Queen Luana: I'm back! MUAHAHAHAHAAAA! Yep, the sun ust started shining brightly so I decided to write another chapter. The problem with me is, when I'm writing a story, during night I'm always brainstorming on what's gonna happen next. You can believe I couldn't sleep right? Especially that on a sudden moment I could here a male voice saying 'Hi Sarah' to me while my name is Luana! AND THERE WAS NO ONE IN THE ROOM! … it couldn't be…. Sarah Michelle Gellar? AAARGH ! (runs off screaming and waving her arms)
The Closet
Vegeta was snoring on the couch, and after some pacing around the room Bulma finally found something to do. She hurried upstairs, the steps creaking underneath her feet and into the hallway. It was eleven AM, the wheather was beautiful and once again, the hallway was filled with a dark radiance. She switched the lights on and walked into the first room, where Trunks slept. "I don't believe, the kid's moved in for a day and already this place is a mess," Bulma sighed at seeing the masacre. Empty bags of chips spreaded all over the floor, his sheets half off his bed and he had obviously forgotten his homework since it was lying on a disorderly pile. She cleaned up in a hurry and as a result she only got a gloomy, scary room. "For crying out loud!" she cursed herself. "It's just a stupid old house!"
Bulma cleaned up the other rooms as well, since they were all very messy and dusty. And opening windows and curtains didn't seem to affect the house's atmosphere. It only created more shadows, more dark corners who kept Bulma worried and a little scared. When she had finally finished crossing the rooms with her vacuum cleaner she sighed again, not the least bit reliefed at seeing a clean hall. She then realised something. "No attic," she told herself, not recalling to have seen a stair leading to it. Then how could anything possibly get there? A door creaked and opened. It was the one door at the end of the hallway, which had opened a little, not entirely, but still. She remembered opening the windows and asuming it was the wind who had pushed the door open she went to close it. But she hesitated, with her hand on the doorknob. There was a closet in that room. A large wooden closet with a sliding door and it was opened a little. Just a little, but still alowing her to face the darkness of its inside.
Bulma pushed the door entirely open and waited in the doorway. She didn't remember seeing that closet. How could she have missed it? Carefully she shuffled into the room and waited in front of the closet. If possible, she had the feeling that closet was the cause of the house's ghastliness. She raised on trembling hand and grabbed the edge of the sliding door. Then she took a deep breath and pulled it open. Nothing. Just an empty closet. "Darkness there, and nothing more," Bulma chuckled and leaned over to close it again when she heard that thumping again, right above her. She looked up and saw that the closet had a large whole, on which a wooden bord was placed to cover it.
Hessitantly she stepped into the closet and pushed the bord up, allowing her to look into the attic. So this was how to get there… It was impossible to observe the attic, since no light could reach it and Bulma couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. With a sigh she slid back into the closet and placed the cover back where it was. At least the thumping had stopped. She crawled out of the closed and slid it closed again. Then she turned, and screamed loudly.
A young boy with raven black hair stood there, holding a black mewing cat in his arms and wearing nothing put underwear and vest, staring up at Bulma. "W-What are you doing in my house!" Bulma gasped, hand to her heart. That kid had almost given her a heart attack! The boy didn't reply, but the cat hissed dangerously. Vegeta came running in. "What's going on?" He spotted the kid. "And who the hell is that?" Ah, great brilliant Vegeta with his great interrogation technique. "It's just a kid, Vegeta, he must've wandered in here when he was playing or something." She laid her hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him outside. Christ he's cold! And it's so Goddamn warm outside! "Come on, I'll take you outside."
"That was one creepy looking shrimp," Vegeta said when his wife closed the front door again. "I didn't even hear him enter," Bulma said. "You'd think that with all those creaking steps and all you'd hear a kid enterring the house, right?" Vegeta merely shrugged. "I guess so, maybe, I dunno…" Bright, bright Vegeta. "Don't give me that look, woman!" Vegeta said when Bulma raised an eyebrow at him again. "It's just a stupid house in a stupid neighbourhood, alright? Stop acting like this house is cursed or something."
He lied down in the couch again and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. "I'd wish he got himself a job," she sighed deeply and went to the kitchen to get lunch ready.
The thumping was back again, that night. It kept her awake. She stared at the ceiling, wondering who could possibly be wandering around in there. Her curiosity, together with her fear, had increased through the day and now it came to his peak. She got out of bed, quietly because she iddn't want to wake her husband. That would definetely lead to one of his famous it's-just-a-house-quotes. She tiptoed through the room until she arrived at the door. With a deep sigh and after casting one look back at her husband, just to make sure he was there to help her in case anything would happen, she opened the door.
A black cat bounded past her and she clapped her hand in front of her mouth. She could feel her heart punding rapidly at high speed and she saw the cat running down the stairs. Was it just that cat that had been sneaking around upstairs? Nu-uh, no cat could possible make those kind of sounds, they belonged to someone (or something) much heavier. A person, or something. She turned to the other side of the hallway and her breath stopped.
There stood the boy again. He was gazing through the hallway, as if he didn't even see her. "Vegeta…" she whispered. The door behind the kid was open, and darkness creeped through the hallway. Was it a shadow? But to what did it belong? It filled the entire jhallway in darkness, heading towards Bulma, who watched in fear. The boy just stood there, motionless as a statue, while the shadow consumed everything. It came closer. "Vegeta!" Bulma cried, she tripped backwards and smacked onto the ground, right with her head on the edge of the stairs. The last thing she heard was a loud croak…
Queen Luana: We all know whose croak that is, don't we? (looks around maniacal) You'll never catch me! I'll travel along with the light! Sun, here I come! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA! (packs her bags and runs towards the moonlight) It hurts my eyes!