murder house ➳ Clifford

04

I had dinner with my family, I didn't eat of course, but I talked. I went upstairs and whispered for Michael, hoping he was there.

"Michael?" I whispered. I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around to see nothing. As I turned back around, Michael was standing right in front of me. Close. Maybe too close.

"Hey." I breathed. I couldn't say anything else. His figure towered over me and I just looked up at him.

"Hey." He said, looking straight into my eyes. Damn.

"What did you need?" I asked, clearing my throat and taking a step back. "You." He said, walking into my room and sitting on my bed.

"You seem comfortable in this house. What's your problem?" I asked while sitting next to him.

"Used to live here." He messed with his thumbs while he looked up at me.

"Hmm. Why'd you move next door?"

"This house hasn't had just one murder. There's been tons. My family got concerned after a few events happened. Every family that's lived here has always been killed. Sure hope you don't." He told me.

"Bullshit. Why do you "explore" then? This is your old house. You aren't dead." I spat. He's full of it.

"How do you know?" He asked, dead serious.

"You're alive I can tell. I'm not dumb." I said while rolling my eyes.

"Okay. You're right though. I am alive. Physically. Not mentally." He layed back on my bed.

"Why do you see my dad?" I asked, I knew, but I couldn't let him know that. He sat quietly for a second. He then rolled up his sleeve and showed me rows of cuts on his arms.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Why'd you do it?" I said, putting one leg on the bed and one hanging off, facing towards him. He just sat silently and looked at me. Guess he doesn't like talking as much as he seems like it.

"Why would I tell you? You're a stranger." He said.

"Ha. Well isn't my dad a stranger?" I smirked. He chuckled a little and smiled at me. God, his smile could cure cancer.

"My parents separated. I felt like shit. They treat me like shit. Well, my mom does. My dad is dead." He looked at me.

"Dead?" I choked.

"Dead as disco." He laughed.

I just stared at him. Poor thing.

"But I don't care about him. He was a dick. I'm happy he died." He smiled, like he was proud.

Okay.

"What are you doing here?" My dad walked into my room, staring Michael straight into his eyes.

"Just making friends." Michael said.

"Get out of my house. Now." My dad said.

"Okay. Bye Mr. Boulevard. See ya later, Sky. Let's hangout again sometime." He clicked his tongue, winked at me, and walked out of my room.

"Stay away from him, Sky. He's dangerous."

"He's not dangerous, dad. He's nice."

"Whatever. When you're dead, tell me how nice he is then." My dad said, walking out of my room.

Geez. He's not that bad. At least he doesn't seem like it.

It was about 9:30 pm so I decided to go to bed. Of course, I had to think about Michael. He was nice. He didn't seem dangerous. He was different.

And I liked that.

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I kinda liked this chapter. It's 12:59 am haha so I hope you all enjoy :) thank you for reading. I don't like how this is set up. There's too many spaces and I can't really do anything about it :/ Anyone wanna help? Haha :)

~K