Chapter 6-The Closet

"Jeanette!" Brittney and Eleanor cried as they rushed to comfort their traumatized sister. Jeanette calmed down a little bit, but continued to cry into her hands. The boys came in and joined the comforting hug.

"Are you okay, Jeanette?" Theodore asked concerned. Jeanette sniffed, then nodded.

"Yeah," she replied as she began to stop crying.

"Alright," Eleanor said as she helped her sister up, "let's get out of this freaky room." Simon put his arm around Jeanette's shoulders and helped her to the living room. Jeanette trembled rapidly as Simon helped her to the couch.

"What did you see, Jeanette?" Alvin asked curiously.

"Alvin!" Brittney shouted, "You idiot! You couldn't have picked a worse time to ask that!"

"No," Jeanette said quickly, "I-It's okay, all I saw was the door slam shut all by itself, the lights flickering, and the closet doors flying open and s-slamming shut all by themselves. Oh and I tried to get the door open but it was s-stuck." The others gasped and looked at each other.

"Whoa," Alvin said, "forget my theory about the aliens, I think we might be dealing with a real haunting." Theodore clung to Simon.

"Y-you mean like…" Theodore gulped, "…g-ghosts?"

"You betcha!" Alvin said proudly. Simon glared at him.

"Alvin," he said sternly, "you're scaring Theodore."

"Sorry, Theodore," Alvin said to his little brother.

"There's no ghost," Simon said sternly, "there's no such thing."

"Oh really, Einstein?" Brittney said angrily, "Will you take a good look at my sister?! How do you explain the lights going out, door slamming by itself, and the closet doors?"

"Simple," Simon responded, "It's all just a major coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less. A ghost is just not logical!"

"Not logical?!" Brittney screeched furiously, "alright, Mr. Logic, if you're so sure something freaky isn't going on here, why don't you go stand in that closet?"

"What closet?" Simon asked.

"The one in that bedroom," Brittney replied.

"How long?" he asked. Brittney thought for a second.

"Five minutes," She said with an evil smirk.

"Okay," Simon said as he walked toward the bedroom.

"No, Simon!" Theodore cried, "Don't do it!"

"Please Simon," Jeanette pleaded, "don't!"

"Oh, nothing's gonna happen," Simon said as he rolled his eyes and walked in the room and into the closet. He sat on the floor. "Aren't you guys gonna watch?" he called to his friends.

"Are you crazy?" Alvin called back from the living room, "I ain't going near that room!" Simon sighed, then kinda giggled at everyone's foolishness. Suddenly, the lights went out. Simon felt a little uneasy, but still wasn't convinced.

The other five waited in the living room anxiously, kinda hoping Simon didn't see anything, even Alvin.

Simon was still waiting in the dark closet. He felt a sudden cold breeze. He began to breathe heavily and then noticed he could see his breath. Suddenly, the bedroom and closet doors slammed shut. Then the closet door opened. Simon hoped to see Alvin or Brittney, but unfortunately, he didn't. He saw a young woman covered in blood, standing in front of him. "AAAAAHHHHH!" he screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his life.

Everyone except for Brittney jumped off the couch and ran for the bedroom door. Alvin tried to push it open, but once again, it was stuck.

"Why help him?" Brittney asked while sitting on the couch with no concern whatsoever, "he's probably just playing a joke on us." Alvin turned to Brittney and glared at her.

"I doubt it," he said angrily but calmly.

Simon was staring strait into the eyes of the bloody, ghost-like woman. She was glaring down at him, and he began to cry. "

"Please don't hurt me!" he pleaded through his tears.

Dave and Ms. Miller walked in the front door and noticed the lights flickering and could hear Simon screaming in one of the bedrooms, while Alvin, Theodore, Jeanette, and Eleanor were trying to pry the door open.

"Kids?" Dave cried with concern, "What is going on?!"

"D-Dave," Alvin said on the verge of tears, "s-something's got S-Simon!" Dave rushed to the bedroom door and tried to push it open, but he had no luck either. He began banging on it with his fist.

"Whoever you are, leave my son alone!" He screamed furiously.

Simon heard Dave's voice.

"Dave!" he cried, "Help me! AAAHH!" The woman disappeared, the lights came back on, and Dave came storming in with Ms. Miller behind him.

"Simon!" he cried with relief as he scooped him up, "Are you alright? What happened?" Simon hid his face in Dave's shirt and began to cry even more hysterically. Dave rubbed his back comfortably. "It's okay," he whispered to his son as he carried him into the living room.

Yeah there's chapter 6! Chapter 7 is a comin'! Just hang on to your britches! I like reviews!! lol