The Haunting

Chapter 6: The Plan

Last night I couldn't sleep. I was pacing back and forth trying to think of a way to get out of this mess. The more I thought about that house, the angrier I got. Moving here was a bad idea from the start, and personally, I blame my mom. She didn't asked follow up questions on the neighborhood or the house. And now she put our family In great great danger. But it's too late to think about the "should-have" and "could-have".

I needed a plan. A plan that's safe and quiet. And fast.

Unfortunately, I couldn't think of one........yet. So I decided to meditate.

NEXT DAY: THE MORNING

"Meridaaaaa ! Wake up." my mom said, pushing me to get up.

"Fiveeee morreeee miiinutes." I said, still half asleep.

"No. Now wake up and get dressed, your going to be late for school. Plus, someone is downstairs waiting for you."

Who could be waiting for me ? Maybe this is a trick. Maybe it's someone evil waiting for me, and disguised itself in human form......nah. But ima take a pocket knife just in case.

I dragged myself outta bed, and got dressed. Then I opened my secret drawer and got my pocket knife, and hid it in the back of my pants pocket.

I walked downstairs slowly.....

"Hey ! Merida. I thought we could walk to school together."

It was Michael. I was sort of surprised and shocked to see him here. But I was also.....happy. That's weird isn't it ?

"Hey Michael. And that sounds like a great idea, but my mom usually drives me to school." I said with a smirk on my face.

"It's okay honey. I can drive straight to work and won't have to be later than I'm already is." Mom said.

She grabbed my little brother john and got into the van.

"Be safe. Have a good day honey !" Mom chirped.

Me and Michael just watched her pull off in the van. And then we continued to walk to school.

"So, Merida,..um...how have u been ?" Michael said, trying to make conversation.

"I've been hanging in there. I'm getting my stitches taken out next week"

"Cool."

"Yeah, my head doesn't hurt anymore, which is good."

"Oh that's great. I'm glad your-"

I interrupted Michael.

"SSSHHHH ! Hold on Michael......I hear something." I said whispering.

"What is it ?" He said.

"U don't hear that ?.......it sounds like someone is.......crying....and screaming in.....agony."

"I hear it too. Merida we should probably run......."

The noise was getting louder and louder. Someone was getting tortured. And I couldn't just stand there and let it happened. It might have been my little brother's friend.....Joey.

"Michael. Someone Is In that house getting tortured. I have to go and save them"

Michael quickly pulled me back.

"Merida u can't ! You could get killed, and won't let you go through with this."

"It's for the sake of this person life. Just go to school. I'll handle this myself."

I walked toward the house.

"Merida wait !............I'm coming with you." He said.

"Michael you don't have to"

"I know. But you need me."

I smiled at Michael and we walked towards the house.

"Okay here's the first part of the plan.....we can't go through the front door because we might get caught and dragged inside the house. So we to need to find another way to get inside." I said whispering.

"Okay.......wait.....that gate is open. This house might have a back door." Michael said whispering too.

"Good thinking. Let's go."

Me and Michael tip toed towards the open gate. we made sure that every step we took, we was quiet.

As soon as we made our way to the gate, we went inside.

The backyard of the house looked so horrifying and deadly.

But someone was still screaming and I still couldn't find out where the sound was coming from.

"Merida !! LOOK !!" Michael whisper-shouted.

I looked at what Michael was pointing at. And I almost cried. It was Joey. He was covered in blood. One of his arms was missing and his foot.

"Oh my GOD" I said looking at the body in shock.

*GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRR !!!!!*

A dog came out of no where growling and snarling at us. It was in attack mode. The dog looked so horrible. It looked possessed and it barely Had fur on it's body. I starred at it as it kept circling around us. Finally it ran towards us and jumped in the air. The dog bit Michael on the neck and dragged him to the ground. Michael was screaming in agony as blood was shooting out of his body.

"MICHAEL !!! HANG ON !!" I screamed in fear.

Quickly, I found a nearby steal pole and I ran towards the dog screaming like a crazy person. I hit the dog multiple times. Then the dog stop attacking Michael and it moved slowly towards me. I held the pole up, and the dog stood on it's hind legs and pushed me down the ground. The dog was on top of me and it's weight was holding me down. I used the pole to block every bite of the dog.

I knew I was going to die. I knew I was probably going to be a lost soul. But I wasn't going to let that happen. Too many things went wrong in my life and I'm not about to let some vicious dog take my life.

All of a sudden, an idea popped into my head. THE POCKET KNIFE !! I remember. I put the pocket knife in my back pocket of my pants.

I still held the pole up with one hand, While I used my other hand to reach and get my pocket knife.

"Almost got it.....almost got it" I said Inside my head.

Success !

I flicked open the pocket knife and stabbed the dog multiple times. Blood was shooting out of the dog on to my face and hands. But I didn't care. The dog was getting weaker and weaker as I stabbed it until finally.....it stopped moving.

I got up as soon I saw the dog dead and I ran to Michael. He was still alive. But he needed medical help immediately. So I forced Michael body onto mine and I carried him to the second car my mom owned. Luckily she had the at keys in there. So I drove Michael to the hospital without one single stop on the way.