i do not own rugrats all grown up i wish i did though except for me jen i own myself
this is rated R for cussing, kissing aka makeing out sessions, exstreme petting and cuts
and if you don't like guys and guys togather there is a few couples in my story but they don't last long other then that its all guys and girls
pairings: PxK PxS PxJ LxT TxL T xK CxD CxA AxC AxSh ShxA SuxD SuxP DxC DxSu KxT JxP
this is my first fic so please give me reviews
Prolouge: feared memoryPhil's POV
I live in a two-story house with god knows how many rooms but we will be focusing on the second floor of the house, which has three rooms, two bedrooms and the darkroom. The two bedrooms faced each other but only one thing separating them and that is the stairway leading downstairs. When you walk up the black old squeaky narrow stairs, you see a door leading to a room with pinkish wallpaper and different color/type of flowers also the rug/carpet is a pink with little spots of white. You keep looking around and see a bed on the right of a small weak looking green door that has a loose doorknob, that would be the attic door but the attic has nothing to do with it. As you to the right of my mother's bed you see a crib with a little child about the age of three to five years old, standing on the crib's bed holding onto the crib's top bar of the side of the crib. The child is near the end of the crib looking at the entry door to downstairs in a terrorfied manner. That would be me, well since its me lets go inside my little body and live the past.
As we look through my innocent eyes you notice we're looking at the doorknob, you can hear a violent struggling doorknob. You look at this animated object closely being confused and then you think to yourself 'wait there has to be someone on the other side doing this' all I can do is grin evilly seeing I know what happens. As you finish what you are thinking the door slams open, as you look around vigouriously you can hear a child say "mommy get up! Make it go away!" as we look at the thing that opened the door you see a thing that stands like a person but as tall as a midget just a little bit taller. You see his/her blood red glowing eyes in the darkness of its hood. It is wearing something an old fashion monk would wear. It just stares at you with its bloodthirsty eyes. You can still hear the child still trying to wake the mother. The thing wobbles over to us and touches our hand; the child screams the same thing to the mother. The mother wakes up. As we look back it has vanished into the night shadows. We then fall asleep. That night I will never forget it will never leave my memory even if I lose my long-term memory it will still be there. I'm scared for live because of that one night I sleep with lights on and everything I remember it like it was yesterday.