No One Saw... But Us

The New House

(Angie)

"Dad?" Harlem questions.

"Yeah Sweet?" He responds. How can he call her "sweet"? Shes repulsive.

"Why aren't we turning, this is our lakehouse, right?" I glance over. It sure is our lakehouse, and were zooming past it.

Mom giggles in excitement.

"Well, girls, we bought a new lakehouse! We really wanted it to be a suprise! Its sucluded in the woods, far away from town. The movers already moved all of our things there, its ready to live in!" Dad whistles in excitement."Arn't you excited...?" he asks.

"Yeah, totally." I say, even though I'm dying on the inside. How could they move without our consent? Now were far away from town, far away from that hot year-round boy, whats his name...

(Harem)

Brandon. That's it Brandon. Boy was he hot. Now were just off in the woods, far away from civilazation, living like pilgrims. Okay, maybe not that far away, but still.

We drive for about an hour longer before dad pulls into a long winding strip of bumpy terrain. It takes us about 5 minutes before dad slams on his breaks to a halting stop.

"Were here." He says breathlessly, like he just about killed a person.

"Oookay Then." Angie pops out of the car and waltz over to her bright pink luggage bag. She struggles to pull it out of the trunk, since she is 5'1 and weighs 100 pounds.Here let me help you, I say. I always give her a hard time, because I am 5'4.

"No, Harlem. I. Got. This." She pulls, and with a thud her suitcase tumbles too the ground.

"See?" she pipes, grabbing the clutch too her luggage and rolling it into the house.

I haven't even looked at the house yet. I look up and am greeted by a 3 story dungeon. Grey brick, and minimal windows say hello too me. This surley does not look like a lake house.

I grab my luggage, and here the thud of the door from Angie.

(Angie)

"Ugh..." I say, I put my luggage down the hardwood floor with a loud thud. The house is really dusty, and you can tell its really old. Totally not my type.

I shrug, and bounce up the stairs anyway, eager too see what my room looks like. There are a bunch of old family photos on the wall, not our family of course. I stare at them for a moment. This was probably there lakehouse. When I enter the hallway of rooms, I notice each room has a child's name.

"Molly" is scratched lightly in the first door. I enter it, too be surrounded by my stuff, of course, and a pile of old toys in the corner, covered by drape. Photos are still on the wall, bunches of pictures of this little girl.

I'm guessing its Molly, but I'm not sure. The pictures are really old, like from the eighteen hundreds, so I can't tell what color the girls hair is, but from the looks of it, probably auburn. She looks about 7 also.

I sigh, I wonder what happened to this Molly.

(Harlem)

"Henry" The door too my room says. I wonder who Henry was. I sigh, and am greeted by my stuff. Pictures are on the walls though, of a boy, probably around 10 or so.

They kind of creep me out, so I begin to take them down, but before I can get far, I hear a little girls voice so faint its like the wind... "Don't take those down..." it begins, "There important to me... its my brother."