Wednesday
"The... The butterflies... The butterflies... You... you... need to... get.... get them... and then... make them... make them eat... CAULIFLOWER!" I jerked my head up and got a cold sweat immediately. Who was talking... It couldn't be Slender... the voice sounded more... demonic. I tried to look around the dark room, but still couldn't see anything, except the bright light of the alarm clock. "3:00" it read
"Slender.... Slenderman..." I whispered to him, my voice hoarse and fear clinging to each word.
"And... then laugh... at... at there... suffering! Ha... ha... ha ha... ha... ha... ha ha ha..." My eyes got wide with fear and I started to shake Slendy. "Slender... man! Wake up...!" I whispered. I smiled thankfully as I saw Slenderman shuffle and turn over. "What...?" He asked, confused, as he started to lift his head.
"There is someone else in this room... just... just listen!" I shouted, and then paused so there would be complete silence. After nothing happened I said, "I swear there was something in this room."
He murmured, "Speaking about crazy things, I had the strangest dream..." He said, as he stretched his arms and miscellaneous limbs. "There were butterflies..."
"That was you?!" I screamed, and even though I didn't see him, I could tell he winced at my sudden highness of my voice. He sounded taken aback as he said, "That was me what?"
"You were talking in your sleep..." I murmured lowering my head onto the pillow. "What was I saying!?" He said, very intrigued by house he was talking without him even noticing. "I mean... I wasn't talking in my sleep..."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever. And you were saying something about butterflies and how you were torturing them with cauliflower..." I started to close my eyes and get comfortable.
CRAAAASHH
"WHAT WAS THAT?" I heard Jason shout, obviously startled from the loud crash.
I slowly looked to Slenderman expecting him to yell out, 'sorry!', but weirdly he didn't. "Dude, what did you knock down this time?" I asked, assuming that the klutzy killer was the one who was knocking over things.
"What? That? Oh, that wasn't me, I thought that was you." He said, his voice sounding dumbfounded at the fact that it wasn't me. Even though I knew he couldn't see my face in the dark room, but I was in so much shock. I f it wasn't Slenderman, and it wasn't me... and apparently it wasn't Jason, who else could it be? Esther? I feel like she wouldn't be the one to knock something over. And Freddy loves to sleep, so why would he be up? Michael... it could be Michael.
I started to push Slendy gesturing for him to move off the bed so we can investigate what smashed in this house. He got up and sleepily asked, "Are you seriously going to check out what smashed? Why don't you just let Pin Head kill him?"
I shrugged and said, "Why does it matter to you? I just want to see what's going on in the house. I mean really, it's probably Freds getting another sandwich." Slenderman nodded and I put my hand on the door knob, the cold metal making me shiver. I turned my hand slowly (and might I add, reasonably dramatically) and opened the door making a blinding hallway light shine into the room. I squinted until I could see Esther, all dressed up in her 8 year old outfit, walking towards the stairs.
"E-Esther...?' I murmured, sleep making my words slurred, "What are you doing here? Dress like that?" Esther stopped in her tracks and 'shh'ed me. "If I can't get to the foster parents, the foster parents will get to me..." She whispered in her cute Russian accent. "What?" Asked Slenderman. "You! Leave now! If this person sees you he'll leave..."
"What are you talking about Esther?" I asked, but then got the most horrific thought. What if the person who came in drugged her... what if he drugged me!? "Oh my gosh! Esther, are you okay!? Are you feeling nasaus?" I yelled at her.
"Shut up!" She whispered, her voice now hoarse. "I mean, if I cannot go to an orphanage, we will take this person into our house, and when he least suspects it... bam! We kill him!" She said.
So let me just this straight... Esther is pretending to be an eight year old in our house, so we can bring in a random stranger for her to kill. Freddy will be totally against that...
"Whatever..." Slendy mumbled. "Wait, so I have to hide? I can't go in the forest, where will I go?" He then asked, as soon as Michael came walking in, unmasked. "I heard a smash what is it?"
"You! Just hide! Michael, I will explain everything tomorrow! I have to go downstairs to check on our... guest..." She said with a smile, her teeth instead of all jagged, more straight and white. She walked downstairs after flattening her dress, and with me and Mikey Mike following.
"Hello!" I heard Esther's voice, but I didn't dare look to see who was there. Was it a burglar? A friend? Maybe it was Alex... trying to wake me up. For what?I stood at the last step, not stepped off and turning to see who was there in the.. kitchen? Why in the kitchen? We have no 'ancient artifacts' or whatever in that room. Maybe knives and a few food items (Note to family: Need to go grocery shopping! Maybe I'll ask Freddy tomorrow when we are at the store if we can buy a few food items).
"Oh! I'm sorry! I'll just leave! Um... yeah! I have to go! I'm very sorry! I'll clean up thee forks I dropped... I'm sorry! I-I have to"-"Don't worry!" Esther interrupted her voice very calm. "Um... you won't tell your parents r-right...?" She murmured.
Something about this voice sounded familiar. I almost smirked to myself, thinking of Esther being asked if she was going to 'tell her parents'. At these times when she pretends to be an 8 year old, I am her bigger sister, which is even weird for me.
"Of course not! But may I ask... why are you looking in the stuff? What do you need?" She asked, her voice sounded as if she really cared, but inside her mind she was probably thinking about how she could careless. "I... I... I'm sorry. Um... I live on the streets, and... I... the house was right here... and I... needed food... I'm sorry! Please don't call the police!"
Homeless? I was itching to find out who it was. And I guess I should feel bad for the guy, but he did steal from us.
I took another step, and now I was off the stairs. All I needed to do was look around the corner of the kitchen doorway, and I could find out who it was.
I stepped out into the kitchen and stared in shock. That's impossible...
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