Murder house

He's after you, and its not gonna end pretty (2014)

*"Did he repeat it" I nodded slowly and if it was even possible his eyes widened more "And you replied with what"

"Pardon this is my house, you get out and is that all you can say 'get out' why"

"Shit, Michael, MICHAEL" He shouted pacing around the room.

"Yep" he showed up in the blink of an eye.

"It's Luke, he's back"*

Brooklyn POV

"Hey Brooklyn, I thought I told you to go and get the box from the basement" Michael was sat in the living room with me.

"Yeah," i sighed "wait did you leave a second note" I questioned.

"Nope, why" he looked confused.

"Their was a second one saying to go at noon and that if I tell mum she'll kill you" I titled my head to the side abit sending him a look of confusion.

"No, that wasn't me" he said slowly trying to think of who it could of been. "And I don't know who it was, was it signed" I shook my head. "You got your bracelet on"

"Yep"

"Wanna go get the box now, Jason ain't in" he looked excited for this box.

"Sure why not" I stood up and Michael followed me to the basement turning on the light we went down together.

"I can't go any further" he stopped at the end of the stirs.

"Why" I questioned looking into the dusty room.

"Long story, that box over t-"

"GET OUT" a familiar voice boomed though the room.

"And where leaving" I went to go up the stirs but Michael stopped me.

"Not until you have that box" he smirked and pointed again.

"The v-"

"Don't listen to it, it's all in your head Brooke" their was something strange about him, he's never been like this, he's normally sweet and innocent.

I went further into basement the voice kept repeating the words 'GET OUT GET OUT' and they kept getting louder every time.

"Come on Brooke it's their" I looked back and he still had that stupid ass smirk on his lips, I turned away and grabbed the box and brought it back to Michael.

"BUT IT BACK"

"OH MY GOD, CAN YOU ONLY SPEAK SIMPLE ENGLISH" i shouted back at the voice.

"Hah, best comeback ever" Michael laughed and walked up the stirs, the door slammed and Michael toppled over falling on to me and down the stirs.

Thud

I whacked my head on the bottom step and blacked out to the sound of Calum running in the room.

"I told you to put it back" the voice came again it was the same backdrop as before I passed out.

"Well I asked if you only spoke simple English" if you ask me these sassed comebacks are getting me no where.

"GET OUT"

"my point proven" I laughed walking up to the basement door "Wait are you gonna slam it in my face again or.."

"GET OUT"

"I'll take that as a no then, thanks" I walked out into pitch black and turned around their was no more basement only darkness.

I closed my eyes "it's just a dream" I spoke quietly to myself.

"Now that's where your wrong Brooklyn" the voice laughed I opened my eyes to be faced with pale blue eyes and blonde hair.

I tried screaming but it didn't work.

"GET OUT" the voice screamed in my face and then left.

I cried trying to get up "Brooklyn, I'm so sorry" I looked up to see Michael stood over me.

"Lets get out" he nodded and helped me up."What happened" he asked leading me to the kitchen getting an ice pack.

"It was him again" I spoke softly.
This person was starting to scare me, I mean when we talk about the basement he shows up in my dreams and tells me to 'GET OUT' its my house why should I?

"What did he say"

"'I told you to put it back, get out, get out I went out to be faced with darkness and then I closed my eyes saying it was just a dream and he laughed and told me I was wrong, but he used my name, Michael I'm scared" I confused.

"Theirs nothing I can do" he looked sad.

"Why"

"Because I'm fucking dead, what do you want me to do, ay, send him back where he came from, he's a king he'll come back for you and trust me he ain't leaving till he gets what he wants he's afteryouanditain'tgonnaend pretty" he shouted at me, I was startled he's never been this aggressive before, never.

"And what's that" I snarled.

"You"