Oddly enough, the evening went well after my attempted murder by the demon boy. Jennifer and I compared notes for our Pre-Cal homework and talked about normal everyday teenage girl stuff. She asked me if I had a crush on anyone, I asked her if she had really kissed Jimmy Stills back in fifth grade. Normal 'transforming into young adults' type of talk.
"How's your neck feeling?" I asked.
Jennifer looked at me as if I had just asked her to drop out of high-school and live on the streets with me. My attempt to judge her recollection regarding her death and the horrifying way she died had come and gone. She did not remember a thing, as if that time in her life did not ever click off her life clock.
She said, "what are you talking about Naomi?"
Considering how the start of my stealthy sneak attack began, my hopes for a full-on successful mission were as low as the dog poop I squished into the ground. Almost certainly, I had tweaked every muscle in my upper body in my fruitless attempt to regain my balance and maintain my secretive movements. All that aside, the fat bald man was still in a coma of sleep that one could only dream of; pure blissful sleep.You must keep in mind, my dear reader, that I was purely taking this stranger for his word or at least for the word he had scribbled on that sheet of paper, TANNELL. Most of the population knew of Mrs. Tannell, her reputation did not precede her. Any whack job with a sharpie could make a sketchy sign trying to lure a child into his windowless van.My life had been a rollercoaster of fear and despair for the last week, so I was willing to risk it all to see if this sleeping slob was able to help or protect me. If things went horribl
Climbing into the windowless white van, my body rested on the front passenger seat with a crunching sound. The seat had been weathered by the sun and coated in random filth from snacks and sugar residue. My feet rested on the floorboard; I think. The floor of the front of the van was a sea of McDonald’s wrappers and Burger King french fry containers. It was almost a certain fact that I would probably have some sort of mold or grease covering my pants and shoes due to the sloppiness of the van.Todd, with his bald head and fat body, attempted to restart the van. This machine was tired and battered, years of mistreatment and abuse created a problem. The van was staging a silent protest with each turn of the key. The engine cried out and refused to fire off. This did not seem to be out of the ordinary as Todd smiled at me and held up a finger indicating that he had it under control.He said, “This old bird has be
Acting as casual as possible, I entered the school with a saddened look on my face. My hope was that admin would lay off of me and let me slide with minimal excuses. The problem was Mr. Kell was running the front desk right now. Mr. Kell had been at the school almost as long as Mrs. Tannell and he was a crotchety old man. Rumor has it, he scolded a young girl for coming in late with a doctor’s note and a cast on both arms after she had been hit by a car. Poor girl went to the doctor, got her arms worked on, and still came to school on the same day. Mr. Kell was ruthless.I slowly crept into the school still working on my plan as I had no doctor’s note and really had not even settled on a story to tell this living dinosaur. Immediately, I could feel his laser beam eyes
With the speed of the Flash, I took off down the sidewalk trying to get home as quickly as possible. The fear of not seeing Todd out front in his van was beginning to overtake my psyche. If he was not there, we had a problem, a life-or-death issue where everyone was at risk, even myself.Saving Jackson, Mom, and Dad still needed to happen but now my strongest ally against the demon boy was missing and it was imperative that she be found and rescued from whatever was causing her absence. Someone as spiritually knowledgeable as her was too big of an asset for me to lose at this point in my life.My house was just around the corner, I would soon know if Todd was waiting for me and watching over my haunted home or if there was going to be trouble, gore filled terrifying trouble. Todd woke up with quite the startle, I suppose my panicked state did not help in the slightest. I tugged on his arm with a franticness that would scare the living daylights out of any unsuspecting person. No surprise to me, Todd was yet again covered in a variety of sugary remnants and slathered in mucus mixed drool. His eyes were glazed over just like the pack of half-eaten donuts in the passenger seat. Once he realized I was not a goblin that was going to rip his heart out while it was still beating, he reverted back to the calm.and collected Todd of old.I said, "I just left school, Mrs. Tannell is not there. We have a substitute. She hasn't missed a day of school in over a decade."Todd leaned back and pulled off theater data from his fancy equipment in the back of the van. After analyzing it for what seemed like anHaunting Naomi Chapter 19
To say my anxiety was through the roof would be an understatement. Here I was just standing on the side of the road watching Todd’s windowless white van getting put on a flatbed tow truck while I waited for my Uber driver. This was certainly not the ideal time or place to be considered that the demon boy, if it was him, tried to kill us in a potentially violent car crash. The demon boy had gone too far, risking strangers lives just to wipe me off the face of the Earth.Todd had called the Uber for me so I had no idea who my Uber driver would be or what the driver would be pulling up in. This was the ideal situation to get kidnapped in, especially considering the fact that my right hand was utterly useless and throbbing in pain. My hand turned from a taco shape to a grotesque blob, still riddled with a black outline and blood highlighting the Latin letters. Wh
I assumed Wayne, my Uber driver, felt he had to escort me into Mrs. Tannell’s terrifying house because I was a minor and he was an adult. Running through his head must have been thoughts of liability and a dead little kid that he had just dropped off at a horrifying black house. There was no way he was going to leave my side now. That kind of made me more comfortable but as soon as the shit hit the fan, he would run, that was absolutely certain.Pushing the door open resulted in the creepiest creaking sound you could imagine. The sound seemed to last for hours until we refocused on the muffled moaning coming from the upstairs. If there was even the slightest shard of light anywhere in the area, we could not see it. Wayne was shuffling his feet, careful not to trip over anything or kick something that he would have to replace. Fat, bald Todd burst through the door much to the dismay of the demon boy. We were finally stacking some numbers against him. Another round of crashing thunder and blinding lightning rang out causing Wayne to yelp like a dog that just had its tail stepped on. If the situation were not so threatening, I would have let off a raucous laugh. Considering the circumstances, laughing would probably result in some sort of magical spell being cast, who knew.Wayne army crawled his way towards the front door towards Todd but was quickly stopped mid-crawl by the demon boy. His hands went from open and working to molding into one solitary hand creating a V-shape out of his arms. His feet were rotated one-hundred and eighty degrees facing the ceiling. He did not cry out in pain or seem to be in any physical discomfort but maybe shock had set in.Latest ChapterHaunting Naomi Chapter 22