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What They Didn't See..Part 3; ch. 2
After what seemed like a life time, dad and I finally got everything out of the moving truck into the gosh darn house. Ya know...I never knew me and dad had so much crap until I had to help him unpack this stuff and place it in the rooms of our new house. Dad had some help by a nice man name Joe Jackson with some of the heavy stuff. Great. Dad's found a new friend...and look at his little girl. Still no friends whatsoever. I'm seventeen...I believe I should have some friends wouldn't you think. Well...um...I DO! "So, uh, where you two originally from?" I could hear Joe ask dad from me being in the living-room. "Me and my daughter are originally from Georgia." Dad told him. "Georgia, huh?" "Yes, sir." I rolled my eyes and continued to read the book I had barrowed from my friend Keelie, but due to my situation about the whole moving before I could give them back to her...this book belongs to me until she comes and visits. After dad and I gets settled a little more. The book is called, "Contact from the other side". Basicually this book is just giving facts from a journal entry of what to do and not to do when your house is haunted or you suppose it is haunted. Trust me...do NOT read this book while in your room with no lamp on, you being home alone and the song "City Lights" is playing. You shall get paranoid to you almost piss your pants. Did it once...never again. I slept in my closet that night. Well, I'm listening to that song on replay with lights on while my father dearest and his friend Joe talk in the kitchen. I don't care much for grown-up talks. Never did. Never will. Ever. Dad said listening to grown-up talks will help me in later years. Later years? Dad...I'm seventeen. I'm just worried about passing 11th grade when school starts back. I had just gotten to one part of the book, it actually interest me because this came from an old entry...like from the 1900s or something like that. It made me think that the person was being accused of being a crazy person or something like that. Anywho...this is what the person wrote in their entry: "How can you not believe me when the facts of her being there are all there? You think me mad and believe I am going insane just thinking everything I see, I hear and what I feel are all in my head brought up by the truama I've been feeling lately due to her death. Why can't you see her? Why doesn't she show herself to you? Why does she make you believe I am going mad? Could she be getting back at me for not looking hard enough when I had the chance to? Can she hold a grudge that long? Why dearest sister? Why do this to me so? Mother...please understand me, please. I see here! Clear as day. And I see her clear in the moonlight aswell. Her long brown hair, pulled into those pig-tails she loved you to place in her hair so much. Those piercing blue eyes that held you in with one simple stare. And the same white dress she wore the day of her vanishing day. Yet...it is stained with blood and mud. Her skin no longer that tan color you and others loved to compliment on...no her skin is but as white as mine. It is alost stained with mud...maybe blood...I do not get a good look upon her face. I just know the souless stare and the hateful glance she gives me when you are near. She causes the cuts upon my body...not I. Please mother...believe me. I see her. I see her. I see her damn you! Don't allow these men to take me away tomorrow...please, I beg of you. I am not crazy! Please...I am telling the truth. I see my sister. I see-" Right when the entry was getting good, I felt someone tapping on my head. I looked above my shoulder, making sure to give my father the death glare for disturbing my reading. Yet...no one was there once I turned around. I removed my earbuds and looked up from the couch into the kitchen to see him and Joe had not moved from their spots. Drinking the coffee dad and just made recently after they got everything packed. Whatever the hell they were talking about must be funny...cause their both in their laughing their heads off. Maybe it's just my nerves or something like that. Though...something is telling me I need to get outta this house for a bit. I walked into the kitchen. "Hey, um, dad?" "Yes?" He asked me, calming down from laughing. "I'm gonna go into town alright? I'll have my phone on and everything, kay?" "Okay babygirl. Just don't go too far." "I won't. I promise." I smiled and was happy enough to run outta the house as fast as I could. God, thank you so much! Walking from my new house to the town...long ass walk that could ever imagine man! I'm not complaining though. Gets me outta the creepy house...and gets me some fresh air. The walk down to the town was actually pretty nice. Got to meet a few new people...though when I told them I was living in the Evan household now...they all gave me strange looks and walked away like they were busy. I know that trick my dears. You aren't busy. Done this little trick before for guys who try too hard to get my number. You ain't busy...just trying to avoid the subject. I guess I should just try and walk back home. While walking home through the woods, I started getting creeped out. And lucky my friend Keelie started texting me. If there ever came a day I loved that girl so much...today would be the day! In the middle of a deep convo with Keelie, I was to the entrance of my house when I saw some guy with light color skin, long-blakc curly hair hiding behind the bushes of my house. What the hell is he doing there? Well...fuck it if Ima let him slide. He might be a burglar or something like that. "Hey!" I called out to him, causing him to get up and run. Like you're going to get away that easy. I chased after him, and what seemed like a good thrity minutes...I tackled him to the ground and pinned him down. He tried his best to break free...yet, when you've grown up with alotta guy cousins...you'll learn you have to stick up for yourself and fight back...or you just get held down and bullied almost your whole life. I chose to stick up for myself and fight them back. And look at where I am right now. I am sitting on top of what seems like a man in his early 30s pinning him to the ground. And having him struggle to get back up from underneath me. "Who are you, and what the fuck are you doing here!?" The duded staid silent, and still tried throwing me off of him. He's just making it worse for him. "Who the fuck are you!" And this dude opened his eyes, and I got lost in them. And the next thing I know...I get thrown off of him and he took off running. I know the hell this fool didn't! "That's right! You better run asshole!" I yelled to him. I took off walking back to my house, not knowing this wouldn't be the only time I'd see him. *Stay tune. Michael comes in the next chapter*
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