I'm sorry this is so crappy, my other chapters had inspiration, but I have big plans for future chapters, so stay tuned!
And I just wanted to make sure that it was cleared up that your mother is not actually dead, she's just been in a coma since you were 9.
I probably just gave away the plot of a future chapter…shit.
You exited the hospital and stepped into the early morning air.
"Alright, I couldn't get the day off, so I have to take you straight home; I have an audit going, so I can't just skip out." Your father explained to you as you got into the passenger's side of the car.
"But it's Saturday, dad." You looked at him quizzically.
"Try telling that to the auditor. He needs to get this done ASAP."
"So I'll be alone all day?"
"Yep, April's out with her friends today." He muttered absently, his mind clearly on the audit. April was your stepmom.
You sighed and put in your earphones, knowing that there would be no conversations with him. You simply pressed play, not caring about the song that played.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…
Jack Frost nipping at your nose…
You frowned as you noticed the song from Valentine's Day was back on your [device of choice].
You left it on, wondering if a sign of how it got there would turn up.
It played until the end and your [device of choice] turned off.
You panicked for a moment, worried that it was broken, but it turned back on almost immediately, the track vanishing once again. You had a strange feeling about this song. Not a bad one, but not a good one, either. You put the device on a random track and set it down.
You let your eyelids flutter shut, not having gotten much sleep the night before, because of the nightmares that came every time you tried.
Something shook your shoulder. You opened your eyes and realized that you'd fallen asleep in the car.
You climbed out of the car and followed your dad to the front door, waiting for him to unlock it.
You closed the door behind you, after saying goodbye, and disabled the alarm system.
You were often surprised at how much caution your parents took when it came to security. There were motion detectors, on top of the locks on the doors and there was a shotgun in the front hall closet.
Suddenly, you heard a crash. With a frown, you realized that your dogs were standing next to you.
You were too far from the closet to get the gun, so you grabbed the closest thing there was nearby. A knife.
Why is there a knife in the front hall?
You shrugged off the thought as you made your way down the hall, towards your bedroom.
You were more and more hesitant with every step, but eventually braved yourself enough to open the door to your room.
You gasped in shock at who stood before you.
