The Lake House

Chapter 5:

   "Squeak!" Was all I heard in the direction of the dining room, as I swiftly move over to behind the couch to be hidden. All I see is purely shocking me.

   Have you ever had that feeling when you think your heart stops beating because you're so scared, but it really never stops beating? Well, that's what just happened. My mom was stepping out of this hidden door that was apparently next to the shelving that keeps our dining supplies. Huh, never would've guessed. What was that room for, oh my what if there is a dead body in there? What if she's a murderer? I think it's time for me to stop watching so many criminal shows.

   I sit behind the couch in sudden aw. What's behind that door? Lucky my mom didn't see me as she walked back outside, what is she hiding from me? What is she hiding from me and my brother?

   "James! Where's my bag?" My mom screams from outside, as I quickly grab her bag and stick it on her bed, and causally started walking to the door, acting like I didn't see anything out of sorts.

   "It's on your bed..." I said with the bitchiest face I could've ever possibly put on as I was leaning on the door frame.

   "Oh honey thank you, what's got your panties in a twist?" She says knowing something is up.

   "Nothing... I just hate liars." I said walking right back into the house and closing the door. I'm gonna get her to tell me what she's hiding from me one way or another.