Bad Intentions

Fourty-Four

Leah

"Mom, November is not even here yet and Halloween is in few days." I told my mother over the phone.

"I know, but you know how much I love decorating for the holidays." She said. I heard the clacking of a keyboard in the background.

"But Thanksgiving decorations?" I questioned as I plopped down on the living room couch. "You literally, just put up Halloween stuff." I glanced over to jack o lantern on the coffee table.

"Yes. I'm not putting them up right now. I just want to be prepared. You'll understand when you have a place of your own." A voice on the other end started to speak to her on the other end. "Did they get blood cultures, start fluids and antibiotics?" I heard her ask the person. "Crap. Leah I have to go, get those decorations. Bye, love you." She said in one breath and then disconnected.

I groaned and dragged myself off the couch. The very comfy and welcoming couch.

I made my way upstairs to the empty spare bedroom that held everything an attic would. But we never use the attic.

You ever have one space in your house that just felt, well, off? Like a weird feeling when you're in it or around it? Well, the attic was that space for both my mom and I. We absolutely hated that space.

No one ever goes there and I swear at one point my mom was going to bolt the door shut because of how much she despised it. Trust me, we scoped out the place more than a few times and found nothing to make sense to us hating it. We just do.

And that's why we use this spare room as our 'attic'.

Opening the door, I was met with boxes towering and decorations for every holiday you can think of all over the room. An organized mess?

Or at least I hoped.

I started to rifle through the boxes trusting my instincts on find these decorations.

No luck after a few boxes.

This place was a mess.

Mom, we need to have talk when you get home.

Like why do we have my old science projects and those creepy dolls I absolutely hate? Do we need those three boxes of glitter glue?

Hands on my hips, I tried to plan my next set of boxes to attack.

"Leah! Are you here?!" I heard someone shout.

It was Nate.

"Upstairs!" I yelled back.

I heard the sound of someone climbing the steps. "Where are y-" Nate stopped and stared in awe. "Wow, so much stuff."

I gave him a pointed look. "You're telling me."

"What are you doing?" He asked looking into one of the boxes and pulling out one of the creepy dolls.

"Put that thing away." I directed him. "I'm looking for Thanksgiving decorations."

"But Halloween isn't even here yet." He stated.