The Hidden Truth

Chapter 1 Wolf Moon Pt 1

Chapter one:

I swear to the holy heavens there is nothing on TV anymore... Oh wait, hey, Spongebob is on! I sighed, covering myself up with my comforter.

I'm amazing.

I started to drift off until I had the sudden urge to pee. I need to pee. I groaned, thrashing my arms. "Stupid bladder" I mumbled as I got out of my comfortable bed and made my way to the bathroom.

Before I could reach the bathroom door I heard a thud from outside. I stopped to listen, wondering if it was just the wind or some animal outside. I then heard it again. My heart started to race. I slowly walked to the end of the hallway and crept my way down the stairs, peering into a few windows to see if I could see anything.

Nothing.

I heard the thud again, louder this time. I reached the bottom of the stairs and crept toward the closet by the front door. Slowly, I opened it, seeing if I could use something to protect myself.

My eyes skimmed the closet as it mainly contained a variety of shoes, spreading out all on the bottom floor, ranging from sneakers, boots, sandals, to high heels, and even slippers. I looked at the coat rack, containing rain jackets, sweatshirts, some old winter clothing. I shook my head. None of these will do. I looked to my right seeing a broom and a still wet mop from earlier that day. I smiled to myself remembering how I spilt my glass of milk and blamed Scott. The mop will do.

Wait a sec. I still have to pee. I sighed. Whatever, I'll pee later.

I grabbed my shoes from the bottom of the scattered closet room floor and slowly closed the closet door. Before I closed it I realized I could use my moms heels as a weapon. I shook my head.

Probably not appropriate to just stab someone with heels.

I slowly walked over to the front door, putting my shoes on as quietly as I could. I reached for the door handle, slowly turning until it clicked. I quietly opened the front door. My eyes began skimming the porch as I held on tightly to my mop. I stepped onto the porch. I looked to my left, seeing nothing but the trees glistening from the moonlight. I turned my head to the right to see across the porch a dark figure.

Here goes nothing.

"AHHHHH!" I screamed, charging at the mysterious dark figure with my eyes closed. I swung my wet mop in all directions I could think of and eventually I made contact.

"Kim!"

Hit.

"Stop hitting..."

Hit.

"ME!" I stopped swinging and slowly lowered my mop while reopening my eyes and looked up at the mysterious dark figure. Which, so happened to be my dearest brother Scott. He was frowning at me with his one hand up by his face while the other held a baseball bat.

"Oh. Hey Scotty, sorry about that ." I said, slightly embarrassed. I put the mop on the ground.

"Kimberly?! What is wrong with you?" He whispered angrily, throwing his hand down by his side. "Hitting me with a slimy mop! That-that's disgusting!" He said, while wiping his face from the reminiscence of the milk.

I scoffed. "Well, my bad. I just thought you were an intruder or a robber and I had no choice but to attack." Shrugging my shoulders. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He began to look around and started running his hands through his hair. Suddenly, we both were startled when we heard something drop from the roof top. We both looked at each other, Scott raised his bat and I grabbed the mop up from the floor. We slowly started making our way to the noise.