Memoirs Of A Few Misguided Teenagers

Twenty Four~Roman

I woke up, showered and picked out something to wear. A black and white striped tee and jeans and converses. I like to look nice somedays even when I have no place to go. I hopped step by step down stairs. I bolted into the kitchen, and ate dry cereal. They had s tv, it was the news. Better than nothing. Some teenagers had been killed and dumped in the woods. Tomatoes are a fruit. Betty White is actually older than sliced bread, like literally. Nice things to know. I locked all the doors, I believe killers are real and nobody is safe. I got this irk to see Brice. I skipped up to his room.

He wasn't even in the chair! He was in his bed! I didn't touch that creepy doll. No sir! I locked him in there. Nope, this ain't happening. I ran to my room and the phone rang as I stepped in. It was my dad.

"You didn't tell me I was sitting for a doll!" My father took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't find out till you left and I couldn't reach you." I held the phone to my chest. I was looking for my sense and holding my temper. "Okay okay. Have you ever met these people?" "One or twice a long long time ago. Before I met your mom." A question raced in my mind and it was all I could think. "How did they reach you to ask for a sitter?" There was a long pause. "Your great aunt reached out for help, I told them you could do it because.......your a good kid and I thought you could rub off on what I thought was a kid." We talked a little longer. I didn't feel comfortable.

Ya know that feeling where you don't feel alone? Like your being watched? That was all I could feel. Not completely safe. What I'd give to be back home. A knock came from downstairs and my heart skipped a few beats. The knocking pierced the silence. I ran the the front door and opened it. There stood a boy. A few years older than me, tall, Elvis (young) style hair and slim. "I'm Roman", he said. "I'm Sarah Jane, you can call me SJ", I said holding out my hand. We shook hands and I let him inside. He carried 3 boxes. He marched into the kitchen like he's been here before. "I deliver food to the Davis's sometimes. I bring M'lady some food for the next week." I smiled. "Soooo.....what's the story with these people? Like a doll for a son?", I asked. He winced like he didn't want me to know. "How bout I tell you over Chinese food?", he asked. "Hmm. Go get food with a boy who looks like Elvis and talk to to human in person...OR....stay here alone with a creepy doll. I'll take Mr. Elvis look alike!"

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We ate and he drove me back to the house, but he stalled answering my question. We got out of the car. "Follow me.", he said. And I did. "This is the family grave yard.", he said opening the graveyard gate. Ironically, it got foggy outside. "this is where it all started", he began, "Brice was a real person. He died in a fire years ago. But before that, He was a weird kid. He played with this little girl, and one day she turned up dead in the swamp in the woods. After the fire the parents got that doll." It's a big mystery." Oh that's just great! "So angel face.." "My boyfriend calls me that.", I said cutting him off. "So SJ, how'd you end up here?" I sighed. "My dad roped me into it. It's a long story."

"So, you think the house is haunted?", he whispered. "Something isn't right.", I said, "I'd better get back, I got to call Corey." He sprinted off to his car. "See ya soon SJ!" "Bye Roman!"

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"He was pretty nice. But, he knows something about this place that he isn't telling me.", I said. "I miss your face!", Corey whined. I giggled because he's so cute. "I miss you and I hate this place almost as much as I hate Satan!", I said in the same whiney tone. I talked to Corey a little longer and then we parted ways. I got ready for bed and settled in and switched of the lights. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.

After a few minutes I was starting to fall, and a whisper, that wispy sound, went off in my ear. My eyes flashed open and I froze. I bolted up and scanned the room. Nothing. I got up, locked the door, and hurried under my covers. Like that part in The Lost Boys where Sam hides under the covers. I tried to fall asleep. After hours of tossing and turning I got a flash light at read a book about James Dean.

Morning:
I got dressed and got ready for the day. I made some toast and eggs and ate while watching the news. I had a cup of coffee, but God I was tired. Little did I know this day could only get worse...