The story of the killer stuck with me all afternoon. Of course what Annie said about the whole dreams and killing you was a big laugh to me. The more I thought about it, the more I laughed.

Molly woke up from her nap and for awhile we played around, chasing each other up the stairs and whomping each other with pillows...just horsing around. I even dug out my nail polish and painted her toes!

Around six, my parents came home carrying in a large greasy bag of food from a local burger joint. My Dad grabbed a hand full of fries and stuck them in his mouth. "Dinners here." He mumbled with a mouthful of fries. Mum grabbed her food and headed for her room without saying anything. Dad rolled his eyes and continued to chow down on his meal.

I plucked a burger from the pile and began to unwrap it "what did you guys go out for?" I asked before taking a bite.

"Your Mum, wanted to find new curtains for the living room since ours didn't macth." Dad replied. I shrugged my shoulders and took a bite before thinking about telling him what those kids said. Nah, Dad wouldn't care to hear about that crap anyway. I thought.

Molly tapped my arm to get my attention. I turned to her and saw that she had two french fries hanging from her mouth like walrus teeth. I cocked my head at her and giggled. Dad saw what she was doing "Molly cut that out, don't play with your food young lady." he warned.

Molly ate her food silently...we all did. Family conversation at dinner was not what we did. Sometimes we rarely at together at all. I normally take Molly to my room and we eat together, discussing how are day's were while Mum and Dad ate their meals somewhere else.

I swallowed the last bit of the burger then threw my trash away, I didn't want fries. From all the grease off the bottom of the bag, I didn't want to take any chances.

I trudged upstairs to my room. It was only six thirty. Normally I like to go to bed early, not because I'm an early riser but I get really bored at night. So sleeping is the best way for me to occupy myself.

I walked over to my window and stared outside. The sun was going down, and the feeling of that house next door at night gave me chills. There was a knock on my door. "Come in." I said. Molly opened the door gently and stepped in.

"Are you going to bed?" she asked with her eyes wide.

I shrugged "maybe...why, what's wrong?" I asked.

Molly shrugged "mmmm, nothing. You know that house next door?" she asked.

I nodded.

"It's scary." she whispered. I smiled when she said that "thank God I'm not the only one who thinks that." I joked.

Molly smiled "is it haunted?"

"Dunno." I said not wanting to tell her what I heard earlier. Molly took a look around my room "Ok, I just wanted to tell you that." she said. Stepping over boxes Molly came and hugged me "night." she said. "Night." I replied giving her hair one last ruffle.

She giggle then left. I changed into my pajama's. They were midnight blue with a half moon on the left thigh of my pants, and a tank top that showed half my mid-drift. Dad called them my tramp pj's. But I love them. Grabbing a few pillows out of a box I settled down on the floor, pulled the blankets over me and drifted of to sleep...

So much for a loving family relationship right? Lol. Freddy will appear in next chap as well! Please enjoy!