The Door

Chapter 18

I heard a cry coming from upstairs. "The baby." I said then I ran upstairs. My parents and my brothers followed.

I opened one of the bedroom doors and saw a crib with small fists waving above it. I went towards it and saw a baby girl crying. She stopped as soon as she saw me.

J.D. came next to me. "What's her name?" J.D. asked.

"We haven't think of a name for her yet." Mom said.

I thought about my great idea for the baby's name back in Europe. "How about Lucille?" I asked.

Mom and Dad looked at each other for a moment. They finally shrugged. "I guess, we couldn't think of anything else." Dad said with a smile.

"I think Lucille's a great name for her." J.D. said excitedly.

"I agree." Dwayne chimed in.
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It was dinner time and I was happy to be back with my family and see my baby sister again.

But something felt a little weird, like if something or someone might've followed us. It was probably just me.

"Hey dad." J.D. said.

"Yes?" Dad responded.

"Has that chandelier always swing back and forth?" J.D. asked while pointing to the chandelier on top of us that was moving side to side.

"Hmm. No not really," said Dad, "it might just be the moving air in here."

I wasn't sure if the portal brought us to another weird dimension of or if there actually is moving air in here.

All of a sudden the chandelier fell quickly down and crash landed in the middle of the table causing the food and material from the chandelier to splayed everywhere.

We all quickly got out of our seats and stared up where the chandelier was. "Maybe there's some loose nails or something." Dad said uncertain.

"Is everyone okay? No cuts, bruises, glass stuck to your skin?" Mom asked quickly while brushing Lucille's back.

"Nope, were good." Dwayne said. "Well, I'm good, I don't know about the others."

"I'm fine." J.D. said.

"Me too." I said.

"Well, I'll go and get the broom and vacuum to clean all of this up." Dad said. "And if you guys are still hungry, we can order us some pizza."

After about thirty minutes, my dad and Dwayne finally got all of the tiny pieces of chandelier glass off the table and floor. I laid on the couch waiting impatiently for the pizza to arrive. I wanted to eat the leftovers that was on the table, but it probably has glass pieces in them.

I decided to eat a bag of chips to hold me up. I opened the snack cabinet and all of a sudden a bag of potato chips fell to the floor. Something has to be wrong here. I thought to myself as I picked up the bag and went back to the couch.

I opened the bag of chips and stuck my hand in there. I felt nothing. I looked inside and saw that the bag was empty. "Huh?" I asked myself in confusion.

"Can I have some?" J.D. asked.

"There is none." I said showing him the bag.

"Wow. You ate all of them that fast?" J.D. asked. "You must be hungry."

"No," I looked back inside the bag, "it was not opened when I saw it and I could've sworn I felt chips inside."

"It was probably just your imagination." J.D. said.

Or was it?