“Livy.” They seem to call out to her, tempting her to come into the kitchen. “Come and play with us.” She was not a little girl nor was she foolish.
Liv knew what was going to happen if she went into the kitchen. No, she will wait until her family came back from the concert. As fast as they started, they stopped. For the first time in an hour since it started again, she was able to breathe.
The silly looking cuckoo clock on the wall read twelve a.m. Liv’s eyes bore into the clock like she expected something horrid to come out of the cuckoo’s nest. Nothing moved. The room was somber and filled with an unbearable silence that even the slightest noise would be booming. Liv glanced around the room, shadows everywhere. On the coffee table, her cup of chocolate cappuccino was gone. The table still had the stain of bleach from the prank the poltergeists decided to pull on the family.
The fear swelled up into her throat, robbing her ability to speak. Abruptly, Laughter filled the sullen room.
“Livy can’t speak. You are a little sneak. You smell like feet. You can’t find what you can’t see.” The strange taunts went on for a while in many voices ranging from a child to a scratchy unisex voice.
They repeated her name. Liv couldn’t cry. They would insult her more if she cried. That’s why they troubled her brother so much, he cried every night. She closed her eyes. Liv knew they would be standing around the room; murky shadows with red eyes. Liv could hardly breathe. She didn’t want to move for fear that they would attack her like they attacked her mother when she tried to leave the house after they slapped her in the face. Liv’s mother still bared the claw mark on her left check. They made the very room darker than normal.
“Please, leave me alone.” Liv whispered as she clenched and unclenched her fists. “We have done nothing to you. To any of you.”
They kept on laughing. Drops of salty water ran down her face. Liv knew she had to do something. She knew she had to get out of the house and into safety wherever that is. She sucked in a whirlwind of air before opening her eyes and bolting toward the open door. Liv held on to the door knob. She couldn’t move. They held onto her feet like a prized mule but only a prized fresh meat. Liv shock her head as the tears uncontrollably fell down her face. Her knuckles turned white as snow as she held onto the door knob like her life depended on it. And it did.
“You’re not going anywhere, Liv. You’re staying with us.” At that, they pulled her back inside the living room. Liv’s mouth was open wide like she was going to scream yet nothing came out. Nothing but air. They kept dragging her across the living room floor, scraping the wood.
“You are dead.” Liv’s body slammed on the concrete floor of the basement. The florescent light that came from the moon, shined through the window in the living room. The hope that Liv ever had of staying alive was shut off by the door as it slammed shut and leaving her to the mercy of the shadows.
Liv’s family came home thirty minutes after the events that took place. Lights illuminated the house as they walked in the front door. Everything in the living room was normal, a first in a long time since they moved into the cursed house. The only thing that worried them was the scratch marks on the floor. They were unaware of the death of their daughter.
“Mommy, Daddy, I’m cold.” Their dead daughter stood in the kitchen archway, looking like someone raise her from the dead. The shock on their faces was succumbed by the shadows.
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Life is full of hard times and good times. Lift your chin up, Ladies and Gentlemen.
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