Footsteps

There it was again. That noise, it sounds like footsteps coming towards her room. It's just my imagination, thought Maria. She pulled her blankets closer even though she didn't need them on during warm June nights like this. CREAK! Just close your eyes and go to sleep, nothings going to hurt you, she thought. She squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to force sleep into her mind, Failing she reopened her eyes and stared into the bright red numbers that read 11:05 on her alarm clock. 8 hours until I have to be up, Maria realized, better get at least a few hours of sleep before school so I'm not asleep during English. She giggled at the thought of her sleeping on her desk, drool coming out of her mouth. She turned over trying to get more comfortable and -CREAK! Uh oh that sounded like my door, wow brain thanks for that image. She turned over just in time to see a blade come down on her. Suddenly she saw herself lying there knife in chest eyes wide open like she was paralyzed and watched in horror as the murderer grabbed the knife, yanked it out of her body, clean it off, put it in her coat and jump out the window. Then she saw herself in a coffin, her mother and father weeping silently over her body while her brother hid behind Aunt Ellen trying to understand what was going on. Then she was standing in utter darkness confused, scared and clueless about what was going on.

30 YEARS LATER.

"I can't believe we have to move into this dump of a house," complained Stacy "it's so prehistoric."

"I wanna go to the creek!!" whined Jake.

"Whatever," said Stacy, going back to playing angry birds on her iPhone.

"You guys can't go anywhere until everything is unpacked, and when that's done I have to go into town for a meeting. The Vice President has an amazing idea for a commercial advertising toilet paper!" explained Stacy's mom.

"The real Vice President?" asked Jake

"He-he, no sweetie, the Vice President of the company I work for," said their mom, amused.

"I still can't believe we moved HERE of all places. I mean I loved Nova Scotia so much and now we suddenly move to Vancouver were we don't now anyone," said Stacy bitterly. Or in other words, you made a really bad choice and even Miley the cat hates it here. Thought Stacy angrily.

"You know very well that we had to move here because after your dad left us we didn't have enough money to continue living here, and who knows maybe a new start is just what we need," Said her mom,

unloading boxes from the car, "and the view is beautiful, maybe you could take some awesome pictures of it like you always do," suggested her mom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later after the majority of their stuff was unpacked and their mom had left for her meeting, Stacy and Jake were left in the huge house with nothing to do.

"Let's go outside!" suggested Jake

"No," said Stacy.

"Let's play a game!"

"No"

"Let's go explore!"

"You know what? Fine let's go explore."

"Yay! Why don't you go upstairs and I check the bedrooms." Said Jake ecstatic that they found something to do. Reluctantly Stacy peeled herself off the couch and began clambering up the stairs. I hate it here, thought Stacy; I would be hanging out with my friends right now instead of playing Indiana Jones with Jake. Upstairs she found nothing good - just some old books, furniture covered in sheets and a picture of a young girl. She went back downstairs each step creaking as she went down. "Jake I didn't find anything, how about you?" She yelled "Jake? JAKE!" Stacy searched each bed room until she found Jake sitting on a bed in a room that most likely belonged to the girl she saw in the picture upstairs. Jake was staring at the doorway when she came in and didn't seem to notice Stacy at all. She had to wave her hands multiple times before he even noticed she was there.