Chapter 1 – Home Alone

Home alone; No parents, no annoying siblings, full independence and the entire house to yourself for the entirety of six, god sent weeks.

Every teenagers dream right? Well, it would have been for me if I wasn't so god damn bored after just a few hours of being left at home.

Mom and dad had left me and my twin Erica to go on some cruise the second we got back from school and shortly after that Erica left to hang out at some random friend's house so, needless to say, entertainment was limited.

Yeah, not how you'd expect a story to start but this is where everything went to hell.

With a deep sigh I leaned back against the window and took a bite out of the apple I had earlier taken to tossing up into the air.

I swung my legs back and forth against the edge of the counter lazily and momentarily glanced down at the dogs, three fluffy Chihuahuas , who in turn stared longingly at the apple that I held in my hand.

With another sigh I shrugged.

So much for healthy eating.

I tossed the apple over to the dog box, expecting them to catch it, however within seconds a large fluffy blur dove up and latched onto the red fruit.

That blur was none other than Tilly, the double decker dog.

With a muffled triumphant bark said Chihuahua scurried off with the apple in her mouth, leaving us watching in confusion and surprise.

Seconds later her mom, Angel, sprinted after, barking angrily at her daughter, followed slowly by the oldest of the three Misty.

With a groan I pushed myself off of the counter and decided that some TV could help ease my severe case of boredom.

I trudged through the house into the living room where I spotted my favourite fuzzy blanket lounging across the sofa and I felt a grin rise to my face.

I grabbed the TV remote from the side and pounced onto the blanket where I took to burrito-ing myself with the material.

With a content sigh at the comfort and warmth it offered I turned on the TV and snuggled into the fabric.

I clicked channel one and pulled a disgusted face when a cooking show popped up, showing what looked like some deformed spinach lasagne.

I clicked to the next channel to get rid of the monstrosity however nothing interesting was on.

*Click* Nothing.

*Click* Nothing.

*Click* Nothing.

This went on for a few minutes before I clicked onto Youtube with a bored sigh.

Scanning through the recommended videos I found a cheek splitting grin rise to my face as I clicked onto a one hour montage of various gaming youtubers.

As the video went on it showed many familiar youtubers laughing, screaming and joking their ways through the games that they were playing, causing me to laugh along with them as I felt my boredom wash away for the time being.

The phone suddenly rang and I groaned in irritation, unwillingly un-curling myself from my burrito cocoon.

I strode angrily over to the phone and coughed to right my voice before answering.

"Hello?" I asked in a monotone voice; however the only reply I received were screams and the sound of something smashing.

"DANI!" a familiar voice yelled and I face palmed.

"What's the matter now Erica? I asked, un-amused by her antics.

"Nothing! Just-!"

*BOOOOOM!*

An explosion suddenly drowned out her voice from somewhere in the background.

"-Listen, I'm gonna be home late so expect me back by…..10…tomorrow"

"Wait, why?" I asked, however another familiar voice cut her off.

"Get back here you little-!"

"Bye Dani!"

*Click*

I stared at the phone in silence for about a minute or so before sighing.

Oh great, she was at Koffee's house.

If you're confused allow me to explain.

Kothanyl, or to everyone else Koffee was one of the many random friends that my twin had and by far the craziest.

Despite the fact that he was the world's most dangerous pyromaniac when given a deodorant can and lighter, and the fact that he once at a pencil saying that it tasted like popcorn AND the fact that he stabbed Erica twice with a pen/pencil he was still unnaturally weird.

Oh, and did I mention he had an odd obsession for ducks? Yeah, he liked ducks.

So you can imagine what chaos him and Erica could cause when they combined their smarts or lack thereof.

Wait, I'll let you guys visualise it for a second.

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…. Done? Yea, not a good image is it? Didn't think so.

Placing the phone back onto the holder I made my way back into the living room where I was met with an unwelcome sight.

Much to my misfortune the dogs had taken over the sofa and while there was plenty of room left they warded me off with a growl every time I tried to get on.

The fluffy little devils.

With a growl directed at them I sat myself down on the floor to continue watching the montage, however, because the TV suddenly hated me with all it's being it had other plans.

The screen had seemingly glitched out because only the background of the game was left; no youtubers, no gameplay and returning boredom.

Man this was one crappy day.

With a sound similar to a disappointed Wookie I punched the carpeted floor angrily, only to recoil with a whine of pain.

"Oh come on! How the hell can this get any worse!?"

*CRASSSSSSHHHHHHHH!*

Suddenly an almighty crashing sound erupted from upstairs, which could only mean two things.

1 Harpreet (Another one of Erica's friends) had come to visit.

OR

2 Someone had broken into the house.

Either way it wasn't gonna go down well.

I slowly rose from the floor and crept into the kitchen where I grabbed the most lethal weapon I could find.

A kitchen knife.

I see we were going Michael Myers on this assault.

With my weapon of choice clutched in my hand I silently made my way to the stairs where the sound of faint footsteps could be heard from the floor above.

However, by the time I'd reached the landing the footsteps had quickly silenced and the only noise that could be heard now was sounding from…

My bedroom.

.NO.

As I had become severely miffed by this point I honestly didn't care if it was Harpreet or Jason Voorhees, because I was so ready to throw down with whatever dared to enter my bedroom.

I stormed up to the door and kicked it open, holding up my knife like a baseball bat as I stared at what lay beyond the door.

Darkness; Complete and utter darkness.

I sighed; oh great, Erica had forgotten to open the curtains.

Things just got even harder.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself I made my way slowly into the room and strained my hearing to find any noise that would indicate if there was anyone else in her with me, however all noises had long since stopped.

Before I even realised what I was saying I called out to whoever was in the darkness.

"Is anyone there?"

'You idiot!' I mentally cursed myself.

'As if anyone's going to answer and if someone did what would they say? HUH? 'Oh yea don't mind me! Just broke into your room to kill ya!' Seriously you are such a mor-!'

I cut my mental rant short and stared straight in front of me, taking a moment to register that fact that there was A HAND ON MY SHOULDER with a blank expression.

Then I began to freak out.

I swung myself around and swiped blindly at whoever was there with my knife wielding hand, successfully hitting them from the grunt of pain and stumbling feet that followed.

Moments later another set of hands latched onto my hoodie from the shadows and dragged me further into the room.

This action caused me to drop the knife I was holding in panic A.K.A – I just screwed myself over big time.

Kicking and screaming quickly ensued as I tried landing a hit to make him let go, but I seemed to miss each time.

'Man, this would be a lot easier if you could actually see who was attacking you' my brain stated and that gave me a good idea.

The light!

It was embarrassing that I didn't think of that earlier but I would leave my self –scolding till later.

With a growl I swung my leg back and hoped that I hit my attacker where it hurt, which turned out to have actually worked as I felt them crumple to the floor in a flurry of British toned curses.

With my sights set on the light switch somewhere in the room I felt around desperately for it.

After about a minute of frantic searching I felt my fingers brush against a familiar plastic switch on the wall.

Without a second thought I flipped it on, hissing at the intrusion of light upon my eyes, yet regardless I spun around to face my attackers.

And I screamed at the sight before me.