Secret calls at midnight (M.C) {ON HOLD}

Calls from a stanger

(October's POV)

Michael was at the shelter for nearly eight hours. He had to learn all the procedures and rules. I hated that I had to work that long on a Saturday. I didn't like leaving my sister alone. My mom won't be home until 10:00 tonight so she was by herself, and we don't live in the best neighborhood. I mean we all know each other, but still there are some meth houses on that street and I don't want my naive ten year old sister walking into one of those with her rude and dangerous friends.

  "Thank you for training me. Do I come in tomorrow or Monday?" Michael asked as he was brushing off the kitty litter from his shirt.

  "You can come in tomorrow, but there will be different people here with you," I responded while logging out of my file on the front desk computer.

  "You won't be here tomorrow?" he asked.

  "No. I have Sundays off," I retorted. I looked at him as I put on my jacket.

  "Oh. I guess I'll see you on Monday?" he responded.

  "I guess so," I said before forcing him out of the door to turn off all, but one light and locking up.

  Last year this place was broken into and we don't want that happening again, so we always leave one light on in the cat room.

  "Alright then. Good bye," he looked at me, as if I was supposed to say the same in return.

  "Bye," I started to walk away.

"Wait!" Michael called from behind me.

  "What?" I sighed and spun around to face him once again.

  "What is your number? You know so if you ever need help on the project, you can call me and I will know your number," he said the last part while scratching his neck.

  "First of all why would you think I would need help on the project?" I started to say," And secondly, why do you think I would ever give you my number?" I sassed.

"I don't know. Maybe you wanted to tell me some ideas you have for it," he sassed back.

  "If I was going to share ideas with anyone, I would share them with Maggie, and she could tell you," I turned and started to walk away, again.

  "Do you want some company on your walk home?!" Michael shouted again.

  "Nope!" I snapped.

After that, I walked home without any problems. That is until I reached Elm street. Yes we have a street called Elm street. Like the one in the movies "Nightmare on Elm street".

  It was getting dark and I was on the worst neighborhood in town. I knew this was a bad trail to take. But it was the quickest to my house.

  The wind howled behind me. The breeze was nice, but it could have been warmer. I know I live in the part of England where it gets pretty cold, but it normally isn't this cold in the fall. I could hear sirens of ambulances and Firetrucks from afar.

Before I knew it, I was running into a guy with a dark jacket covering his face. "I'm so sorry," I tried to tell him, but he had already walked away. Rude.

  My walk home consisted running four blocks to get off of Elm street and the rest was a slow paced walk with occasional run-ins with my neighbors on a night troll.

When I finally reached my house, there were almost a dozen kids on my porch. What the hell are all these kids doing here at my house. "Go thome or I will call each of you parents and say you were caught over at the meth house!" I screamed at all of them.

  They all deaspirated in an instant. Ha!

  "April!" I shouted as I walked into the door way.

  There was no response. She must be hiding from me. She knows I will get angry if she has friends over without my permission. Especially that many."April Marie Jones!" I called again.

  I heard foot steps come from the kitchen. Ha! Found you. I tiptoed into the kitchen and checked every cabinet I knew she could reach. but I didn't check the pantry. I always save the biggest part of the hiding places for last so she thinks I won't find her. Then I scare her half to death.

  I slowly cracked open the door to the pantry so it would make a noise. "Boo," I spoke.

  "AHHH!" April screamed her lungs off. HAHAHA!

  As soon as she crawled out of the pantry she ran up stairs and slammed her room door. Immediately after that my the house phone began to ring. I didn't know the number. It could have been Michael. He probably got my number from Maggie.

  "Hello?" I answered.

  The was only breathing.

  "Who is this?" I asked.

Still no words, just heavy breathing.

  "I think you have the wrong number," I said.

  I was about to hang up, when he spoke.

  "Is this October Jones?" he spoke in a low voice.

  "May I ask who's calling?" I asked.

  "You don't know my name... Yet," and then he hung up.

  What the hell was that!?

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