The House

Chapter 5: No Needles, No Problem

Logan's Pov.

I got up from the floor. Sammy looked at me. She started to walk to hallway. She walked straight into a random room. I followed her without hesitation. I quickly turned on the lights in the room. I saw it has a bedroom with an old fashion queen bed with a bathroom attached to the bedroom. The wall are a peachy color with little black flower detail. Sammy went into the bathroom to look for clues.

While, I tried to find something. That would be more useful then a hateful entry from a diary. I walked around the room and looked under the bed which had nothing but dust-bunnies under it. I looked at the dresser for a few minutes before I opened it. I opened the first drawer to found a lot of pictures of me with doodles on my face. I threw some papers on the floor and I noticed a piece of cloth sticking out from under the papers. I took out more papers and I could tell this is not a piece of cloth.

It is a pile of dolls that look like people I know. I looked through the pile till one caught my eye. I picked it up and I walked into the bathroom. I poked Sammy on her shoulder. She looked up from where she was searching. She saw I was holding a voodoo doll that looked exactly like me, but with tons of needles in its body.

"You found a voodoo doll that looks like you." Sammy said

"Yes, but there were lot more. I had the most needles in me." I explained

"Well, we can fix that." She takes out all of the needles, "see don't you feel better now."

"Yes, because taking out needles will solve my problem of having a mad man after me and wanting to destroy my whole world."

"I'm going to take that as a no."

"Of course I'm not feeling better. I keep finding things that are pointing out that someone wants me dead."

"You know we don't know if they want you dead but we know they want you to suffer."

"Thank you very much for the happy information."

"Well, that was rude."

"I'm sorry but I'm freaking out about this whole thing."

"Same, but I think you are forgetting that you are wearing a back bag full of stuff."

"Oh yeah, that's why when I tripped back it hurt a lot more."

I looked inside of it. It had snacks, a pocket knife, a lacrosse ball, and two lacrosse sticks on the outside. Maybe that is also why when I walked I felt something hitting my legs. I handed Sammy a lacrosse stick and a snack.

"Well, at least now we can eat before we die." I joked and she glared at me.

"Or we have lacrosse sticks to protect us." She told me as we ate and I hoped this would not be our last meal.