Lily

Tommy's Midnight P.o.V.

     I wake up, my dry throat begging for a drink of water. I realize it's still dark out. Great. I get out of bed and walk over to my bedroom door. The bedroom that my mom picked out for me is probably the creepiest style of bedroom you could ever pick out for someone: it was shaped rectangularly, a small, old-fashioned dresser near the door. There was a closet on the right wall, with a neat little stationary desk pushed up against the left wall, which I mostly planned on just using to work on homework. My large double bed (which had to be that super old-fashioned four-poster kind, ugh) was on the back wall, with a window right above it. So every time I woke up, I saw that tall door just sitting there, looking like it was going to open at any given moment, which was really creepy during nighttime. 

     Anyway, I opened my door. Did I forget to mention that my bedroom was also at the very end of the right part of the hall, near the staircase? Well, it is. Which means a very long walk to the kitchen. And extra creepiness.

     It was two days after we got the house, and ever since after that time with the black stuff in the kitchen, things were going pretty good, I guess. Even though I still hated the house. I passed the parlor, where I glanced in and saw a glimpse of the beautiful glass front door. Okay, I liked that. It had diamond-shaped facets, so at night and during the day, the sun or moon rays came in, casting flecks of beautiful light on the wooden floor, some bigger and some smaller. Then I passed the living area, where I saw my mom standing by the peach colored seat my sister was slumping over the first day we got here. Why was she up?

     "Mom? What are you doing up?" I asked, stepping into the living room. As I got closer to her, I realized that it wasn't mom. This person had black straight hair, which fell all the way down to her butt. She had pale skin, with the light from the moon reflecting off of it. She wore a white nightgown, slightly transparent in the moonlight with no shape or anything showing her figure. I looked down and saw that she was barefoot, her feet dirty but not muddy. She was beautiful, but nonetheless, she didn't live in this house, which made her either a burglar or one of Gale's first hookers. Of course, the latter was very unlikely.

      "Hey, excuse me, but what do you think your doing in my house?" I slowly reached my hand and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. And then she was gone. Like, literally gone. The minute I touched her, she disappeared into air. Instantly frightened as hell, I ran out of the room, down the hallway to the kitchen, opened the kitchen door, ran into the kitchen, opened the cabinet with the cups in it, went to the sink, filled the cup I picked out with water, and didn't even take a moment to drink it before running back out as fast as I could down back to my room.

     When I got back to my door, I suddenly heard the sound of an eerie giggling. I looked down the hall, and all I saw was someone with black hair and a nightgown stepping into a room farther down the hall which I instantly recognized as my sister's room. Without hesitating another moment, I ran into my room and locked my door behind me.

     As I got into my bed, I resolved to not wake up until I would hear the sound of someone knocking on my door and my sister calling my name.