The Monster (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2: sneak out?

Do they really want me to sneak out again? My parents have been suspicious. My parents are going to find out if I don't stop soon. My friends are so stupid sometimes.

"Hey Jessie!" My friend Rebecca called out to me.

"Hey." I say while I kept walking to my locker.

"So? You sneaking out tonight?" She asks.

"Again? We've been doing this a lot lately." I sigh.

"Don't be a baby!" She slaps my back and runs down the hall. "I'll meet you out there!"
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I get home and start thinking about sneaking out. I was in deep thought when I hear a bang coming from my room. I've been hearing noises in my room for the past couple months. It started when I started sneaking out.

"Hello?" I ask. Nothing. Nothing. I walk up my stairs and I open my bedroom door. "Hello?" I ask again.

"Hi." I hear a faint whisper and I whip around to see nothing. Nothing. It was just my imagination. I would be lying if I said it didn't scare me.

I started thinking about tonight again trying to get my mind off of what I just heard. I think I'll go just this last time the. It's time to step up and actually worry about so thing else other than partying.

I started to look for an outfit for tonight. I picked something simple, an oversized sweatshirt that said make love, black skinny jeans, black vans and a grey beanie. I quickly but carefully painted my nails black.

It was now 8:45. My parents just got home so I put on some pajamas and told them goodnight before waiting for them to fall asleep.

I waited about an hour until they were asleep. I started hearing the noises again. I was getting quiet scared so I quickly put on my outfit before leaving my room.

I was about to open my window when I heard my closet door slide open. I froze scared to see what was behind me.

I knew my house was old and was probably haunted if you believed in those things. I've lived here ever since I was little. My parents told me that when we first moved into this house I use to play with a little boy. Nobody else could see him is what I told my parents. I don't remember any of it. They told me when I turned seven it just stopped.

I came back to reality when I felt a hand on my shoulder. In a soft but husky voice someone the person touching me said. "Don't leave, you've been a very bad girl lately."