Forlot - Books 10-12

Chapter Twenty

"Mom!"

"Dude! Let us talk about this!"

I was speeding down the sidewalk with Milo right behind me. I was terrified. Like, I was sweating all over and knew that my skin was as pale as toothpaste because that was what my best friend compared me to.

I do not know how I kept from wetting myself. Whenever I am horrified, I accidentally wet myself.

Hey! Do not laugh at me! Would you be laughing if you found razor blades in your food and realize that you could have swallowed one of them? It was not even Halloween!

I was panicking, for I feared for my life. I could have gotten severely injured. Or worse. Died.

What if whoever stabbed Stacy to death was planning to kill me next? And why the heck would that person want to kill me?! I am a kid! I did not do anything wrong! Well, anything major.

My mom was right. Kira would do anything, and she meant anything, to get back at her. Did that include murdering her biological son?

Terrible thoughts swirled around my brain.

What if Kira decided to kill off my little sister? What if she fed her razor blades? Or poison?

I had to save Amy.

I was heading to my mom's house, but when I came to the realization that my dear sister was in immediate danger, I made a sharp turn and jogged up to my house.

Milo came to a halt right in front of my house. "Dude...what are you...doing?" he asked in between breaths.

I did not answer him. I was too focused - and too worried - about Little Amy. I lifted my leg and foot and was about to kick open the door, like those people do in the movies.

I lowered my leg and foot as soon as I had raised them. I rubbed my eyes because I thought that I was seeing something that was not actually there. Maybe the lights in the house were fooling me.

I blinked once - and my eyes bulged.

The front door was open a crack. Just enough for a small person to get in.

And before my mind could race with possible theories, I heard a giggle.

I brought my head to the crack of the door and listened closely. More giggles were coming from inside the house.

Milo came up to me and asked, "What are you doing, Jackson?"

I looked up at him and put a finger over my lips, indicating for him to lower his voice to a whisper. "I hear giggling. Creepy giggling."

His expression changed to shock. "Dude. Is that Kira? Is that psycho the one doing that?"

"...no."

"What? But—"

I quickly cut him off. "As much as it would make sense, it is not her. That is not how she giggles."

"Jackson, the giggles that we both have heard from her have to be fake. We know that she murdered your mother's worker and almost you."

"We only have suspicions. And evidence. And even though that neither of us have heard disturbing sounds from her, I know for sure that she is not making those giggles."

"Well...if she is not making them, then who?"

"There is only one way to find out."

I stood back up straight and grasped the doorknob.

"Whoa. Wait," Milo said. "We are going to go in there?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Jackson, there is a stranger in there. The giggles are too girly to be your dad and too spooky to be your baby sister."

"Your point?"

"Whoever is in there probably has a gun and is robbing the place! I say that we bail."

"Not until we know for sure that Amy is not in here."

"Dude, you really want people to attend our funerals, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Do you not have a weapon of something in your backpack? Like a bat?"

"Now that you mention it, I do." He unzipped his backpack, reached into it, and pulled out a long and wide bat. "I always carry this baby around in case that I get attacked."

I squeezed the knob tightly. "On the count of three, we go in. One...two...three!"

I swung open the door, and my best friend and I scrambled in. I decided to leave the door wide open just in case that we had the need to escape.

"Okay. We are in," Milo whispered to me. "What do we do now?"

"We need to go to Amy's room," I whispered back.

Quickly and quietly, we made our way up the stairs.

"Hey, I just realized something," Milo said. "If neither your dad nor Kira is here, what are the chances that your sister will be here?"

"Oh." I felt a little embarrassed, and my cheeks got hot. "You have a point there."

We nearly jumped out of our shoes when we heard a voice. It was the same voice that had created those giggles and came from Amy's bedroom.

"Good job, Amy. My, my. You are talented."

Milo and I looked at each other before rushing into the room. We figured that there would be two people. Amy and the stranger.

And we were...sort of right.

Little Amy was indeed in her room. She was sitting on the floor and playing with some of her toys.

Milo and I surveyed the place to see if we could find the intruder. Maybe he or she was hiding from us.

Unfortunately for us, we got something much more disturbing.

I noticed that one of Amy's dolls was sitting next to her. And it was that new doll. Gabi Dollson. There was no hole in her chest anymore. She was fixed.

Then, the creepiest thing in the world happened. Wait for it. Wait for it...

"Hello, boys," the doll said.

"Ah!" Milo jumped back. "The doll can talk!"

"Tell me, boys. How does it feel to be scared? Oh, you must be mortified that I am alive."