Demonic Presence

Demonic Presence chapter 3

Demonic Presence.

chapter 3

Mekayla's Point Of View.

I awoke slowly, peacefully. As if nothing could go wrong. As if life was perfect.

But then I remembered.

I remembered the events of the last 48 hours.

I remembered the ouija board.

I remembered Daniel running away.

I remembered finding Daniel's body.

But most of all, I remember the look on Katie's face as she stepped away from the body.

She didn't look frightened.

She didn't look angry.

She looked ready.

And that's what freaked me out. If Katie had accepted Daniels death so easily, there had to have been a reason.

Katie doesn't get scared easily, she isn't freaked out easily, but she is always prepared, and determined.

If Katie got over Daniel's death so easily, then she must have decided something else was more important than grieving, anger, or revenge.

And I'm betting that its survival.

She must think that thing that went after Daniel is coming after her.

And that's what freaks me out.

For the first time since I woke up, I actually took in my surroundings. All my friends were sprawled out across Katie's bedroom floor.

Katie was asleep in her bed, but she didn't look at ease. She was thrashing about and her face was distorted due to what I assume is a nightmare.

I was disrupted from my thinking when I heard my stomach grumble.

I am SO hungry!

Come on Mekayla, tough through it, try to go back to sleep.

I lay back down on my pillow and closed my eyes.

**gruuuumble**

Damn stomach!

Why can't it just leave me in peace?

Sighing, I slid out of my sleeping bag and tiptoed around the bodies of my friends. I silently made my way down the stairs, trying to make as few creaks as I could.

My feet padded against the cold tile as I walked towards the kitchen.

Hmm, what should I eat?

I pulled out the nearest drawer and found it full of cloths.

I opened the huge white cupboard and peered inside.

Jackpot!

I pulled out the rainbow chip cookies and opened the huge stainless steel fridge, not bothering to close the cupboard door. I grabbed the milk carton and slowly walked towards the table.

"Where do you think you're going" inquired a low voice from behind me.

I felt the cookies slipping out of my hand, and heard a soft crash as the crumbs dispersed throughout the floor.

I slowly turned around and saw a guy leaning against the fridge.

A hot guy.

A REALLY hot guy.

He was a bit taller than me and had blond hair that almost covered his eyes. When you looked past all the hair, you could see his bright red eyes. Woah, creepy. But still, he's sexy!