Due to yet another project I was not able to complete this story. It's based upon the American horror classic 'The babysitter and the man upstairs.'
Teenagers have been scaring each other silly with this urban legend since the late 1960s, though most people today are probably more familiar with it as the plot of the 1979 or 2006 remake horror film 'When a Stranger Calls.' So far as anyone knows it's not based on any real-life incident, but the scenario is plausible enough to give Goosebumps to anyone who has a sense of what it's like to be young and alone in a big house caring for someone else's children. I's not a nice feeling.
I'm sure some of you out there have heard it, but please anyway I hope you enjoy my caratized version.
WARNING: suggestive themes. (One or two.)
If you are interested in more American Horror, look up 'Humans can lick too' or 'Bloody Mary' or 'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?'
Those are classics!
It was a night bestowed for dread.
The ocean reflected pearl moonlight as it splashed against the sand. Tia watched it through the windows of the suburban estate home.
It was Hollow's eve, the night before Halloween.
Traditionally, the Dyer family would watch one of those cut-rate black and white thrillers staring Vincent Dice as they scarfed down junk food. It was fun, family time, something that didn't exist anymore.
"I'm sorry honey," said Harrison. The middle-aged grey Mazda looked at his daughter ruefully with his pine-green eyes. "I really have to go to this meeting; it's what puts food on the table, a nice roof over our roofs, and those new designer rims on your wheels."
"But daddy," said Tia. Her voice was a childish squeal hinted with Naïveties. She was sixteen. "I thought we were like going to –"
It was everything she could do not to cry, it was something she's anticipated for a total of two months. Is family time really that much to ask for?
"Tia-pie you know I would postpone if I could," said Harrison. He attempted to awkwardly nuzzle his daughter when suddenly his cellphone rung. Without a moment's goodbye, he raced out the door and with a rushed slam he closed the door. Tia would probably get an expensive gift when she wakes up the next morning.
Tia was left in silence of the living room; she stood still as the dust settled upon her. It was then she began to let out her tears.
He didn't even say goodbye.
Occupied with a rare moment of crying, Tia didn't notice her sister drive behind her.
"Bummer," said Mia as she drove beside her twin. Tia jumped, quickly sucking in her tears.
"Yeah, my dad totally sucks," said Tia. She sniffed.
Mia looked at her twin.
"Umm Tiki-hut have you been like crying," said Mia, her tone dripped with concern.
Tia rolled her heavily made up eyes. "No!"
She secretly thanked herself for wearing water-resilient cosmetics.
"Whatever," said Mia. "I'm so like glad daddy gone, now it's time to really have some fun, plus we can totally make use with all this free party food!"
"Like totally," said Tia. Secretly her heart hurt, she was being ignored like always. Why can't she have some fun with Mia? Rebel up her life a little?
Because having fun with Mia always means trouble, thought Tia.
In less than an hour later, Mia had invited both of their 'boyfriends' over for a scary movie date. Since old thriller movies were 'lame,' Max Wheeler and Cameron Carr, both brought the best gory movies they can get their wheels on, all R-rated. Enough to get their girlfriends close to them in no time.
And now, Tia was at her current situation, watching the crashing moonlit ocean as she began to doubt herself yet again.
We are sooo going to get caught why did I do this?
Because you're a follower that's why, said her conscience. You should stand up and be yourself for once.
Okay!
Tia drove from the large window to the large brown leather corner sofa defiantly. Self-esteem simmered in her with every roll of her wheel. Of course every simmer diminishes, which is just what her confidence did as she saw her twin.
Mia was making out with Cameron.
The baby blue Lamborghini Gallardo had his wheels on her open headlights. Mia giggled.
On the large plasma floor screen; Alice, a misty deep-red Bugatti Veyron shot a mob of zombie cars with both of her machine guns, she screamed a battle cry as a rather decayed Honda Civic fell back. Car brains everywhere.
Resident Evil: Motor City.
Tia looked over at Max Wheeler, the red Ferrari f430 looked over at her irritably. He wanted action too.
It would have been so easy to just go along with Mia and be likeable, maybe even loved for just a few seconds.
Tia heard Mia sigh and whisper something suggestive, Cameron chuckled.
Max glared at Tia.
Tia was unfortunately a weak car. It takes strength to not give in to this pressure, a strength that Tia would probably never have.
She smiled her best apple-pie smile and drove to Max, she nuzzled him deeply.
"I'm so like sorry baby," said Tia dependently. "Please like totally forgive me!"
"You know I can't stay mad at you," said Max dangerously. Both of the males were bad boys, it was Mia's newest trend.
They leaned in for a degrading kiss when suddenly Tia's rim quivered.
Max clicked his tongue and rolled his heartbreaking icy blue eyes.
"Sorry," said Tia. She flipped her phone and answered. She pretended to look annoyed. Max tapped his wheel.
"Hello?" Tia's voice was a cute schoolgirl squeak. An innocent girl, one not possible to invite dangerous boys over her house and drink alcohol.
"How are you Mr. Murphy?!...oh...congradulations on your anniversary."
Max blinked. If looks could kill.
"..." Tia didn't say anything as she listened.
The Ferrari yawned.
"You need someone to look over the girls tonight?"
Max glared at Tia.
"..."
"Oh, of course…no problem!" Tia tried not to look at Max. She felt like dirt. On her worst days it was fertilizer.
"..."
Max looked at Mia yearningly. The twin's voice was starting to slur.
"Right away!"
"I'm so glad you've came Tia!"
The Taurus couple beamed with happiness.
"It was quite terrible, our nanny turned ill on the very day of the anniversary party," said Mrs. Carson the silver BMW, Tia noticed that Mrs. Carson had herself coated with an expensive pearl finish for the occasion. Her diamond wedding ring glittered under the chandelier light.
"Oh, that is like totally terrible," said Tia bubbly.
"Isn't that quirky dear," said Mr. Carson the bussiness-green Ford Taurus to his wife. "'Totally terrible'?"
"Kids and their crazy language," said Mrs. Carson. Her voice could only be described as extravagantly flamboyant. She smiled her chemically whitened teeth, they hurt Tia's eyes. "But I couldn't trust anyone any better than you Tia, especially those completely horrid boys that live down the street!"
"Max and Cameron," said Mr. Carson in disgust. "I hate that my little Angelica is literally fawning over such knaves and she's only fourteen!"
Little Angelica, based on her development she hasn't been little in a while. fourteen going on twenty-two.
"Yes, but you would never see Tia ever in the likes of such thugs," said Mrs. Carson. "Isn't that right Tia?"
"Yes Ma'am," said Tia, she smiled toothily. She heard a muscle pop.
Liar.
"But then again you are too young for dating."
"Yep, sixteen is like totally too young for dating like totally," said Tia. She felt precipitation slick down her hood, she hated lying. If you hate something, it doesn't mean you don't do it. Smokers usually hate smoking. Tia did a lot of things she hates.
Liar.Liar.Liar.Liar.
"Well anyway, Angelica, Madeline, and Antoinette are all sleeping," said Mrs. Carson. "You shouldn't hear from any of them, our numbers are on your phone on speed-dial and we'll be back at 11:00."
Mr. Carson only nodded at his wife's words.
She said so much, it could've filled the whole seaside estate.
"Just in case they get hungry, there are leftovers in the refrigerator, but I hope they do not wake. I hate for them to eat leftovers!"
I wonder if Max is cheating on me right now...
Stupid Ferrari.
Tia only nodded like an idiot while pointless thoughts fluttered in her mind. It's funny but Trophy wives tend to talk more than they need to be.
Finally the couple both left and Tia had one hundred dollars in her bank account. Tia tried to wave the money off with her wheel but it was the least the couple could do, literally.
Tia gazed upon the dark vastness of the manor.
It's soo dark...
She's never been in house at night before and she felt slightly anxious, it was like a snake slithering around her heart. Striking her heart with its piercing fangs, pumping venom fear within her veins.
Tia shuddered; she went into the Victorian themed living room. Everything in the house seemed so delicate, so lavish. Provincial sofas dressed in white and jewel incrusted Chaise Lounge chairs, African Blackwood floors, millions of antique bloodline portraits on the bone-bleached walls.
Despite the anxiety Tia felt, the house was almost...magical.
It's not that bad.
Better stop being such an idiot and get comfortable.
She snuggled herself into the glassy cushions of the Provincial sofa. She clicked on the television to wash away the heavy sense of trepidation that hung over her like spider webs. She let herself melt into the comforting world of Decrassi. Somewhere in an attic, a phone was connected to a plug.
A small smile burgeoned upon Tia's face, she sighed in content as she watched a teenage relationship rekindle, it was Mia's favorite show but it wasn't half-bad.
Tia was about to enjoy another episode when the phone rang.
The little Mazda jumped out the sound, she let out a small squeak. The sound curled into itself and evaporated into the immense darkness of the old estate.
Stop being such a chicken, said Tia to herself.
"I better get the phone," said Tia to no one. She sounded pathetic to herself, like those air-hoods in those slasher movies.
The phone ringed again, it echoed through the room. Threatening to wake the children.
It in the next room. Tia gulped; it might as well be in the basement of the house.
She nervously drove into the smokey shadowiness of the kitchen, deep inside her soul, she felt like she should expect to not come out of it.
So how was it?
I know I'm late for Halloween.
Oh, Expecting will be updated very soon! Trust me. At least this week.
Anyway please review, constructive criticism is needed. I love your feedback. :)