I had opened the door, and was staring with my mouth hanging open.
My heart dropped inside of my chest, like an airplane dropping 600 feet out of the sky. It had stopped beating at the sight infront of me, standing on my porch.
Djinn poked his head from the kitchen, and waved an arm. All the damage to the house that was still there from Jason and Freddy's fight, vanished. The hole in the wall had started to repair itself, brick by brick and tile by tile. He had probably seen the look of shock on my face.
My eyebrows rocketed up past my forehead and broke through the ceiling. I had stopped breathing as I looked at the three people before me.
"Alysson,"
I choked out, gurgling on my dry slavia.
"M-Max."
THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!
WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY HERE!
THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO COME BACK UNTIL TOMORROW!
I was screaming inside of my body, my legs shaking in place.
I stared at the pink suitcase on wheels, sitting beside my sister. The same suitcase, black this time, sat beside my brother.
"Hi, Jenny!"
Cried my sister, not noticing the look of pure panic on my features. She jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. I barely hugged her back, my whole body numb.
Max, being older, instantly knew something was up.
I let go of her embrace, trembling hard.
Really hard.
"Um, hey sis, why do you look like you're scared to see us?"
He asked, frowning as he said it.
"I-I-I," I mentally slapped myself in my mind.
"You're not supposed to be here,"
I whispered.
"Uh, yeah we are, it's our house."
Said Max, arching an eyebrow.
I shook my head violently, my face held no color at all. I was almost as pale as Pinhead.
"Not today. Tomorrow."
I uttered, my bottom lip, quivering.
"We had to come home, early."
Said Alysson, whom seemed to pout.
I looked at, Mrs. Frankie, the mother of their best friend that had let them stay.
"I'm sorry to barge in like this, Jennifer, but I couldn't let them stay much longer. Me and Robert have to go and drop off Stephan at his dentist appointment."
I was tensed, my whole body seemed like a piece of stone, as I continued to stare at them. A small noise caught my attention, causing me to look up.
OH MY GOD!
I wanted to scream as loud as I could, and throw them out of the doorway, as I stared at the ceiling.
Creeper was crawling on the ceiling, staring hungerily at Mrs. Frankie. He smiled widely at me, crawling on his stomache, gliding over the ceiling above me.
I snapped my look back down, starting to sweat. They didn't seem to notice me staring upwards, still looking at me.
"Well? Can we come in, or not?"
Asked Max, uneasily, knowing something had set me off.
"Uh,"
Was all I said, but what could I say?
'Oh OF COURSE! I'm sure that the demons in my kitchen would LOVE to have you for desert! Why don't you stay for a while?'
Mrs. Frankie walked in, taking that as a, yes.
When really, it was a, OH FUCK NO!
Max and Alysson followed her in with their suitcases, closing the door behind them.
That was all it took for Creeper to jump down from the ceiling.
Alysson and Max screamed, as Creeper landed down infront of them and grabbed Mrs. Frankie. The woman let out a loud scream, as Creeper pushed out his wings from his back, and flew up the stairs into another room, dragging the frightened woman with him.
Alysson and Max clung to both of my sides, shaking hard and starting to sob loudly.
That's when it got worse.
The kitchen door was swung open, as the rest of the killers ran into the room. They all stopped short, dead in their tracks, as they stared at us. We stared back, facing them.
"J-J-Jennifer,"
Whispered Max, snuggling behind me, eyes as big as flapjacks.
"Why are there m-monsters, in our h-h-house?"
Alysson finished for him.
Freddy broke into a big, scary smile, letting his glove fall to his side.
The both of them started to tremble harder, gasping at the sight of the blades.
Motherfucker, you better not touch one hair on their heads.
I snarled inside of my mind.
Or you'll be the one having nightmares.
Jason tilted his head.
"Because, guys,"
I said, putting a hand on each of their heads, as if to comfort them.
"Their our roommates."