"Um, hello."
I greeted, confused at the sight of Riley, on the doorstep.
He smiled.
"It's Riley, you know, your neighbor?"
He reminded.
I nodded, rubbing my left eye.
"What brings you here?"
I asked, wanting him to hurry up and leave.
"Can I come in?"
My face went blank, and I glanced at the killers in the kitchen watching me.
"I don't think that's such a good idea."
He nodded, seeming to understand.
"I know, dumb, but all of my friends are busy, and I thought, hey maybe I can talk to Jennifer."
His eyes suddenly looked up beside me, suprised.
I looked where he was looking, and was surprised, too.
Beside me was a man, I've never seen before. He was tall, with a black shirt on, and had black hair with green eyes. He wore blue jeans, and looked like a handsome man.
"Why, hello, I'm Jennifer's uncle. I didn't know she had a friend coming over."
I stared at him, wanting to ask; "Who the Hell are you?" However, I didn't.
"Oh, yeah, my name's Riley Thomas, I'm from next door."
The man smiled, but it didn't look friendly, it looked evil.
"Well, come in. Let's get more aqqauinted."
I didn't know what to think about that.
"Thanks, sir."
Riley stepped in the house, and I looked at the kitchen.
Nobody was there, but Hannibal.
It's some sort of trap. I just know it.
My thought made me sick, as I imagined them attacking Riley, killing him.
I closed the front door, and followed them to the kitchen, tense.
"So, Riley, how old are you?"
Asked the man, sitting down.
Riley sat down across from him.
"Seventeen."
He answered.
I sat between them, uneasily, eyes darting around the kitchen.
"Hello, Riley. I'm Jennifer's second uncle, Harry. This is Marty."
Hannibal was lying, I knew, but I didn't say anything.
"Nice to meet you."
Said Riley, being the friendly neighbor that he was.
"So, how's life been treating you?"
Asked Hannibal/Harry, drinking the last of his coffee.
"It's been good, the sun's been out lately, and I've been in a great mood."
Lucky bastard.
I cursed the fact that he didn't have to suffer, while I did, however, I didn't want him to die for it.
Of course not, I wouldn't dare wish that on anybody.
"Glad for Summer?"
Asked Marty, never taking his eyes off him, as if curious.
"Oh yeah, really glad. My last teachers, geez, don't even get me started on them."
Hannibal let out a small smile, setting the coffee mug aside.
"What? Real pricks?"
Inquired Marty. Riley let out a laugh, grinning.
"You describe them better than I do."
I scanned the kitchen again, and went stiff when I saw Chucky, peeking out from one of the cabinets.
Chucky smiled in my direction, waving at me.
"What's wrong, Jennifer? You seem tense."
Noticed Riley, looking at me, concerned.
I looked away from the killer doll, and met his eyes.
"Oh nothing, just tired."
I heard a sharp, but faint noise at that.
It was probably Freddy, perking up at the vocabulary word I used, tired.
Riley nodded.
"So, what happened to your cheek?"
I could feel their eyes on me, wanting an answer.
"Me and my sister, had a big fight. That's all. We get rough, sometimes."
I lied, only focusing on him.
"You should see them fight sometime, bet some money on it."
Joked Marty, which caused an easygoing smile to appear on Riley's face.
"That'd be great. Where is your sister, anyway?"
I bit my lip, and then released it.
"At a friend's house."
This time I told the truth, and I was glad to.
I didn't want to keep lying to him, but man, did he notice a lot of things.
Just then, he suddenly jerked up.
"Oh! I almost forgot! Here, I found this in our yard this morning,"
He took out, to my horror, my journal from his back pocket.
I gawked at it.
Wasn't expecting that.
I mused, shutting my mouth, and taking it from him.
I heard a muffled laugh, and gritted my teeth.
"Thanks."
I said, plastering a fake, small smile in his direction.
"I didn't read it or anything, when I saw it was yours."
THANK GOD!
I screamed, inside my head.
"Yeah, my sister threw it out of my window."
His eyebrow arched, grinning.
"She must be some piece of work."
Marty grinned.
"You have no idea."
He said, side glancing at me.
I looked away from his glance, and around the kitchen, again.
I have to get him the fuck out of here, before he has anymore 'surprises'.
"Well, it was nice talking to you, maybe we can do this again, sometime."
I stood up, and pulled Riley out of his chair.
"Oh, okay. Nice meeting you, Marty! You too, Harry!"
I was literally dragging him out of the kitchen.
"Thanks for coming, have a great life, goodbye."
I shut the door behind him, and locked it.