In Class Prompt #10

As we drive our old beat up truck up the long stone drive, I can’t help to have a terrible feeling bubbling in my stomach. I look to my single mother who seems to think that moving away will erase our old lives. My little brother Jake, notices my hateful stare directed toward my mother and pinches me really hard on the leg.

“OWW! What the hell Jake?” I scream with annoyance.

“Language, Sam!” my mother snaps.

“He freaking pinched me for nothing!”

“Well quit looking at mom as if she is ruining your life on purpose!” defensively Jake retorts.

“Whatever.”

“Kids, please, no fighting. I want you guys to keep an open mind about this house and new life.”

As we snake through the wooded drive, I finally spot a house. Great. It deteriorating walls look as if a five mph wind would blow it down. Vines possessively crawl over just about every inch of the house. I hop out of the truck and slam the door shut. Rusted shards of metal fly off and sparkle the white stone pebbles with orange. I look up at the house and notice something in the top-level window. What in the world? I blink and the figure disappears. Oh-kay?  

“Okay kids, go ahead and pick out the rooms you want upstairs.”

Jake and I hurry towards the stairs. Jake picks the bigger room. Of course. I look beyond his room and open the door to the next one. I open the door and instantly feel a chilly breeze run up my arms. The room was bordered with elegantly elaborate, detailed, wood paneling.  I drop my bags on the floor and dust flies up in a cloud at my feet. I lie down on the bed and drift into a deep sleep. I wake up to the same weird chill that I first experienced when walking into the room. I walk down the hallway and look into Jakes room. Why are Jakes bag still unopened?  I run down the squealing steps and into the living room.

“Mom! Mom, where’s Jake?” I yell.

I don’t hear a sound. I turn around and run into an old woman.

“Boo!” she calmly speaks.

“AHHHHH!”

I look down at what the woman is carrying. Along the almost transparent white-laced dress that is blood stained, she is carrying a sleek silver machete. The tip of the machete is tipped with blood dripping the floor. I take one step back before yelling for my mom. I quickly turn to run away and see my mom and brother’s body pallid and limp next to the table.

“No, no please no.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. You are unwelcome here.”

Then darkness got the best of me.