Halloween was three days away, pumpkin carving activities were taking place everywhere in Abbey Street. A tumble down house was secluded from all of the parties and activities. No one, even Relinda Zen, dared to go anywhere near it. It was haunted. Of course, a family lived in it. The family was called the Brown's family. They acted oddly, people would say, but I'd say they acted interestingly. Luckily enough, birds loved the youngest of the children, Roger Brown.
The lightening flashed, the thunder rumbled and the birds took cover in Roger's duvet. Roger was milky white, terrified of the storm and kept pulling the blankets over his head and kissing the birds. The birds sung a jumbled melody and Roger, dripping sweat, curled up and snored. The house shook and rocks fell from the unloved shack. It waited for someone to wonder down the street and to get squashed by the stones.
"Lazy worm", Roger's mother creaked like a rusty iron lock being opened. Roger dived into the duvet once more and scanned it. The birds had flown away, he popped his head out of it and chuckled. His mum clutched an eagle shaped walking stick and knocked over his glass with it.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming mum!" Roger sighed and slipped out of bed. Unlike the rest of his zombie, vampire, half- animal and fairy family, he was human with a quarter of lion in him. His mother didn't go but watched him change into his furry shorts and t-shirt.
Once they had walked and clanked downstairs, Roger saw his first surprise. Grandma Blood, a Vampire princess, drinking human- blood from a bowl and ranting on about vampire rights. He dropped into the seat next to her as his dad glared at him, his oily green skin reflecting onto his son's. Apparently, Roger was a let down as he was only quarter lion. By the way, you're parents type of being doesn't affect you're being. It's that random.
Anne, Louie and Olimpia were giggling around the table and feasting on fish, pixie dust and a carcass.
"Aren't you going to say Morning? Useless teeth," Grandma Blood snapped at Roger. Anne sniggered and stopped eating her carcass whilst Louie and Olimpia carried on chomping away on their food. Roger tried to sit still and chuckle but he merely snarled patheticly. Grandma Blood, Anne, mum and dad laughed and clutched their sides till their ribs ached. Whilst it was happening, Roger slipped out of his chair, scanned around the room wairily and sprinted upstairs to his room.
He covered himself up in the duvet so he couldn't even hear Anne's howls of amusement. Luckily enough for her, she was a zombie like dad. And Olimpia was a fairy with a quarter troll in her which always was a jumble but at least it was more interesting than Roger's type. Louie was the best, three quarters cat and a quarter imp, everyone loved him, no one could help themselves.
Roger gulped, his throat was building up, he was going to cry. And he did. He howled and shivered into his pillows.
