Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I guess I don't really have an excuse. I hope you like it.

Jade

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*Ding dong.*

*Knock. Knock. KNOCK.*

I'm not sure how long I've been staring at the dusty old piano before I'm finally shaken out of my trance by the sound of knocking on the front door.
I cautiously peek out the large bay window and see a familiar tall figure standing at the front door running a hand threw his dark hair.
What is he doing here?
I glance at the antique looking clock hanging on the living room wall. I speed walk to the door and after smoothing my hair I open it to reveal a confused Beck.

"Morning, Beck. What brings you here?" I say as cooly as I can. He looks surprised that it was me who answered the door. Almost like he had been expecting someone else.

"I uh-I don't know really." he says as he stands there shaking. His face is contorted into a look of unease. "I heard someone playing the piano and it reminded me of someone." He says before running his hand threw his hair so roughly I'm sure his hair might fall out.

"Are you alright?" I ask feeling concerned for him as he just stood there staring at me blankly. I didn't know Beck very well but I decided to be nice to him right now. "Come in and sit down. I'll get you some water." I said and he obayed silently.

I returned to him in the foyer with a glass of water, he was standing there looking in the distance and I know his mind is somewhere else. I lead him to the couch in the living room and we both sit down. "Whats wrong?" I ask trying to snap him out of his daze.

Beck hesitates to answer. "The family who lived here before had a daughter who sang and played the piano all the time...I'm sure you heard what happened to her. But when I heard you playing the piano this morning for a minute I-" he sighs heavily. "I thought she was back."

I suddenly feel very curious about this mysterious girl. Maybe they were friends. Maybe they even dated. I suddenly find myself wondering if she was prettier than me. "I'm sorry for your loss." I say feeling his sadness radiate through out the room at the mention of the girls passing.

"Me too." he whispers and his dark maple brown eyes meet my ice blue ones. Its a long while before either of us speaks again. When Beck finally says something his voice startles me.

"I'm sorry for coming over here and freaking you out like that." he says sounding like his normal self again.

"You didn't freak me out." I say comfortingly. "At least not really." I add playfully one I know he has fully recovered from his little episode.

Beck looks at me with a slight smile. "Darn. I really tried too." he joked back.

"It takes a lot to scare me away." I say matter-of-factly and we hold each others gaze for a moment.

Beck raises an eyebrow at me. "Wanna check out something really freaky then?" he asks with a devious grin as he stands up.

I match his smirk and roll my eyes. "Try me."

He turns and starts to lead the way up the stairs. "I found this place in the house with my friend a long time ago." he says as he opens up the latch to the attack in the upstairs hallway. A ladder folds out and some wood shavings fall down from the top. The room looks dark but I can see a small crack o light coming from a window on the far left side.

"After you." Beck says gesturing to the ladder. He takes a step closer to me and his grin returns. "Unless your to afraid?" he asks in a deep voice.

I roll my eyes and start to climb up. "Oh, please. It's just an attic." I say as I reach the top and stand up. I glance around I see some books on a shelf with a stack of cards right beside me and a small red ball on the floor rolling towards me. I top it with my foot and kick it across the room.
I turn to see Beck made his way up the ladder and is now standing beside me. He reaches out in front of him and pulls on a long string causing a dull light to flick on.
I look to the right and gasp. There is a dark figure on the wall. No. It's a body suit of some sort. The arms are chained to the wall like at any moment its going to move and start trying to break free.

"Weird right?" Beck says stepping towards it. "I guess who ever lived here ages ago must have left this behind." he says grabbing the mask of the black rubber suit. "I think they liked to, 'play dress up'." he says with a chuckle.

I try to laugh a little, the black suit was clearly harmless. Yet something about it freaks me out enough to make me stay silent. Not that the suit was scary but whoever had worn it must have been quite the demented soul to put on such a thing to turn on someone. Black rubber suit in my attic... The Rubber Man? That couldn't be the thing the crazy little red head was talking about earlier.

"I told you I'd get you scared." Beck says as if he had won.

I look over at him next to the suit and put my hands on my hips. "More like bored. It's just a dumb old suit." I say as I walk over to the ladder and make my way down. Beck turns off the light and in a moment is back next to me, closing the door to the attic. "Wanna see something really scary?" I challenge Beck.

"I guess if I don't have anything better to do." he says cooly waiting for what I have to say.

I lead him into my room and gesture for him to sit on the bed. I grab the DVD's from my stash of movies and flick on the small TV in my room.

"The Scissoring. AKA the greatest movie of all time." I say as I put the disk in and begin to play the movie.

I return to sit on my bed next to Beck. Were forced to sit close since my bed is so small so when he turns to talk to me I can feel his warm minty breath on my cheek.
"Will just see about that." he jokes before looking from me to the TV.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?"

My eyes pop open and me and Beck both shoot up from my bed. The end of the Scissoring 2 is playing and I realize that at some point I had dozed off. I turn to face my dad who looks angry and is giving Beck a death glare. I know this mustn't have looked very good to him so I try to explain.

"We were just watching a movie." I say calmly. I expect Beck to look shocked or guilty standing there facing my dad but instead he is calmly leaning agains my bed frame.

"The hell you were!" my dad yells angrily stomping into the room.

I sigh annoyed by the accusation in his voice. "Nothing was going on dad. He is my friend."

Beck steps forward with a hand outreached for my dad to shake. "Nice to meet you sir. I'm Beck Oliver. I live next door." he says so calmly I can't help but be amazed at his courage, or maybe it's stupidity thats allowing him to face my fathers wrath.

My dad glares at Beck and makes no move to shake his hand. "Go downstairs." he commands in an aggressive tone. Beck nods and after giving me a reassuring smile he walks out of my room. "I'll deal with you later Jade." he says to me before following Beck out and slamming the door.

I wait until I'm sure my dads all the way down the stairs until I crack open my door and slip out of my room. I tip toe to the rail of the stair case and strain to hear what there saying.

"It really isn't like that, sir. I-"

"Shut up. I never wan't to see you in this house again or I'll call the police. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Now leave."

The door slams and I hurriedly make my way to my room. I dash to my window and look just in time to see an unworried Beck walking back over to his home. I sigh and sit back down on my bed. I'm sure now that he won't ever come back. Why did my dad have to be so over protective?
I can hear him shuffling up the stairs now and ready myself for the lecture thats about to come.
Oh, how I wish I was dead already.