I can't sneak around all night long. Then, again, I can't stay here either. Creeper might smell me again, and this time, he won't make haste to catch up with me.
Tears started to well up in my eyes.
Mom, should of been here!
I knew my inner child was taking over for just a second, scared and unknowning. I wiped my tears away angerily, and once again, began to agrue with myself, pushing my inner child back down.
No, you should be glad that she wasn't here. They would of killed her or ate her or something. Thank God, Alysson wasn't here. She wouldn't be able to handle it, and start crying and whining. That goes for Max, too.
Alysson is my little sister, who's eight years old. She has sandy blonde hair that just reaches her shoulders, with big, blue eyes. Max is ten, and has short, curly brown hair, with brilliant green eyes. I have bright, blonde hair that stops four inches past my shoulders, and the same big, blue eyes. Except, mine were an icy chill, sort of color, compared to Alysson's dark, midnight blue.
I snapped out of it, as I heard another angered yell.
I have to find weapons.
 Then an innocent voice of reason suggested;
No, just call the police!
I stood from my bed, staring with fear at my door. That would be a perfect idea, if, the only phone we have wasn't downstairs in the kitchen.
"Why the Hell does everything have to be so damn hard?"
I asked, in an angry whisper to noone in perticular. I paced around my room, twice, and started to quietly search my room for a weapon or anything that would work. I knew I had a baseball bat here somewhere. I used to play Tee Ball, with a couple of girls at my school, and I had a pretty good arm as pitcher. I'm good at targets, throwing anything to hit something at a long distance. I love the game, Darts. It was fun, and I hit the red bullseye everytime, but now, this wasn't a fun game, anymore. It was survival with a bunch of monsters walking around in MY house. I went to check my closet, and dug around, franticly.
"Please,"
I begged, glancing at my door, when I heard cruel laughter.
"Ah ha!"
I cried, barely above a whisper. I took the wooden bat in my hands, and gripped it as tight as I possibly could, ingoring the slight pain. I backed up from my closet, and took a few practice swings.
"This'll have to do for now."
I muttered, turning in the direction of my door. I quickly crept up to it, and slowly edged it open to an inch, peeking into the hallway. Nobody was in sight. A quick sigh of relief came stumbling from my mouth. I could still hear voices, around the house. Scattered.
Come on, Jennifer, don't be a hero.
The innocent voice warned inside my head. I chose to ingore it, because this was the only thing that I could do. No turning back, not now, not ever. I slowly went out into the hall, closing my door back behind me. I leaned against it, heavily. The weight of the world on my shoulders. The air seemed thick with something, but with what?
Fear.
I thought, shuddering, and renewing the grip on my baseball bat. Dad had gotten it for me for Chirstmas, when I was twelve. I seemed to push myself from my door, out into the open. I looked around at the other rooms, and at the staircase in the middle to my right that led to the attic. More voices, and more laughter echoed in the big, three story house. I gently edged to the railing, that led to the staircase leading down into the first story. Looking around, I saw noone. I changed my gaze to the kitchen, where only the fridge was available in my view. I stopped, and crouched behind the wooden railing, watching the lepercaun go through our food. Anger flushed in me.
Why can't they leave, already?
That was our food, not theirs! I bit my lip, and watched at he walked out of the kitchen, across the main hall, and into the living room, with one of my dad's beers. My dad didn't drink a whole lot, only when his friends came over and they discussed work. My dad is a lawyer in this big company, and he makes a lot of money, but is barely ever home.
Good, maybe the kitchen is empty, and I can call the police.
 I hoped, sneaking over to the stairs. I looked around the hallway behind me, and saw nobody. Facing forward, I made my way, cautiously down the steps, staring fearfully into the living room. There were four people in there, the lepercaun, the doll, the man dressed in black, and the man with the hook for a hand. They were all cheering and hooting wildly at the screen, where a round of boxing could be heard. "Bruce gives Leon a left hook, and a straight back hand!" I sighed, hopeful once again.
Good, they're distracted.
I turned to the kitchen doorway, finally reaching the bottom of the staircase, and silently dashed in. Closing the swinging door behind me, I looked around. There was noone here, and I was grateful for that. The fridge door was left open, though, and again, I was angry. I looked inside and cringed at the mess and loss of food.
Mom will be pissed.
 I thought, sadly. Closing the door, I stepped over the pool of milk on the floor, and went over to the phone. It suddenly looked like a gift from God, than a normal house phone. I was about to pick it up, my fingers hovering over it, when it ringed.