"Oh. . . wow." Mike says, in the least assuring tone possible.
I could feel my heart rate speeding up. Mike had made it sound like a fairly mediocre home. It wasn't. There were bags spilling out trash in the front yard, and large dents near the top of the house, as if a giant had come and tried to knock it down. I guess I was used to this, but there was something different about this time; I was getting adopted, not 'rented' anymore. I thought that by the time I got adopted, I would have a nice home. . . this one looked worse that most of my other homes.
I saw a faint silhouette of an old lady in the doorway; there was only one person who lived there.
I climbed out of the car and saw her more clearly. She had one gray eye and one purple. I tried to contemplate how this was possible, but I decided to stay on the positive side of things.
Right as I started walking to her, something fell out of an old, upstairs window and shattered it; a candlestick.
"Probably Sweetcheeks" she told me in a rather, smooth voice.
"I thought you were the only one who lived here" I questioned her.
"Well, I am, but I have a cat named Sweetcheeks." This time in a slightly rough, rigid voice. "Would you like to come inside?" She asked Mike, but instead just shut the door in his face. It's almost like she had two personalities. I hope the bad one doesn't shine through for me.
"You can go upstairs, and see your room. The only door up there." She said like I wouldn't find out when I got there anyway.
"Ok. . . what after?"
"Just get settled, and I'll be there in a short bit. Still the inside of the house looked like a trash bag. Long deep scratches in the wood coming from the ceiling, I tried not to question it, but it seemed so odd and mysterious.
I walked up the old, creepy, stairs, and when I opened the door, my mouth dropped.
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Mystery / ThrillerHer frail hands were much too small to grasp what she had coming. Mack, (short for Mackenzie) had been adopted for only two short weeks until the odd occurrences had started happening. She was only ten years old, and she was alread...
