Gracie comes to meet her auntie for one year with her sister since her family went on a vacation, Little is known and compendious about her Auntie. Once and behold her Auntie reveals a family secret no one expected, adventure, mystery and crime is...
It was a scorching red hot morning and my legs felt like noodles, it was a short time before I was required to pack my bags to sleep at Aunt Brenda's place, I admit, I didn't talk to her as much when I was younger til now, nor did my family ever mentioned her name in the household. As timid as I was and elevated to meet her, partially I was wanting to get this over with. I stuffed my clothes into one compact luggage heading to go off, "Grace, it's time to go" my mother yelps. Time to go already? I staggered and trudged to the car impetuously slamming my luggage onto the car rear; I open the car door to reveal my sister playing on her IPad. Carla was an outgoing seven year old who was more socially skilled than me, but I loved her, the way her piercing blue eyes glances at me curiously and her blonde curly hair her sways in the wind was adorable; I was proud of my sister. I let out a heart warming smile towards her buckling on my seatbelt.
"What're you playing?" I reassured, she nodded continue to swipe on the screen with her tiny fingers, "Cupcake jump" she replied in a monotone voice before losing; she squealed in her car seat, "Hey it's okay to lose, sometimes you have to lose to become stronger" I muttered under my breath, she gazed at me chuckling and restarted the game. I equipped on my earphones listening to the radio, looks like "Wonderwall" by Oasis was playing, great, I'm a sucker for these kind of music. Later during the ride we arrived at Aunt Brenda's house, spooky, I flinched by the second I was outside. The wind was brisk, it's like voices are inside the wind just flowing by as the bushes proceed into the wind's rhythm blowing with thorns. I meticulously gawk at the house gaping my mouth open, "Holy sweet—" I soundlessly say; it was ghost-quiet nothing the but breeze.
'Creak, Creak.' the door slams shut and feels like a silhouette crept to me, "You must be sweet dear, Grace" Aunt Brenda murmured stretching a grin, her eyes seemed vicious and scary. Eyes were covered by her black hair and my body couldn't help but be paralysed, she sharpens her tone and says my name again, "Yeah?" I grimaced, I zoned out but how the atmosphere changed so quickly was making me startled. I take out my earphones and give her a indistinct smirk, I clutched onto my sisters hand gesturing her to get inside. Maybe I was rude? I didn't mean to give her that demeanour, it just seems odd. Strange enough I smelt this weird odour, sh*t, it smells like a dead f*cking rat in here. It's extremely cold inside, now, I've seen in horror movies it definitely has to do with dead bodies. I'm not gullible but did Aunt Brenda actually—no, no, I shouldn't assume based on how many horror books and movies I've seen and read.
"Hey, I'm Angela" the small petite girl says, what the actual— she actually— "I'm G-Grace" I gasped stumbling backwards, Aunt Brenda didn't mention this but at the same time I never knew anything about her, not even a grain of salt ,I didn't know sh*t. I was a socially awkward introvert, when I stay home, I am wanting to go outside and the same thing applies; when I'm outside, I want to go inside. But I'm flabbergasted, my face frozen in terror was the only way to react. "What are you doing, dear" a familiar voice hissed, Aunt Brenda closed the door without making a slight of noise. "W-who was that Aunt Brenda?" I insisted. I backed away "That was nobody Grace, now act like a lady, I'll take you to your room" Aunt Brenda commanded "your room is to the right".
I peeked over to the other room beside me, it was Carla. She seems to be staring eyes on to the wall, drooling; the whole room felt squeezed, it's like the room shrank and the tone of the room was shrill and it was deafening, crickets outside was all I can hear. Aunt Brenda scooted me to my room before shutting the door, "stay" she blurted, this time her voice was violent-like.The anger in her voice was aggravating and I fell onto my knee's, they felt like stools, I was separated from my sister, divided from who I loved. Was I dramatic? Sure, I can say that but it feels so vain. I pulled onto the door knob, f*ck , it's locked.
Harder and harder I pulled, f*ck, this door knob never opens. I planted myself onto the floor, it's no use, I continue to scream; Did Aunt Brenda left me here on purpose? I shed a tear gulping the salt liquid, I must get out of here. "Shouting won't revolve anything, dear" Aunt Brenda chuckles near the hall. Did my parents know THIS was who Aunt Brenda really is? What was her evil desire?
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