom in a bit."He greets. "Uh, yeah things get a little busy at my house", I say stuttering on my t's. He chuckles a bit. "Well we better get going", I say and we both speed walk fast toward the red stop sign. "Well, that was kind of weird", Casper admits. As we turn a corner I spot the dusty, ceramic sign that vaguely reads 'MaryRose Cemetery'