The Girl Who Lives With me

Eccentrically Creepy..

chapter 9

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'' go to bed, Mark.. '' She faintly says through her teeth, quietly. Mark looked up at her and acted as if he hadn't heard her. Kylie sat down on the brown couch, the lamp behind them was off. Pure darkness, except the moonlight outside.

Kylie pulled out a camera, that was hiding behind her back. She ghoulishly speaks in a low voice. ''hey Mark, want to take a photo..?'' Mark was already feeling  shivers down his spine, of her voice.

He hesitantly responds, stiffening up. ''..OK''  Kylie smiled ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. She walked to him tightly holding onto the camera strap. The camera dangle towards the ground. Mark swallowed hard and Kylie sat next to him.

Holding out the camera in front the middle of them, Mark gives off a uneasy smile, and Kylie smiles tightly. Shutter! 

 The camera shuttered as Kylie pressed down on the shutter button. ''see? not so bad...''

She moved the camera until it was being held in her grasp, peering down on the photo. Mark inched away. He noticed how eccentric she was this whole night..and it would probably would continue on..

He shivered and grimaced at her. It was too much of a creepy ghoulish vibe that radiated off her. Her head snapped up to him, making him jump.

Mark looked away, so that she wouldn't notice his uneasiness.  She suddenly lurched to one side, and asks ''do you want to see it..?'' He nodded, and exhaled.

He takes a whole of the camera, but noticed Kylie tugged on it. She had also wanted to hold it. ''oh..'' Mark gives a wry smile, and Kylie stayed quiet. He peers onto the blurry picture, and sees what looked like a small circle, that was faintly colored white. It hovered over her head, but was moving off to the right. Not wanting to take the picture.

Mark clears his throat and remains calm, not scared. ''well..Kylie..im-im going to bed''

''what's the rush?'' She suddenly asks, suspecting him. Mark rubbed the scruff of his neck, and glimpses at the time. ''well..its 11:42 PM''

Kylie glanced at the time, and growled quietly. ''go.''

He felt like she was being possessive of him, the way she said that. He got up, but try'd not to scurry off quickly. Off into the hallways he goes, leaving Kylie. Close to his door he scurried to it, and closed it. 

He pressed his back against the door, and looked up.   why is she so weird and off? 

 Staring in deep thought, he sighed. He looked back to his neat- spread -bed, and walked to it. Mark pulled out the bed sheet from under the pillows and sat down, covering himself.

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SCRATCH SCRATCH

Goes Kylie scratching her fingernails on the wooden desk. Staring creepily, she stopped once she heard rustling from the kitchen. Her head snapped to the back of kitchen darkness. There was a lamp that turned on.  CLICK

Kylie, got up from her seat, and walked towards the kitchen. The tiles of the hallway made her feet linger with coldness.  ''who's there..'' she asks with a raspy voice. Mark quickly turned his head once he hears the voice. ''kylie,why aren't you sleeping?'' he asks tiredly.

Kylie stayed quiet, and continued staring at him. Her eyebrow twitched of fatigued, and Mark clears his throat.  '' you need to sleep.'' his voice fills with concern. 

Kylie shakes her head, closing her eyes. Mark took the warm glass of milk from the counter and gulped it down. He wiped a tear of milk that had trickled down the  side of his mouth. He exhaled and Kylie cracked her fingers.