A Stormy House-A Creepypasta Fanfiction

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~I don't know who this is XD~

Hello.

Hello there, readers. My names Margaret. My daddy just bought an old truck. A really old one. It's rusty outside, and there's red spots inside. Daddy says it doesn't matter since he's just gonna replace the seats. He said this truck would be mine.

I'm only fourteen and he's already got a truck for me.

My dad's rich. Momma's run off with some other guy to Jamaica, so it's just us now. It's gonna be just us for a long while. Just us...

I felt some underneath the seat in the front, so looked down. I wiggled the glass caught under the seat. I twisted, i turned it, i pulled. Eventually, i pulled it out to see it was a bloody piece of a broken bottle. My dad stopped the truck on the side of the road then. He had me step out of the vehicle as he carefully pulled piece by piece of broken glass out of the seat. By the time he was done, his hands were covered in both dry blood and the fresh blood from a cut in his hand.

"Marge, call the police."

Stupid daddy, don't you know not to disturb a crime scene?

~Third Person POV~

The household all cramped themselves around the tv as the news played through slight static. It seemed at first that Ben had dragged them in to see a crime scene. It was basically just a truck. A policeman was talking into the reporter's microphone.

"We don't know for sure, but we think this might be the truck that belonged to Andre-"

The tv flicked off suddenly and everybody turned around to see Sam with the remote.

"The hell! Why'd you do that?!" Jeff began trying to wrestle the remote from her, but she held the remote just out of reach so he couldn't take it. She gave him a small smirk a dodged him as he lunged at her again.

"Give it back! We were watching that!"

"Fine, here you go." She handed the remote over slowly then turned and headed back upstairs as Jeff turned the tv back on. The news had shifted from the truck to an old bakery that was going to try and break a world record for biggest cookie.

They all groaned at the change of the story and left when Ben turned his video games back on. Upstairs, Joshua was wearing a suit jacket and is playing with Sally. Despite being a boy, he was having fun at the tea party. Sam was there as well, pouring real tea she had made a little while ago. The tea was getting cold, but she didn't want to have to go back downstairs. She's got a true smile on right now, and Josh can see it. Her entire face was brightened by her grin, but her eyes were still filled with the ever-present worry.

He dismissed his thought and turned to Sally.

"Another brisket, dear Sally?"

"Yes please, mister Joshua."

Sammy began giggling, only for her giggling turn to full a full laugh attack as the two kids starred at her in wonder.

"What's so funny, Miss Sandra?" Sally said, continuing with her fake British accent.

Soon, the teen was rolling on the floor, laughing as the two kids hovered over her and laughing as well.

"Miss Sammy! Miss Sammy! The stuffed oinker says hi!" Joshua began throwing Sally's stuffed animals on his sister. Sally soon joined him, and Sam became completely covered in the fluffy animals as she continued laughing.

"H-hello?" A knock came at the door and Toby peeked in.

"Raawwwrrr!!!" Sam jumped out of the pile as the boy entered. He screeched and ran out as all three children fell to the floor, laughing and roaring as loud as they could.

I mostly just wrote this chapter so that you would know that Sam was still like a child in some ways. Even if she never got a childhood, she wants to protect theirs. Also, yes, she does know that Sally is dead.