Lying is my game

Chapter 5. It wasnt me

My mom walked in, crying and makeup everywhere. "What have you done?!?" she yelled at me with disgrace. I looked in my hand, and I was holding the knife with my little brother's blood on it. I dropped it with fear. My mom looked at me like she doesn't want to own me anymore. "It wasn't me mom! It was Stacie!!" I screamed and cried at the same time.

"Why would Stacie do that?"

"Because she is dead mom!!!!"

"No she isn't!!" My mom was so confused and sad and angry. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.

"I told you like a week ago! She was out in the walkway in the bushes. You told me to go to bed, and I did. You didn't believe me!" I scream-cried.

"You weren't kidding??" She asked with confusion.

"No! Why would I kid about my best friend being dead!?!?" I can't believe my mother thinks that low of me. Why would I kid about my best friend dying??

"Okay well if she is dead, how did she get into the house, get a knife, and KILL your brother??" Does my mom really have to play this game??

"Its her bad side taking over. Sh-she had these red eyes and a demonic voice thingy!" I sounded like a 5 year old trying to lie. But I wasn't lying!

"Just admit to killing him already! I can't believe you won't admit to this!"

"I won't admit to something I didn't do..." I said. Then walked off like a boss.

I closed my door to my room. I locked it behind me, and there she was again. Staring at me like I was her little dummy....

"Good friends lie for good friends, just for future reference."

I stayed close to my door, having my hand on the door knob. I decided to look at her eyes. They weren't as red as they were earlier.

"W-w-w-what happened to your red eyes, and your horribly voice??" I was so scared that I almost didn't get my sentence out.

Her face was much more....not dead as well...

"Every time someone dies, I come back to life more and more. I need 2 more people to die. And there are 2 more people in this house....do you see where I'm heading?" Her voice was sweet, but scary and sly at the same time.

"How do you know this?!?"

"That's what he told me before he killed me."

"Who is he?? Do I know him??"

"Yeah....you have been very close to him. So close that you have been in the same house with him."

"Okay well who is h-....." I couldn't finish my sentence because she disappeared...