Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Three

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

Chapter Three

It was a matter of days when I put my house up for sale and two weeks later, a lovely family from out of town bought it for $285,000, giving me more money to add to my inheritance. Mr. Haney’s granddaughter, Isabelle, was reluctant to sell me the Myers House but after much persuading, she was able to get me the house for $100,000; and extremely cheap price for obvious reasons, but it was a steal that I was not going to pass up.

My next step was spending money on new furniture, paint, turning on electric, plumbing, and cable. Finally, there was the task of fixing up the place, including the hole in the upstairs hallway. When Emmy had told me the origin of the mysterious hole, I nearly had a heart attack thinking of how she could have easily fallen to her untimely death and how the rest of the floor could have given away at any point when we were leaving the house after our ordeal with Derek’s friends. 

In the end, my final total of money left over was $585,000 and by the end of September, Emmy and I had moved into our new home.

“I love my new room! You even painted it canopy yellow, my favorite color!” Emmy yelled as she ran into the kitchen. She had spent the better part of the day exploring every nook and cranny of the house, except the basement; she always feared them, even in the old house in California she refused to go into the cellar even though it had been fully furnished and turned into an entertainment room. There were many times my aunt threw a party with friends or for birthdays and we would have alternate keeping Emmy company upstairs. I had suggested keeping the celebrations on the main floor, but according to my aunt, the basement was the biggest room to work with.

“Canary yellow,” I corrected her, “And I’m glad you like it,” Emmy had jumped at the chance to take Michael’s room, mainly for the easy entrance to the bathroom. I had been left to take Judith’s room since the middle room was too small and I didn’t want to sleep in Deborah’s old room, all the way downstairs, with Emmy on the second floor.

“Do I really have to start school tomorrow?” she whined as I set her dinner on the table; I wasn’t the best cook, but a box of mac and cheese wasn’t exactly rocket science. Emmy huffed as she sat in her seat.

“Yes, you’ve had an extended summer vacation and now it’s time to start second grade,” I mock whined, which only seemed to annoy the little girl more. She pushed her food around on her plate, stabbing the noodles and dropping them on the other side of plate before pushing them around again, showing no intention of eating. I made myself as sandwich and stood against the counter.

“I have to start school too, you know,” I continued, “I enrolled in the college nearby so that way I can get a good job and make a better life for us. So you aren’t alone.”

“I like my old friends,” Emmy muttered ignoring me and continuing to stab the noodles, only to drop her fork and continue to pout.

“I’m sorry, but we couldn’t stay in California anymore,” I sighed and sat beside her, “There were bad people who wanted to hurt me,” I shuddered at the thought of Derek, his now dead friends, and her.

“Apparently, there’s a bad person here, but you have no problem with that,” she spat angrily.

“Watch yourself,” I warned, my voice firm. I didn’t like punishing Emmy for her attitude, but that wasn’t to say I never did it.

“It’s true!” she cried, sounding desperate, as if she knew I was thinking about disciplining her. I sighed, I understood her feelings. When I left Haddonfield, I was forced to leave my own friends, not just Michael. When I was in high school, I made three more friends: Ethan, Kimberly, and Joanna. But, according to Ethan, he was the only one left; Jo was now a big shot lawyer in New York and Kim got married and moved somewhere out of state.