"Mom, Dad?" I called out to what I hope was not an empty house. "Anybody Home? At all?" I dropped my book bag and headed tword the kitchen to look for a note, sure enough, on the fridge a little yellow sticky note with the name "Addison" on it. I studied it for a moment.

Addison,

Went out to the grocery store, be back soon!

-Mom

I rolled my eyes. That meant I had to pick up the booger I call my brother. I walked out of the house in a huff, feeling relief of the warm summer air hug my shoulders.

"Hey, Addison!" called Sav, who skidded his skateboard to a stop.

"Sav... What are you doing over on this side of the neighborhood?"

"Just looking for Eli, you know where he lives exactly?"

I pointed to a brick house across from mine. "Right over there."

"Cool." he said, skating away.

I continued on with my journey, walking by a very old man with cloudy skin and blood all over, he was limping.

"Oh! Sir? Um, are you okay?"

He groaned. Limping towrds me.

"Do you want me to call the police?"

He started to run.

"Oh! !" I yelled running twords the middle school. Finally, he let out a huge ramble and tripped, making me ahead by far. I slowed down to a jog and let out a sigh of relief.

When I got to the school I was greeted by Charlie, my brother. His blue eyes glaring at me.

"You, are late."

"I know, I know. I was chased by some random guy."

"Did you stare at him funny?"

"No, Charlie, I was walking to pick you up, and he came out of the blue and chased me, he was gross and bloody and-"

"Addison! No making fun of old people! They have feelings too!"

I rolled my eyes. "Charlie, I'm serious."

He chuckled. "Okay." he said sarcasticly.

I rolled my eyes trying not to make my brother look like the old guy I encountered.

It was silent the rest of the walk home, except for when we saw the pool of blood where the guy tripped.

"Thats it! Thats when he tripped while chasing me!"

"Oh god, Addison." he groaned. "It's just ketchup. Here, I'll lick it." he said putting a finger in the red crimsin.

"NO!" I yelled slapping his hand and wiping it on his pants. "Yeah, uh, sure. It was all a trick." I said just in case his blood was infected.

Charlie shrugged and kept walking.

I gazed at the cloudy sky, smelled like rain. 'Was it all a dream?' I thought. 'Or was it all fake?'

"Uh, Addison?"

I jumped. "What is it?"

Charlie pointed dead ahead.

Standing there was that crazy old man, covered in blood.