A/N;
For some reason I'm having a lot of fun with this XD;
Stardust4 – Thank you :3
Ditto9 – Had to reference it X3 So do I :'( I wanted to have one but… Me and the girls have been busy with other things over the holidays D: Here's hoping this turns ou as such xD
XxninjabrawlerXx – There's not much to judge on, but if you think it's good so far, then that's a good sign XD Writing more ;3
Creak. Creak. Creak.
"Your stairs have carpet on them, shouldn't, you know… They, not creak like that?"
"Maybe it's not the stairs. Oooo, Booga Booga~!"
"Shut up!"
A loud thwack sound could be heard by anyone else in the house as Chris received a lovely, hard smack on the back. Just another to add to the collection of bruises the young give following him was so fond of giving him.
"You're not even funny." Jill hissed.
"You're just saying that because you're scaaared." Chris teased, sticking his tongue out at her, which she was quick to nearly grab and yank out.
The two were creeping slowly up the stairs, with all due intent to investigate the sounds that had echoed from above earlier. Had it been something in the attic? How many Goosebumps episodes had they watched when they were even younger than they were now, when it turned out there was something in the attic or basement? In the show, purely – Not to say that they hadn't been convinced that their own lower and upper dwelling quarters had been inhabited by less than friendly critters.
Chris jumped as another loud noise echoed from above them. He held onto the hand railing beside him tightly, looking up at the shadows above the stair case. They danced around due to the light from the TV, casting illusions in minds of both of the youngsters. Chris squinted at them, trying to make out any bodies that formed – All he received was what looked like… Fairies? Suddenly he felt the better about the whole situation.
"Pixies, I've never heard of anything about cannibalistic pixies…" He chuckled to himself. Jill had taken up roost next to him on the step he had been occupying for the last two minutes, hearing what he had said.
"Of course you've never heard of cannibalistic Pixies. Pixies don't eat other pixies But don't you remember the movie we watched last night?" She inquired. He turned his gaze towards her, a puzzled look on his face as he tried to remember back. Jill decided not to give him little time to do so. She moved her hands against the arm of his she was closest to, scrapping her nails against his skin, digging in just that little bit deeper each time she repeated the action. "It was that Blood Plum Fairies thing, don't you remember? They were like, vampires. But only after they had ripped your skin off of your flesh, a swarm of them, each little one, happily picking away, almost like piranhas."
Chris wished he had been wearing more than just that damned singlet shirt and pajama shorts – Especially with her nails working their way over his vulnerable arm. She must have been all snug and cosy in her loose Pajama jacket and pants. The patterns off otters, or mongoose… Or ferrets, or whatever on the fabric would have been a nice comfort in the situation.
"And Bam!!" She shouted, shoving his chest roughly with the tips of her fingers, causing him to cry out loudly from the surprise, "They just start sucking the friggin' life out of you! How could you forget that?"
"Maybe I was just trying to make sure my memories of my childhood weren't tainted so much." He stated as his voice quivering slightly, overcome by the sheer surprise Jill's attack had sprung upon him. "Thanks Jill, Thanks for killing my childhood. You're a real pal."
"Always happy to help." She said, giving him a rough pat on the back. "Now come on, we gotta go check that out."
Both parties took a few moments to gather the courage to actually take those steps – Yes, despite her brave face, Jill was scared shitless. She hadn't been scared because of a movie in years, but… With how the world was, what was the likelihood of a zombie actually being the area? Surprisingly high.
They reached the top of the stairs with some effort and coaxing from each other. Chris' hand wondered to the light switch by the top of the stairs, and he opened his mouth to speak. Before any words could escape, a loud clash of thunder rand out again, accompanied by a flash of lightning.
Both froze, looking at the window to the left of them. The lightning – The shadows – The tree outside – Whatever was in the tree out there.
"H…Hey, I just realised. I don't actually have an attic!" Chris stated, taking a step back hesitantly, "We don't need to be up here!"
"Y… You don't?" Jill asked after, raising an eyebrow, after convincing her mind that what had flashed before them was purely the tree's branches, lit by the lightning and the moon. Chris squeaked a quick 'no, we don't', before dashing down the stairs. Jill uttered, "You dang pansy…"
THUD!
"W, Wait for me, Chris!" She yelled, nearly throwing herself down the stairs after him.
Outside, a possum audibly yelled at it's friend that had knocked it off the tree and onto the roof for the utmost time that night. The other seemed to shrug, before the two got back to their business.
