Here's another death, although I am not as proud of this death as the figure skating one. Okay, I hope you like this chapter and I might write the next one and post it tomorrow. Read and review! x)
The front door opened and the group stepped inside. Cynthia sighed and headed for the couch. James and Renzzie's eyes wandered around the place. Violet walked towards the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator. "Here. Have something to drink." she handed them to the boys. "We are not here to chill and relax. We are here to try to avoid death, or at least try to be safe." Cynthia looked around. "We have to duct tape these furnitures in place. It's better to be safe than sorry." James smiled and felt a trophy, which sat on top of a desk. "Cool. Who won this trophy?" Violet turned around. "Don't touch that. It's my brother's. He is one of the greatest sport fan in the world, or so he thinks. He collects everything that involves sports. Balls, trophies, safety gears." James looked interested. "How many balls does he have in his collection?" He walked towards another trophy and inspected it. "Probably about two hundred balls." Violet sat down next to Cynthia. "Two hundred balls?" James jumped in excitement. "Please, let me see them!"
Violet looked at Cynthia and back at James. "My brother told me to not let anyone touch his collections."
"Please. I will be so grateful if you did." James knelt in-front of Violet. She heard Renzzie laughed quietly. "Fine, but don't touch anything. Just one fingerprint of someone and he'll go insane." Cynthia laughed. "I like your brother, Violet."
Violet stood up and walked towards the swirling stairs. "Cool stairs." James ran his fingers on the hand rail and stepped on the stairs. "Comfortable staircase you have here, girl." Violet continued stepping up as James followed her. "Okay. It's on the second door to your right." Violet pointed on the far right. "Cool. Thanks, Vi." James jogged towards the door. "Don't touch anything okay. It's for your eyes only." she rolled her eyes and walked back down.
James opened the door. His eyes filled with excitement. "This is heaven." he turned the lights on and saw rows and rows of balls, each held by a wooden stand. He walked towards the first row. Baseballs, basket balls, soccer balls, footballs, and volleyballs, Violet's brother got it all. James walked through the first row and turned to the second row. It was filled with autographed balls. Michael Jordan, the Dodgers, Shaq. He had the urge to feel the black basketball signed by Pat Riley. "This must cost a fortune if you sell this on eBay." he reached for the ball, but something told him not to. Was it his conscience? He pulled his arm away. "I must. Just one touch." he reached for the ball again and finally touched it. "Awesome. Riley's autograph feels like money." He looked around and returned the ball back on top of a screwed shelf. The screw began to loose.
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"Do you even trust him?" Renzzie asked Violet as she placed her feet on top of the small table in-front of her. "I don't know. I thing it was just because of-" Violet paused. "I don't know why I did that." Renzzie snickered. Cynthia came out from the bathroom, pulling her pants up. "Wow, Violet. You're bathroom toilet is like those of planes. I really hate those." Violet smiled. "Yeah. Like the one when you flush, it sounds so strong?" she laughed. "How many toilets do you have it like that?" Cynthia sat down next to Renzzie. "All., which I hate so much because when I flush it at night, it's very loud. I wondered why people who dwelled before us reacted to this when they bought this house?"
Cynthia grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. She blinked and darkness filled the place.
It was dark. Cynthia couldn't see anything, but a big circle in-front of her. She could her stuff bouncing around her. Cynthia looked up and saw a circle falling towards the big circle on the ground. It bounced off and headed towards her.
Cynthia gasped. "Are you okay, Cyn?" Renzzie asked as he grabbed a hand full of chips from the table. "Call James now! He's next!" Cynthia grabbed onto Renzzie's arm.
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James returned the football back to the stand and noticed the backyard from the glass window. "This is a pretty clear and big window. Violet's life is just perfect." He looked down and saw gardening tools. A shovel, a rake, and pots. Feets away from them, there was a huge trampoline. "Oh, cool. A trampoling! I've got to get down there." He walked away the window and the door swung open and startled James. "James!" Renzzie called. James jumped back and unknowingly hit the loose shelf. The screw is almost loose. "Don't scare me like that, Renz." Renzzie started laughing and walked towards James. "Cynthia is calling you. Apparently, death is after you now." James laughed. "What's wrong with her? I'm finally enjoying this thing and she calls me. Oh, I almost forgot, ask Violet if we could play onher trampoline." Renzzie smiled and motioned James to go outside. "Let me stay here for a moment." he leaned on the shelf and the screw fell, making the other side of the shelf fall towards James. "James!" Renzzie screamed. Balls bounced everywhere. A bowling ball headed towards James and he looked up. "James!" Renzzie froze in terror. James managed to dodge the bowling ball by jumping back and broke the glass. Renzzie is still frozen in place.
Glass shards flew everywhere as James fell for his doom. He landed on the trampoline and bounced out. A loud thump was heard. Renzzie gasped and walked towards the window. "James? Are you okay?" James replied and Renzzie sighed in relief. "I'll call Cynthia and Violet okay?" Renzzie turned and sprinted out the room. He stepped on a table tennis ball and fell down, hitting another shelf. Balls bounced everywhere as Renzzie managed to stand up. The black autographed basketball bounced outside the window and Renzzie gasped and hurriedly looked outside to check if James was okay.
James landed on his back and pain shot everywhere. He managed to stand up and saw the basketball bounced off the trampoline and landed on the rake, sending it flying towards him. He stood in place, frozen, with the rake coming towards his. He could hear Renzzie scream his name, but he can't do anything. It felt like death has conquered his entire body and is stopping him to move. The rake went through his right eye and James landed hard. Renzzie's scream of horror echoed the backward.