Doll House [On Hold]

Chapter 2: The Noises

The crash is something worth finding out. But, I really want to know what's behind the white door.

"Noise, one of the most annoying things in the world. Now I have to deal with it every day. First, the white door, and now this? Ughh!" I say stomping upstairs,

"Calm down, its only a haunted house. What even made you choose this place?" Henry asks,

"It wasn't me, it was my wonderful mom," I exaggerate as I reach the top step, "I think the noise came from my room," I say as we both head there. We find a broken window, and a cat sleeping on my bed.

"Mr. Snuggles, how'd you get here?" Henry says as he picks up the cat.

"Mr. Snuggles?" I snort,

"My little sister, she named this fat beast. Sorry about the broken window, heh, I tell my parents what happened."

"No worries. I don't think one window will do any harm."

"YOU'RE WRONG!" A voice yells from above,

"Ahh," Henry and I yell,

"Wow, this house is so cool. Can I sleep over one day?"

"I didn't think you were the ghost loving type, heh,"

"Oh, you're very wrong. I love ghosts and stuff on that topic."

"Of course you do," I roll my eyes, "Come, let's head downstairs,"

"So, did you guys find out what the noise was?" Mom asks,

"Yup, A cat and a broken window," I answer,

"Did, did you say, broken window?" Mom starts to get angry,

"Is it as bad as you not telling me what's behind the white door?"

"Oh please, Lacey, we have a guest here, and don't need to cause any trouble,"

"Oh my god, mom!" I storm out the front door and sit on the front porch. A few moments later, Henry comes and sits beside me. He gives me personal space, which I didn't expect. That was nice of him.

"Why are you still here?" I ask, "Won't your parents worry about where you are?"

"Geez, you ask so many questions. I didn't think you were the social type, no offence."

"None took. And no, I'm not a social person. I tend to keep to myself because of my problems.

"Lacey, the critical you're talking worries me. I think you should talk to your mom."

"You're right! I'll talk to her,"

"Good to hear," He smiles. I smile back. We continue to talk and talk till sunset. We decided to give each other our numbers as we parted ways. It felt nice talking to him. I go inside and have dinner. Mom and I discuss our problem, and she continued not telling me what's behind the room. But that's not even the worst part. The worst part was trying to sleep here at night.