Solangelo Oneshots

Cleaning

Here's a pro tip; don't watch scary movies when you're home alone, even if it is eleven a.m. and light outside. You'll get scared no matter the time, if the movie's scary enough. And dang, this movie is creepy. It's about this girl who stays home alone for the weekend and her dolls kill her after slowly and mercilessly driving her insane. When her parents come home, their daughter is gone. Her parents are so distraught over losing her, they don't notice the doll. The one that looks exactly like their late child. The scariest part is how bad the special effects are. I shovel popcorn into my mouth so I won't scream.

I hear footsteps coming from the hallway outside my bedroom. I know I'm imagining them, but it's still terrifying. The footsteps grow louder. Then I hear it. A voice, singing quietly and ominously. I can't make out the words, but I now know I'm not imagining this intruder. I stand up and grab the meat tenderizer I keep near my bed. As I walk to the door, ready to kill the doll before it kills me, my door flings itself open. I scream. The man who apparently opened the door screams. I stop screaming as soon as I realize he's a human, not a murder doll. I still keep holding my meat tenderizer, though. Can't be too safe.

He stops screaming, too, after a moment. He takes many deep breaths and tries to compose himself. "Hi," He says, somehow calm after only a moment. "I'm Will. And you are?"
"I'm Nico." I respond wearily, "Why are you in my house?" Will smiled proudly. "I'm your cleaning lady! Your sister hired me. Well, I assume she was your sister. So I- Oh my god is that The Midnight Nightmare? I love that movie!" He abandons his vacuum cleaner and jumps onto my bed to watch the movie. Maybe I should be concerned. But when a hot guy wants to watch a movie with you, you don't complain.

"Hey, Nico, I'm ho- what's going on here?" Hazel asks as she walks through the front door of the apartment we share. I understand why she looks shocked and upset. I would be upset, too, if I had hired a guy to clean my home and then come back to a house that's even messier than when I left. Will and I got scared and threw salt everywhere. Demons and dolls can't get you if you're covered in salt. "Oh, um," Will says from atop the kitchen counter, "I'm Will, your cleaning lady, and I got scared. You're Hazel, right? Please don't tell my boss." Hazel frowns and furrows her eyebrows. She takes a deep breath and walks to her room, leaving footprints in the salt. I look to Will. "Wanna watch the sequel?"