𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

5.

one week later...

***

"Zuri can you take this outside to your dad?" Zuri nodded taking the plastic bowl out to her father. As she walked outside down the last step it broke making her fall.

"Whoa, you okay baby girl?" Her dad asked, rushing over to her.

Zuri looked at her surroundings to see why and how she fell. "Um, uh yeah." She laughed. Whenever Zuri took a fall or tripped she'd bust into laughter just because it was funny. Mostly laughing at herself.

"Are you sure?" Her dad chuckled. She nodded as he grabbed her hand to help her stand up. Zuri slapped her pants to get the grass and dirt off her.

"I'm-" Zuri was cut off by her mother opening the door with a another bowl in her hand. Her father had already picked up the now dirty bowl handing it to Chandice.

"I heard you take a little whoopsie, are you okay?" Her mother asked, as they headed back inside.

"Yes mommy, I'm fine." Zuri smiled. Chandice nodded heading back over to the stove. Overall the house was smelling good and everyone was in good spirits.

"Come on Ar'mon, I really don't wanna play anymore." Shiloh groaned, looking over at his brother. Ar'mon smacked his lips as he paused the game.

"Wassup with you? You've been acting strange this past few days, you good?" Shiloh rubbed his eyes, but he nodded that he was okay.

"I just don't want to play anymore." Ar'mon nodded and headed back to the games home screen.

"Ight bro, but um, whenever you get a chance, can I borrow that nineties comic?" Shiloh chuckled with a head nod.

"Yeah, you can. I'll bring it to you in a second." Shiloh lifted himself from the bed heading back down the hall to his bedroom.

Shiloh closed the door behind just because he liked to feel secured in his room and not feel so paranoid with the door open. He opened his draw that he made specifically for his comic books. He separated them from old to new, year's and read to unread.

As he searched for the comic that his brother requested he heard a creaky noise. He stopped what he was doing and looked back but there was nothing there. Furrowing his thick eyebrows he quickly shook it off and went back in search for the comic.

Shiloh flipped, turned, and looked underneath each comic he touched. Where was the nineties comic? He sighed getting up from where he squatted, he looked on the bed to see the comic laid neatly beside the pillow.

What the heck? He thought. When he first walked in his bedroom there wasn't anything on his bed. His phone charged on the beside table, with his headphone tangled on top.

Picking up the comic he looked at it, observing it closely. The pages had been torn out, at least ten. His mouth dropped open, appalled that his favorite book was destroyed.

*BUMP*

Shiloh swiftly turned around to see what that noise was. His heart was racing and his skin was bumping up. "H-Hello?" He spoke. Nothing. He walked over to the foot of the bed in search for what or who made that sound. Then there was crying, like a childlike cry. Then there was a sniffle.