Chapter 6

Confused and a bit freaked out by his expression I started getting up to walk to him but something suddenly grabbed a chunk of my hair from behind me.

"Jake!" I called out for help. It was more than one person. It was at least three. One was grabbing my head and the other two were grabbing at my arms. I grabbed onto the sides of the doorway as I fought against them. They were freakishly strong.

My heart was hammering in my chest in fear and in pain. Whatever was holding me had very cold hands and smelled disgusting. I moved my foot out towards the side to help me stay in place but the wood broke. Before I knew what was happening everything was dark. I grabbed onto whatever I could to stop them from taking me further.

I looked up and that was the biggest mistake in my life. This wasn't a person it was a thing. It used to be a person but now it's a dead person. Their face was rotted and she had a hole in her head. I almost died right there and then from a heart attack.

With the new adrenaline pumping through my veins I reached for the doorway again. "NO!" I yelled in fear as they tried pulling me back again. I yanked myself away from their grasp and quickly ran over and picked Jake up. I quickly ran over to the door and tried to open it. It was jammed or locked or something. I jiggled it and yank on it in fear when I heard a loud noise from behind me.

I turned back in fear before I made my way around the broken glass and wood on the floor and went for the window. I lifted it up an inch but it was jammed. I looked back behind me with wide eyes before I looked back at the window to try and open it again.

Open! Open please! I begged. There was a bang on the window that made me jump away from it in fear. "Hey! What's wrong?!" James asked from the other side.

I started lifting the window again, "Help us!" I pleaded in a high shaky voice. He reached under the window and pulled it all the way up, "Take him," I pleaded desperately for him to take Jake.

He grabbed Jake from my arms and I quickly started getting out of the house, "What's the matter?" James asked again. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist to help me get out. I got on my two feet sweating from the fear and adrenaline and shaking. I moved my head slowly back to the window to see of it was there.

"Bella what's the matter?" it didn't come from James this time but from Edward. I didn't care at the moment. I was too scared to care. I looked into the house and a rush of disbelief and confusion struck me hard. Everything was clean. Everything was back to the way it was like it never happened.

"Bella look at me," Edward pleaded in a worried voice.

I slowly looked away from the window with confusion still etched all over my face to look at him, "What happened?" he asked.

"I...," I looked back at the house feeling a bit numb before I looked back at him, "I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked confused.

"There…there was someone upstairs," I started but didn't finish.

"Are they still in there?" he asked.

"No…they…it…everything was breaking by itself," I muttered out.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Tables and desks were being thrown everywhere, the glass broke by itself, the lights were flickering…and I…I don't know how," I told him confused.

"Did you see what was in the house?" he asked.

I noticed that he said what instead of who, "No…not really…it grabbed me from behind," I said with slightly tearful eyes. "I don't understand any of this," I confessed to him.

I could hear the sirens from the distance, "You called the police?" he asked.

"Umm," I cleared my throat and ran my fingers through my hair as I looked down, "Yeah."

"Hey," he said in a soft voice.

I looked up at him, "Its fine. Everything will be fine."

"We should go back inside," James suggested.

I clung onto Edward in fear as we approached the front door. I stopped him once we reached the front door. He looked down at me in confusion. I shook my head with watery eyes as I looked at the door before I looked back up at him, "I…I'm scared."

He looked back at James and nodded for him to go inside before he gently took my face in his hands and looked me right in the eyes. "Nothing is going to happen. I'll be right by your side the whole time," he gently wiped a few of my tears away with his thumbs.

I looked back into his eyes with my tearful ones before I looked at the door and nodded. He slowly wrapped his arm around my shoulders and took a step towards the door. I rested my head against his shoulder and slowly walked inside with him. I looked around the place without moving my head and everything was just the way it was before. Maybe I'm going crazy.

He led me to the couch and sat down next to me. "The police are here. They should be able to catch whoever is in the house," James told us.

No one will be able to catch these things. They aren't human anymore. I gave my statement to the police as some of the other officers checked the place out. I didn't have to read minds to know that they thought I was insane. Some probably thought I was playing a prank on them. This is far beyond a prank.

But what if I am insane? No, I can't be. Why would I go insane all of a sudden just because we moved? That's ridiculous.

"Jake!" I looked up to find my mom coming in with a worried expression. She quickly walked over to Jake and picked him up before she left the room.

Of course she doesn't care if I'm fine. She probably thinks this is all my fault. I lightly touched the back of my head because of the small ache that the ugly thing had given me.

"What did James say?" my father asked once he stepped into the room.

My mom was leaning against the doorway in thought before she answered him, "He said it was easy to understand someone getting scared there first night alone out here…but that he didn't see anything unusual."

What? I looked up at Edward in disbelief before I looked back at my mother, "Mom please believe me. I'm not making this up I'm telling the truth," she has to believe me. Why would I lie about something like this?

"Bella…just stop," she said with a shake to her head before she walked away.

I looked at down at my hands before I looked back up at my dad, "Dad…I'm really scared. Can't we just go home?" I asked with a small shake to my head. I don't like this place. I hate it. The only reason I would stay would be because of Edward but…only if I stayed at his house or something.

"Bella…this is home. You need to get used to that," this is not home. This isn't even close to home. I don't want to get used to it. I don't want to be here anymore. "I thought we had agreed that you were going to try. What happened to that?" he was disappointed in me. I could see it plain on his face.

Maybe I am overreacting. I sighed and looked away from him as he walked away. "You okay?" Edward asked as he lightly placed his hand on my back.

I turned my head to look over at him before I turned my body towards his, "Do you think I'm crazy?" I asked him.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and left his hand there, "No," he whispered.

"Do you believe me?" I asked.

"I believe you saw something but I don't know exactly what it was," he replied back honestly.

I looked at him or a minute before I looked away. At least someone believed me. I looked over to the living room to see Jake walking around and reaching for something on the ceiling. "What's he looking at?" Edward asked me.

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked back at him, "I don't know…but I'm sure he does."

He looked back at me with soft eyes before he gently placed his hand on my cheek, "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" he asked.

I nodded lightly into his hand. He slowly leaned in and gently pressed his lips on mine. I smiled a bit. This would be the best thing that happened today. He pulled away after a minute and smiled at me, "I better get home."

I stood up when he did, "Umm…do you still want me to come over tomorrow?" I asked as we reached the front door.

"If you're up for it," he replied back as he turned to look at me on the porch.

I nodded as I stuck my hands in my front pockets. He came up to me and gently kissed my forehead, "If you need anything just call me."

I smiled lightly and nodded, "Goodnight," I whispered to him.

"Goodnight," he replied back before he started walking to his house. I sighed before I reluctantly got back inside and closed the door. I picked Jake up from the living room and took him upstairs to his room.

"I'll be right back," I told him before I left and went straight to my room. I got dressed into my sleeping clothes and got ready for bed before I went back to Jake's room. He wasn't in his crib anymore. He had gotten out somehow. I lifted him up and placed him back in the crib.

He's so little. How does he not get scared by this stuff? Is it because he's too young to understand? "You saw it too didn't you?" I asked him. He didn't answer back he just stared at me. "I know you did. You had to have seen it," I told him with a shaky breath. It's been months…why won't he talk already? "Just tell me Jake. I wish you could just tell me what you saw. Look…I'm sorry about what happened before but…come on Jake…just start talking please," I begged him. I knew he could understand what I was saying.

This is all my fault. I shouldn't have done what I did those many months ago. I should have told her. My lips trembled lightly as the guilt kicked in, "I won't let anything happen to you," I told him in a shaky voice. "I promise."

He didn't say anything like I thought he would. I mean your big sisters crying in front of you you'd think the kid would speak up for her. I sighed before I kissed his forehead, "Night Jake." Nothing. I bit my lip before I walked out of the room and went straight to my room.

I wouldn't let them get to me. I wouldn't be scared to live here. They can't scare me away. But then again I could be wrong.

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