Chapter 11
Make it Fit
1428 Elm Street: 3pm: October 14th
Alice shut the door to her car and walked up the sidewalk. She had parked away from the house she had grown to fear. Her heart raced as she got closer to it, but her eyes couldn't believe what she saw. It was the house, the same one she remembered but it looked so welcoming and peaceful in the day light. Even with the old "For Sale" sign in the front yard.
"Tricky tricky." She whispered. "What are you hiding?" She walked up the walk way and peaked through the glass on the front door. The inside was empty and unfurnished. The paint was new, and she could smell the freshly turned earth from the flowerbeds next to her. She stepped back off the porch and around the side of the house. She opened the gate and stepped back to the backyard. It too was well kept and clean.
"What are you doing here?" a voice said behind her. Alice turned quickly to see a young high school girl standing behind her.
"Ah. Hello." She said walking back out from behind the house. "I was just checking out the property. I'm considering buying it." She lied.
"Liar." The girl said, the expression on her face unchanged. "No one buys this house."
"Well, you don't know me very well." Alice countered. "And I think your parents should talk to you about respect. You don't go around calling people liars."
"I call them as I see them." The girl replied. "It's not like I wasn't telling the truth. I mean, you are lying." Alice pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She didn't like this girl, or her accusations.
"Well do you mind telling me why I wouldn't want this house?"
"You mind telling me why you would?" She replied. "You some sort of writer? Into murders?"
"No." Alice said, carefully choosing her words. "Why would I have to be interested in murders to want this house?"
"Cause who else would want a haunted house like this."
"Who said it was haunted?" Alice asked. "I just thought it was nice. You sure don't seem to like people looking at it."
"I'm just trying to save you some grief lady." The girl said.
"And what makes you the expert."
"Never said I was." The girl said.
"Well, can you tell me anything about Melissa Keller?" The girls face whitened.
"What about her?" She asked. "New girl is all I know." Considering the girls fidgets Alice knew she was not telling the truth.
"Liar." Alice said.
"Am not!" the girl countered.
"I call them as I see them." Alice said back. "You do know Melissa."
"So what if I do?"
"Ever wonder why she wasn't at school today?"
"Like I said. New girl." She replied. "Doesn't mean I know her well."
"Well, I think I've seen enough." Alice said walking out past the girl. The girl grabbed her as she past. Alice looked at her.
"You would do best not to stay here lady." She said.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Andrea, why?"
"Well Andrea, there are a lot of things to fear around here, but I'm not one of them." It was then Alice recognized the name. The same Andrea who Melissa spoke of. "Do you sleep well at night?" Andrea let her go, almost throwing her arm back at her.
"Just get out of here." Alice turned without saying a word. Andrea was hiding something. But Alice knew the feeling. She remembered being her age too and having to keep her nightmares to herself. She felt sorry for her. The hiding and secrets, not being able to tell anyone and the person you do tell ends up in the hospital or dead. But still, from the day she was having it nothing was telling her where to go.
Alice got in her car and looked back as she saw Andrea walk quickly away and down another street. She sighed and rested her head against the headrest of the seat. She closed her eyes and let the warms sun soother her. But she opened here eyes quickly. 'No!' she thought. 'Can't sleep, not here.' She started the car and drove down the street, away from the house.
She remembered back, to when Jacob was 5, and the nightmares returned. She remembered Yvonne calling her about her little brother's nightmares. "I'm telling you girl, he told me everything! What do we do?"
"It has to be Jacob!" Alice told her. "He's been having trouble sleeping. That bastard must be using him again!"
"Well make him stop!" she cried.
"I can't, I've tried." She replied. "I don't know what to do."
"You have to do something." She said. "I've heard some other kids are having bad dreams too. We can't let this happen again. They are just babies."
"Okay Yvonne." And that is when she knew she couldn't stay. She packed up and within a week she was gone, and the nightmares left with her. Without his link to the children, he had no power and they were safe. But now things weren't so simple. He had found a new way out, and she didn't know how.
Alice stopped at the stop sign and sighed. "It's harder then I thought." A voice said. Alice turned her head to the voice and saw a girl sitting in passenger seat of her car. The face turned to her. "Kristen?" she asked.
"I thought I was the last." She said. "I thought he was using me, and you."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I don't know Alice." She replied. "I'm still trying to make since of it myself."
"Why are you here Kristen?" she asked.
"Cause your dreaming." She replied. "Because I was pulled back, because.." A car horn blew. Alice opened her eyes and she was still parked outside the house. She hadn't woken up like she thought. She waved to the car behind her and started her own. She was just getting pieces, and the pieces she was getting weren't making since.
Make it Fit
1428 Elm Street: 3pm: October 14th
Alice shut the door to her car and walked up the sidewalk. She had parked away from the house she had grown to fear. Her heart raced as she got closer to it, but her eyes couldn't believe what she saw. It was the house, the same one she remembered but it looked so welcoming and peaceful in the day light. Even with the old "For Sale" sign in the front yard.
"Tricky tricky." She whispered. "What are you hiding?" She walked up the walk way and peaked through the glass on the front door. The inside was empty and unfurnished. The paint was new, and she could smell the freshly turned earth from the flowerbeds next to her. She stepped back off the porch and around the side of the house. She opened the gate and stepped back to the backyard. It too was well kept and clean.
"What are you doing here?" a voice said behind her. Alice turned quickly to see a young high school girl standing behind her.
"Ah. Hello." She said walking back out from behind the house. "I was just checking out the property. I'm considering buying it." She lied.
"Liar." The girl said, the expression on her face unchanged. "No one buys this house."
"Well, you don't know me very well." Alice countered. "And I think your parents should talk to you about respect. You don't go around calling people liars."
"I call them as I see them." The girl replied. "It's not like I wasn't telling the truth. I mean, you are lying." Alice pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She didn't like this girl, or her accusations.
"Well do you mind telling me why I wouldn't want this house?"
"You mind telling me why you would?" She replied. "You some sort of writer? Into murders?"
"No." Alice said, carefully choosing her words. "Why would I have to be interested in murders to want this house?"
"Cause who else would want a haunted house like this."
"Who said it was haunted?" Alice asked. "I just thought it was nice. You sure don't seem to like people looking at it."
"I'm just trying to save you some grief lady." The girl said.
"And what makes you the expert."
"Never said I was." The girl said.
"Well, can you tell me anything about Melissa Keller?" The girls face whitened.
"What about her?" She asked. "New girl is all I know." Considering the girls fidgets Alice knew she was not telling the truth.
"Liar." Alice said.
"Am not!" the girl countered.
"I call them as I see them." Alice said back. "You do know Melissa."
"So what if I do?"
"Ever wonder why she wasn't at school today?"
"Like I said. New girl." She replied. "Doesn't mean I know her well."
"Well, I think I've seen enough." Alice said walking out past the girl. The girl grabbed her as she past. Alice looked at her.
"You would do best not to stay here lady." She said.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Andrea, why?"
"Well Andrea, there are a lot of things to fear around here, but I'm not one of them." It was then Alice recognized the name. The same Andrea who Melissa spoke of. "Do you sleep well at night?" Andrea let her go, almost throwing her arm back at her.
"Just get out of here." Alice turned without saying a word. Andrea was hiding something. But Alice knew the feeling. She remembered being her age too and having to keep her nightmares to herself. She felt sorry for her. The hiding and secrets, not being able to tell anyone and the person you do tell ends up in the hospital or dead. But still, from the day she was having it nothing was telling her where to go.
Alice got in her car and looked back as she saw Andrea walk quickly away and down another street. She sighed and rested her head against the headrest of the seat. She closed her eyes and let the warms sun soother her. But she opened here eyes quickly. 'No!' she thought. 'Can't sleep, not here.' She started the car and drove down the street, away from the house.
She remembered back, to when Jacob was 5, and the nightmares returned. She remembered Yvonne calling her about her little brother's nightmares. "I'm telling you girl, he told me everything! What do we do?"
"It has to be Jacob!" Alice told her. "He's been having trouble sleeping. That bastard must be using him again!"
"Well make him stop!" she cried.
"I can't, I've tried." She replied. "I don't know what to do."
"You have to do something." She said. "I've heard some other kids are having bad dreams too. We can't let this happen again. They are just babies."
"Okay Yvonne." And that is when she knew she couldn't stay. She packed up and within a week she was gone, and the nightmares left with her. Without his link to the children, he had no power and they were safe. But now things weren't so simple. He had found a new way out, and she didn't know how.
Alice stopped at the stop sign and sighed. "It's harder then I thought." A voice said. Alice turned her head to the voice and saw a girl sitting in passenger seat of her car. The face turned to her. "Kristen?" she asked.
"I thought I was the last." She said. "I thought he was using me, and you."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I don't know Alice." She replied. "I'm still trying to make since of it myself."
"Why are you here Kristen?" she asked.
"Cause your dreaming." She replied. "Because I was pulled back, because.." A car horn blew. Alice opened her eyes and she was still parked outside the house. She hadn't woken up like she thought. She waved to the car behind her and started her own. She was just getting pieces, and the pieces she was getting weren't making since.
