So where do I start? maybe the beginning right?
Well it was a normal day, that day that everything changed. I woke up to the sound of a high pitched scream which seemed to come from downstairs. See, my mother babysits two little brats from down the street so yes this is a normal wake up call. I reached for my phone to check the time because well come on what teen nowadays has a freakin alarm clock? Not this one!
I unlocked my phone and saw that it was 9:26am. Kinda early fora weekend but oh well I might as well get up now. Seeing as the brats aren't going to quiet down for anyone. I threw the blanket off of me and slithered out of bed with not much desire to face this day so early. I walked to my dresser and pulled out some sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt. I sleep in just my panties, get over it!
"Hayley! Are you up now?" I heard my mom scream. I didn't respond just in hopes that I can get a little bit more alone time before heading downstairs. "HAY HAY!" I heard Michael and Chelsea, the brats, scream. They are almost 7 but they refuse to call me by my actual name. I mean it's kind of cute but it gets annoying sometimes. -scrape- I turned quickly towards my closet, started from the loud scraping noise i just heard. What could it be? The kids are downstairs and I have no pets that could've gotten trapped in there. I walk slowly towards the closed closet door when I hear it again. SCRAPE. Made me jump back and I felt my heart stop for a second. What the hell is that noise?! I quicken my step and open the closet door, scared of what i'm about to discover but when I open the door there is nothing there. Nothing at all. Everything still in it's place as I left it last night when I organized it. That was weird I think to myself. I ignored it and closed the closet door and was about to turn around when I heard "HI HAY!" I jumped around and there in my door way was little Michael with a huge grin on his face. "How did you get in my room?" I said. "uhm I opened the door." "oh right" I said feeling stupid for asking such an obvious question. I started walking towards him when i noticed he seemed to be in a trance staring at my closet door. I looked back at my door and back at him and said "Hey Michael what are you looking at?' No response. "MICHAEL!" I yelled and he suddenly had a frightened look on his face but his gaze never left the closet door. I grabbed him by his shoulders and said "Michael snap out of it!" He blinked and looked confused and lost. "Why do you keep scary things in your closet Hay Hay?" he said with a shakey voice. "What do you mean?" I say so scared, I regret asking for fear of what his answer will be. "Please don't open the closet again. They will get out" he whispered as if he didn't want whatever was in the closet to hear...
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