Chapter 1: The Prediction
Crook Sphiller sneaked out of his small room. Closing his door silently, he rubbed his tired eyes. Thirteen year old Crook glanced at his watch; 4:30 A.M. was the time. Tip-toeing as he passed his Aunt Linda's black door, Crook nearly stepped on his aunt's cat, Mr. Whiskers. The cat gave a warning meow, and then scatered down the hall. Crook headed down the stairs, when he saw Mrs. Whiskers, Aunt Linda's other cat. When at the bottom of the staircase, Crook opened the closet door. He could hear the rain chatering off the window and the thunder frequently booming. In the proccess of getting his rain coat, Crook heard the footsteps of someone going down the stairs. Quickly, he got into the closet and carefully closed the door so he wouldn't make a sound. Trying to silent his breathing, he heard his Aunt Linda's voice asking, "Who's down hear? I know I heard something." Moving into the back corner of the closet, the floor board squeeked loudly. Almost instantly, the closet door flew open to see his aunt's grim face.
"What the hell do you think your doing in the closet!" She exclaimed. "Well, I- uh- well the thing is-." Crook started to say, but his aunt interupted him, "Don't you dare give me excuses Crook Sphiller!" She exclaimed once again. Crook got out of the closet and went face-to-face with his furious aunt.
"Go to your room now!" Linda exclaimed. "No, why should I! You're not my mom, and you never will be. Wanna know why, because you killed my mom!" Crook fired back in rage. He grabbed his coat out of the closet, and than ran passed his evil aunt. Aunt Linda didn't even try to go after Crook, she just headed back upstairs. Crook heard her slam her door. Still in a rage, Crook opened the garage door and stepped out into the pouring rain. Walking down the paved road, Crook's shoes got soaked. Fighting through the harsh rain, Crook made it to an old park.
