One Wrong Turn

Chapter 3

Tommy woke Jake from his sleep, no dream awoke him this morning and he was running late.

"Jaaaake, get uuuup!" Yelled tommy as he yanked the covers from Jake's tired grasp. Jake yawned and stretched but rushed to get ready as soon as he saw the time. He rushed to school and finally was able to pay attention during classes again. When he got out, he didn't even think of the lot down the street, so he headed straight home.

He got back early and did his homework before eating dinner alone in his room while he drew. His mind went blank and he ended up drawing that house, detail by detail. When he realized what he drew he jolted and fell out of his seat. He heard his mother voice call up to see if everything was alright when she heard the loud thump. His voice shook a bit at first as he was still startled, but he regained control of it as he shouted back down to her that it was nothing.

He stood up and went to his desk, picking up the paper and seeing in small print along the bottom: "Go back"

He didn't know what caused him to draw it, but he crumpled it up and tossed it into the trash. Dragging his feet, he lazily layed down in bed until he let sleep come. With sleep, also came the dream.

He finally opened the door, but the inside of the house was an empty void. Pitch black and nothing inside. He reached his hand in and the void engulfed it, pulling him through into the house after it, jolting him awake. He panted as he suddenly couldn't breath as well but shook it off and left once again for school.

He got home and his mother and him argued for hours on end about his grades once again. She had checked to see how he was doing, since he wasn't paying any attention to class, his grades had been dropping like they did every year, yet his mother still believed he could do better. She mentioned something about getting him a tutor and he lost control, yelling at her how she thought he was an idiot before marching off to his room where he sulked until morning sun poured into the room, onto his face and waking him. His bad mood returned and he and his mother had argued again. He threw his hands up and walked out the door as she yelled something behind him, but he didn't listen and just kept walking, grabbing his skateboard and heading of to school.

About halfway there he realized what his mom had yelled at him. It was a Saturday and she was wondering where he was going because there was no school. He sighed and turned around, not wanting to go home to more arguements and fighting, he turned down the road again, going under the tunnel of trees. His anger drove him towards the empty yard, but when he looked up:

The lot wasn't empty anymore.