Sensing Duo

Chapter 3

'Night night' I shot up in my bed. The room was covered in a soft moonlight. I sat listening, but the only thing I could hear was Dillon's soft breathing and Aunt Laney's loud snoring, I looked at Dillon, he was laying on his stomach , hugging a pillow. My eyes slowly made their way to his face. He looked so peaceful, his eyes shut tight, his lips parted a little. I looked across the room. I could see Aunt Laney's sleeping form in her bed. No one else was in sight. 'Then who said that?' I thought slowly. I took one last look before I laid back down, bringing the blanket over me.

'Sorry little one.' I shot up in my bed and lunged towards Dillon's bed. His eyes shot open and he looked around wildly.

"Did you hear that?" He asked in a hushed whisper. I nodded and pulled his blanket over me. His hand patted my head before he laid back down.

"Probably nothing." He muttered. His voice thick with sleep. 'Yeah right. 'I thought, rolling my eyes. A few seconds later, Dillon's breathing went slow. I laid there, looking into the darkness under the blanket. I slowly peaked out my head and looked around the room. Nothing. I glanced at Dillon, who was sleeping on his side, facing away from me. I stared in the room. After a few moments I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes slowly. I could hear a soft sliding noise, I shut my eyes tight and tried to ignore it. Then something fell off the shelf and made a loud 'Bang!' Dillon shot up so quickly that I almost fell out of bed. His eyes were wildly looking around the room, trying to find what made the noise. I glanced around the room. My eyes finally spotted what had fell. It was a pot that was on one of the high shelves. I tapped Dillon's arm and he looked at me. I pointed, his eyes followed. He frowned and moved from his spot. Slowly, he moved towards the pot. He kneeled down and then looked up at the shelf. He stood up and looked back at me and shrugged, getting ready to come back. Suddenly more pots started falling off the shelf, falling right on top of Dillon. He hit the ground and the pots continued to fall, more then there was on the shelf. By this time aunt Laney was awake shouting.