The Murder

I sat with my friends and sister in our dark living room. We were all sitting on the floor and eating junk food. I looked over at my twin sister, Hannah. She was laughing louder than us because the dirty secret was about a girl she absolutely couldn't stand. I couldn't stand the girl either, but it wasn't as funny to me. The bathroom, dark and black, was in my view. I saw a little bit of the bathtub in the mirror. I'm usually never scared, especially in my own home, but this was different.

I just had a feeling that I didn't like. I turn away and look back to our friends, Stacy, Lana, Hartly, and Camille. Stacy has curly auburn hair and blue eyes. Lana is blonde with gray eyes, Hartly is a light brunette with green eyes and Camille is black haired with hazel eyes. Hannah has curly ash blonde hair, while mine is straight. She has bright ice blue eyes while mine are a lime green color. All of us are medium height and skinny, except Hannah and I are more well built.

I sit on the end of the couch beside Hartly. She's laughing almost as hard as Hannah. Now, I don't even remember the joke.

"This is getting pretty boring." I say, blowing my bangs out of my face.

"Yeah," Hartly says through laughter, "I agree."

I stand and stretch my back, I've been sitting for over an hour.

"Well what do you suggest we do, Haylee?" Camille asked, looking at me.

"Don't know." I reply, shrugging.

"We could play Bloody Mary?" Stacy suggests.

"What? No!" Hannah says, laughing through fear.

"I'm game." I say.

"Same here." Hartly says. Lana stands and the others follow. Hannah groans but stands as well.

I pop my back once more and walk to the bathroom. When we're all in, I shut the door. It's dark but I feel comfortable.

"Who's saying it?" I ask.

"I will." Lana says, shrugging. She pushes her blonde hair out of her face.

"Go for it." I lean against the wall.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary," She pauses. We hear a door open and shut.

"It's my mom, don't worry about it." Hannah says. She nods.

"Bloody Mary."

It's quiet, nobody speaks or moves. The door slams open and I hear shrieks come from Camille, Stacy and Hannah. Lana, Hartly and I are too shocked to do anything. My mom stands in the doorway, laughing as if there's no tomorrow.

"Bed time, girls." She says. He light blonde hair falling over her face.

"Whatever." I mumble. "Where's Mason?"

My older brother usually stays out late, but not this late.

"He's on his way home now." She says.

"O.K, well he needs to do my homework." I say. The others have walked out by now.

"Haylee, you're fourteen." She says.

"And he's sixteen." I say. "He's smarter."

She laughs.

"I'll let him know." She says, rolling her eyes and smiling.

"Thank you." I say, walking out. I hear her chuckle. She follows me up the stairs but I go to the guest room while she continues her walk to her and dad's room. I open the door and walk in. The guest room is a peach color. It has a bed and one full body mirror. Other than that, it's plain. The others all sit on the floor in front of the closet. I sit in the open space after shutting the door.

"That was scary." Stacy mumbled.

"Yeah." Lana agrees. I think I even see her shutter.

We sit around in silence for a few more minutes. It isn't like my mom to let us stay up past ten on a school night without yelling at us, but I guess she was feeling generous tonight. I lay down on the floor. It's quiet and peaceful- then I'm asleep.

I hear a scream wake me from a dreamless sleep. I look around. The light is still on, and the others are waking up, too.

"Mom!" I hear someone yell. It's Mason. I jump up and run out of the room. I go into my mom and dad's room and see Mason kneeling in front of their bathroom. I stop running and quietly walk over to him. His blonde hair is in a mess and I see tears sliding from his blue and green kaleidoscope eyes to his cheek. I walk behind him and I look.

I think I might puke. I see blood everywhere. My mom's usually bleach blonde hair is now bright red. Her eyes, they aren't there. She's dead. I hear a scream come from behind me. It was Hannah. I turn and see her drop to her knees. She's sobbing and hugging Mason. Camille and Stacy hug each other as they cry. I hear puking. I think it's Lana. Hartly walks beside me and puts a hand on my shoulder. We look to each other.

"Go call the cops and my dad, I'm going to get them all out of here." I say. She nods and runs back to the room for her cell phone. I can hear her speaking to someone. I quickly shut the door.

"Camille, can you and Stacy get Lana and take her downstairs." I see that she puked out the window. That's good. I look down and put my hands on my sibling's shoulders.

"Hannah, go downstairs with the others, O.K?" I say. She nods and goes. Mason is still kneeling. I kneel down in front of him.

"Mase, stop that." I say. I hear him sniffling and I feel my eyes sting with invisible tears. "You're suppose to be the strong one- stop. Please."

I feel tears leaving my eyes. It's been so long since I've cried but seeing my older brother break down- well, it triggered something.

He pulls me into a hug, dragging me to my knees.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I need to be strong for you and Hannah. I can't let you two be scared. Whatever happened to mom- we'll find out. I won't let anything happen to you two or dad." He whispers. I stop crying and rub my eyes dry. I squeeze him once more and stand up. I hear a knock on the door and I run down stairs. I open the door and I hope to see a policeman but instead I see two adult men. They aren't cops, either.

"Who are you?" I hear Mason ask from behind me.

"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." The taller guy says.

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