Chapter 2-
Fi laid down on her bed and sighed. Her bed in Seattle was comfotrable, but this was her bed at home. It was soft and comfy, and perfect. She sighed, thinking about the day she had. Her mother had yet to notice her tatoo, but she had almost had a heart attack when she saw the tongue ring. She laughed lightly at the memory of her expression, when her phone rang.
"Hello?" She asked, unsure of who could have this number.
"Hey rebel." Carey teased with his new nickname for her.
"Hey. So I guess I can credit the nickname to my tongue ring and tatoo, right?" She said, rolling her eyes.
"Yep. So whatcha doing tomorrow night?"
'Um, nothing. Why?" Was Carey asking *her* on a *date?*
"Well, there's this really cool band playing tomorrow night at this new night club, Exentrik. They don't serve liquor, so you can get in. You want to go check them out with me?" He asked, praying she'd say yes.
"Um, sure." She answered, trying to keep her voice normal.
"Great! I'll pick you up at seven, ok?"
"Ok. See you then." She said, smiling like crazy. Carey Bell, had just asked her, Fiona Phillips, out on a date!
"Ok. Sweet dreams." He said, before hanging up.
Fi hung up her phone, and set her alarm clock and placed it on her night stand. Then she layed down and drifted off to sleep.
*:::Fi's Dream:::*
"Fi, I betcha can't find me!" Jack yelled, hinding behind some boxes. Fi was seven, and they were playing Hide and Seek in their attic. It was really dusty, and kinda dark, but that only made it more fun, more spooky. Fi suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Some one- Some thing, was watching her. She was sure of it.
"Jack!" She screamed, a box fell over.
"What's wrong!" Jack yelled, running to his little sisters side.
"Something's in here! Something's in here!" Fi screamed, crying.
"Nothing is in here, Fi. See, look around, just us and a bunch of old boxes. Maybe some dust bunnies. But other than that, nothing."
"Someone pushed that box off!" She screamed, pointing to the box that now lay on the ground.
"Fi." Jack said, sighing, "You probally just knocked the box over when you turned around, Ok? Now let's just go down stairs. Come on." He said, pushing her towards the stairs.
"Wait! Jack, I gotta get my flash light." Fi said, running to the back of the attic. When she got there she couldn't find her flash light, she could have sworn she laid it right there, on the box by the window. She walked to the door, of the spare attic room that their dad had been remodeling before he was killed, and looked through the small knothole. Her eyes widened as she saw the dull gleam of an eye. She blinked and the eye on the other side was gone.
*::::::*
Fi sat up in her bed, breathing heavily. She glanced over at her nightstand to see what time it was, but she couldn't find her alarm clock. "Where did it go? I know I put it right there!" She mutered to her self, looking around her room. Her eyes fell on her laptop, and she stood up to get it. Something was going on. When she was seven people had tried to tell her it was just her imagination, but she hadn't believed them then, and she didn't believe them now. The dream, she hadn't thought about that day in years. There had to be a reason for dreaming it. And she had never found the flash light. It was gone. Just like her alarm clock was gone now. She got online and went to her web site. She didn't really know what to look for, but after a few hours of research, she found something intersting.
Moving objects, disruptions, and shape changers were the key words on the top of the page that she found. She read on down, glancing at "Key words" Finally, she found something she was looking for.
Can be spotted by quickly looking through a knothole in a wooden partition. If on the other side one might catch the dull gleam of his eye before he has time to move away.
Fi looked at the bottom, trying to find out who "He" is, certain that whoever "He" is, was the one that was in the attic when she was seven. She blinked when she saw the words. THE BOOGIEMAN. The Boogieman? No way, right? Fi shuddered, someone was watching her. She looked over to her door, and there, on the floor, was a flashlight. Not any flashlight, but it was the pink one that was in the attic that day. On the bottom of the flashlight was the initials F.P.- for Fi Philips. She remembered her mother wrote that on her flashlight before she went to camp the summer that she was seven. She had just got home from camp the day before she went to the attic to play Hide and Seek with Jack. She picked it up and put it on her stand, and went back to her laptop, looking for more info on the Boogieman.
Fi looked up a little later and saw her mother standing in the doorway.
"Hey. How long have you been up?" Fi asked, shutting her laptop.
"Not long. You?" Her mother answered.
"A little while. I had some stuff to do. You konw emailing friends, and things like that." Fi lied. She didn't want to lie to her mother, but she didn't want anyone to think she believed in the Boogieman. She had learned her lesson once. She wasn't going to deny the fact that she believd in the Paranormal, but she wasn't going to give any details, either.
Fi laid down on her bed and sighed. Her bed in Seattle was comfotrable, but this was her bed at home. It was soft and comfy, and perfect. She sighed, thinking about the day she had. Her mother had yet to notice her tatoo, but she had almost had a heart attack when she saw the tongue ring. She laughed lightly at the memory of her expression, when her phone rang.
"Hello?" She asked, unsure of who could have this number.
"Hey rebel." Carey teased with his new nickname for her.
"Hey. So I guess I can credit the nickname to my tongue ring and tatoo, right?" She said, rolling her eyes.
"Yep. So whatcha doing tomorrow night?"
'Um, nothing. Why?" Was Carey asking *her* on a *date?*
"Well, there's this really cool band playing tomorrow night at this new night club, Exentrik. They don't serve liquor, so you can get in. You want to go check them out with me?" He asked, praying she'd say yes.
"Um, sure." She answered, trying to keep her voice normal.
"Great! I'll pick you up at seven, ok?"
"Ok. See you then." She said, smiling like crazy. Carey Bell, had just asked her, Fiona Phillips, out on a date!
"Ok. Sweet dreams." He said, before hanging up.
Fi hung up her phone, and set her alarm clock and placed it on her night stand. Then she layed down and drifted off to sleep.
*:::Fi's Dream:::*
"Fi, I betcha can't find me!" Jack yelled, hinding behind some boxes. Fi was seven, and they were playing Hide and Seek in their attic. It was really dusty, and kinda dark, but that only made it more fun, more spooky. Fi suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Some one- Some thing, was watching her. She was sure of it.
"Jack!" She screamed, a box fell over.
"What's wrong!" Jack yelled, running to his little sisters side.
"Something's in here! Something's in here!" Fi screamed, crying.
"Nothing is in here, Fi. See, look around, just us and a bunch of old boxes. Maybe some dust bunnies. But other than that, nothing."
"Someone pushed that box off!" She screamed, pointing to the box that now lay on the ground.
"Fi." Jack said, sighing, "You probally just knocked the box over when you turned around, Ok? Now let's just go down stairs. Come on." He said, pushing her towards the stairs.
"Wait! Jack, I gotta get my flash light." Fi said, running to the back of the attic. When she got there she couldn't find her flash light, she could have sworn she laid it right there, on the box by the window. She walked to the door, of the spare attic room that their dad had been remodeling before he was killed, and looked through the small knothole. Her eyes widened as she saw the dull gleam of an eye. She blinked and the eye on the other side was gone.
*::::::*
Fi sat up in her bed, breathing heavily. She glanced over at her nightstand to see what time it was, but she couldn't find her alarm clock. "Where did it go? I know I put it right there!" She mutered to her self, looking around her room. Her eyes fell on her laptop, and she stood up to get it. Something was going on. When she was seven people had tried to tell her it was just her imagination, but she hadn't believed them then, and she didn't believe them now. The dream, she hadn't thought about that day in years. There had to be a reason for dreaming it. And she had never found the flash light. It was gone. Just like her alarm clock was gone now. She got online and went to her web site. She didn't really know what to look for, but after a few hours of research, she found something intersting.
Moving objects, disruptions, and shape changers were the key words on the top of the page that she found. She read on down, glancing at "Key words" Finally, she found something she was looking for.
Can be spotted by quickly looking through a knothole in a wooden partition. If on the other side one might catch the dull gleam of his eye before he has time to move away.
Fi looked at the bottom, trying to find out who "He" is, certain that whoever "He" is, was the one that was in the attic when she was seven. She blinked when she saw the words. THE BOOGIEMAN. The Boogieman? No way, right? Fi shuddered, someone was watching her. She looked over to her door, and there, on the floor, was a flashlight. Not any flashlight, but it was the pink one that was in the attic that day. On the bottom of the flashlight was the initials F.P.- for Fi Philips. She remembered her mother wrote that on her flashlight before she went to camp the summer that she was seven. She had just got home from camp the day before she went to the attic to play Hide and Seek with Jack. She picked it up and put it on her stand, and went back to her laptop, looking for more info on the Boogieman.
Fi looked up a little later and saw her mother standing in the doorway.
"Hey. How long have you been up?" Fi asked, shutting her laptop.
"Not long. You?" Her mother answered.
"A little while. I had some stuff to do. You konw emailing friends, and things like that." Fi lied. She didn't want to lie to her mother, but she didn't want anyone to think she believed in the Boogieman. She had learned her lesson once. She wasn't going to deny the fact that she believd in the Paranormal, but she wasn't going to give any details, either.