Chapter 1: My obsession
I walked down the silent streets in the crisp, fall air. I had to take a brake from the loud bickering of my two sisters. It was quiet, except for the faint sound of cars in the distance and an occasional wind. I felt a sudden impulse to stop in front of a particular house. My feet lead me to that house in what felt like a short time but was probaly quite a while. As I walked past the house, my legs froze and my feet were planted on the blacktop. I could not move whatsoever, my heart began to pound deeply as I looked up to the house. I have seen it before, I don’t know where, but it was quite familiar. I stood frozen on the street and heard a whisper. It sounded as if someone were behind me, a young woman. I quickly turned my waist around and nobody was there. I turned back around and thought about what I heard. After some quick discussion with myself, I figured what was said into my ear: “stay away”. It then struck me like a lightning bolt, strong and firm, sparky and wild, hard and painful. I broke out of my trance and ran away. I don’t know exactly where I was running to, but I know what I was running from. I heard distant screams and pleas for help. I continued running, for I saw nothing, but that house. I immediately stopped and thought “Why am I running? From a house?” I broke out into a gallop into the other direction, I had mixed feelings about that house. I was drawn to it for some odd reason, perhaps the danger or mystery. But at the same time, I felt scared and afraid. I was nearing the house when I heard that voice again. I stopped in my tracks and backed up. I was getting confused. I didn’t know how to feel. All of a sudden, my cell phone rang.
“hello?” I said
“Delia? Delia? Where are you?” my mother said in a frantic tone
“I’m walking down the block, is everything alright?”
“just come home, now” *click* she hung up.
I had no idea of why I had that phone call, but I figured it must be important. I ran down past the house towards my house. I wanted to get there as fast as I could, I really wanted to know what had happened.
I arrived to my home and my sister Rachel greeted me and said “moms worried” I walked into her room and saw her clutching this stone saying some weird prayer. “mom! What are you doing?” My mother is into this magical witchcraft stuff. She believes that spirits are around us and that almost all the legends are true about werewolves and other childhood stories. I, on the other hand, don’t believe any of it.
“ooh va tay, moor lay may”
“mom! What did you want?”
“Where were you!?”
“Walking down the–”
“the vacant house on Row Mill Lane.”
“ohh! Sweeheart! Never, EVER go near there AGAIN! You hear me?”
“Ye–ss no, I can’t”
“WHAT!? No, no, no! I said to never go there again! So many evil spirits are creeping up behind you…and I heard a…”
“the screech of a banshee”
“…” My face was shocked…I heard her too
“she said for you to stay away and then screamed…you know, she must’ve liked you or something because that scream meant…you were…….gunna……*gulp*….die”
“*sigh* ok, well, imma, imma go into ma room.”
“okay sweetheart, love–” *SLAM*
I shut my door, quite loudly to frighten her. I don’t believe this mumbo jumbo. I was actually caught in between because I heard her too, she warned me though, they don’t do that–EVER my mother has told me, now she’s bending the rules for her daughter.
“EH! Give it back!”
“nuh-uh! Ma said it was for ME”
I heard my sisters Sariah and Selene in the distance fighting over some stupid thing. They are 10 but act 2.
“When dih’ she say that? Sariah said
“I assed her 10 minits go” said Selene
“I bet not”
“I bet so!”
“raise it te’ fifty”
I heard mumbling but it soon faded. I kept trying to banish that house from my mind but every minute I spent trying to clear my mind, I would think about that house. This is not normal but a sick obsession, my obsession.