The House Up the Block
"Prim, what are we doing here?" Posy says, "You know this house gives me the creeps."
"Come on." I say, "Live up to your nickname, Nosy Posy." I giggle every time I think of that name and when my sister gave her that nickname. She just glares at me.
"You didn't answer my question. Why are we here?"
"I saw someone moving around inside and I want to see what's going on. Just curious I guess."
"Oh, remember 'Curiosity killed the cat.'" She quotes.
"Yeah, but satisfaction brought him back." I retort.
We enter the old Victorian house that's been empty for years. When we're inside we see that the place is empty of all furnishings and is coated by a thick layer of dust. There are some footprints but they're old. "Come on. Let's explore." I grab Posy's hand as she tentatively follows me.
"Prim, I don't know about this." I can feel her hand get sweaty.
On the first floor is a living room, dining room, kitchen and a small room, maybe it was a den. "Let's go upstairs."
"No, you go. I'll stay here." Posy says.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yes. Very sure."
I walk up the creaky stairs very slowly. At least when Posy was with me I could act a little brave, but now that I'm alone starting to get a little nervous. I get to the top and look up and down the hallway. All the doors are closed.
"Prim." Posy calls out. "I can't see you. Are you alright?" I don't answer back. "Prim!" She calls out again. I still don't answer back. I hear the footsteps as she is running up the stairs.
"Why didn't you answer?"
"To get you up here. And it worked." She punches me in the arm.
"Don't do that again."
"Don't stay behind." She grabs my hand again. Now both our palms are sweaty.
We open the first door and find an empty room. We look through the closet and see nothing. "See Posy. Nothing to be afraid of." We move on to the other rooms and still nothing. We both seem to relax a little.
We go back into the hallway and I go towards the stairs to the third floor. Posy, being a little braver now follows. The stairs are narrower than the others and even more creaky. At the top of the stairs are two doors. We open the first and it is also an empty bedroom. "That's disappointing." Posy says. "What's in this one?" She opens the door. "Nothing in here also. Geez. We found nothing." She shrugs her shoulders and walks to the stairs. Suddenly we hear a noise from down stairs.
"Did you hear that?" I ask.
"Yeah. Let's get out of here now."
"Okay." We walk down the stairs. "I don't hear anything. Come on."
We make it to the first floor and I can see something that wasn't there before. A table with a giant cake on it. It must be ten layers, no twelve layers to it. "Hey where did this come from?" I ask. Posy just shakes here head. "I don't know."
"Hey, what are you kids doing here?" We turn around and see a giant man in overalls holding a huge knife covered in blood.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" We run out as fast as we can. We finally get to the street and safety.
"Hey, Prim, Posy. What were you doing inside?"
"Peeta, what are you doing here?"
"We just delivered a cake and pastries for a party tonight. The Thompson's rented the house for a party for the twin's birthday. Did you see my Dad inside."
"We saw someone."
"Hi girls. Peeta, wipe the syrup off this knife. I spilled the syrup in the kitchen."
"Okay Dad." Peeta walks over to the van marked "Mellark's Bakery" on it.
"The Thompson's are throwing their twins a horror themed birthday party tonight."
Mr. Mellark says. "They must be having a lot of people considering the size of the cake they got. Okay girls we have to get back to work. Bye." Mr Mellark and Peeta get back to carrying stuff inside.
"Oh my God. When I saw him with the knife I almost soiled my underwear." I say.
"I never heard us scream so loud." Posy says. We start to walk away laughing.
"A horror themed party in a creepy house. That sounds like fun. I hope the twins like it." And then Posy asks "Jimmy and ... and ... what's the other one's name?"
Then we stop in our tracks. "I don't know. Wait a second. Jimmy is an only child. He doesn't have a twin or any brother." I say.
"Yes he does, or did. I remember when he was born. He had a twin. It was stillborn."