“Well it’s got a really nice view from the third floor,” I said. Gosh, trying to persuade someone into buying a house is harder than it looks.
“What’s the view of?” Mr Guyver rudely asked.
“Well, Mr Guyver, it’s a view of the beach. That’s why it’s called a beach front house,” I answered.
“Don’t give me that sarcasm,” he moaned.
“Excuse me Mr Guyver, I’m trying to sell a house, not be sarcastic," I protested, “So are you buying it or not?”
“No, not from a bitch like you!” he stood up and walked out the store.
Well he’s not welcome here anymore. And that’s why I hate rich old men; they think they control everything around them. He is very snobby and needs to learn some manners. Form his bold head to his fat beer belly. I hated every part of him.
“Whoa, what was that about Angel?” Christy asked. Her straight black hair danced around her shoulder as she walked up to me.
“Snobby old Mr Guyver again,” I signed.
“Oh gosh, that old bag,” she also sighed.
“Yeah, but let me tell you. He isn’t welcome here no more. He called me a bitch for acting sarcastic when I wasn’t,” I groaned.
“What a stupid old man. But hey I’m going home now, see you later sweetie,” she said grabbing her bag.
“Okay, goodbye,” I waved and flopped back on my desk chair. Work can be so hard sometimes. I only had about 20 minutes left in my shift so hopefully I can just relax.
“Hey Angel,” Matt came round to my desk.
“Oh hey Matt,” I sat up in my chair and smiled at him politely, “How are you?”
“Better now I’m with you,” he flirted.
“That’s very sweet Matt but you know I’m never going to go out with you,” I said.
“I know you’re not. Who would want to?” he sighed.
“Don’t say that. It’s not true. They are plenty of fish in the sea,” I comforted him.
“Doesn’t seem that way,” he sounded upset.
“Hey, don’t worry Matt.” He was very cute in a dorky sort of way; those black glasses that stood in front of his big brown eyes, that cute little smile and those bow ties that he always wore were really adorable. I never said I didn’t like him, but I’m not ready for a boyfriend after breaking with my ex of two years about three weeks ago.
“So it’s your birthday in two days,” he smiled.
“It is. Thank you for remembering,” I smiled.
“That’s okay. I got you a present,” he added.
“Thank you, but you didn’t need to do that,” I acknowledged his kindness.
“It’s fine. I wanted to,” he informed. He’s really very sweet. My birthday isn’t a big deal though because I’m only turning 22 this time.
“Well, it’s time for me to go. See you tomorrow Matt. Goodbye,” I waved and walked out the store where I worked.
As I stepped outside, “Great, it’s raining,” I sighed. My car was all the way at the other side of the car park. Maybe I should wait it off. The clouds were dark and the breeze was making my spine tingle. It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon so I will just have to get wet to get to my car. I got ready and then I ran out into the open rain. It stung my skin as it was so cold against my warm body. It actually really hurt. It felt like sharp needles being stabbed into my skin. It was not a nice sensation. I tripping in a big puddle and broke the heel of my brand new shoes.
“Great!” I sarcastically yelled, “Now that’s what you call sarcasm.” I ignored the heel and ran faster to my car as the rain felt like it was digging further into my tender skin. I unlocked the car and jumped straight in. “Oh gosh!” I panted. I looked at my arm were the rain hit my skin and I saw red marks were the it had literally burned into my skin. “What the hell?” I questioned the rain outside that was falling. I’m having such a bad day. First the cranky old man, now this. I don’t want to say anything more or it could get worse.
I started the car and set of for home the usual way. I got to one of the streets and it was closed off for some reason so I had to go the long way round. I loud sigh escaped my mouth as I turned the car around. I had to go down the street that I hated. It was the only way.
I slowly drove up the dark road and somehow it seemed to get darker, like day had just suddenly turned to midnight. The dim clouds felt low and dense around the car. The car was old and rusty and it was quite hard to drive it up the steep hill that this street laid on. I got to the top and there I saw the big huge dark house that everyone said not to go near when I was a child.
“Whoa! Angel! Angel! Get back here!” my Mother yelled. My Mother told me that I was very adventurous when I younger and one day during Halloween I walked to the steps of that old house. I nearly walked inside until my Mother stopped me and carried my back home. Also, another time when I was about 12 a man went into the house and was reported missing. He never came out.
“You must never go near that house again. You hear me? NEVER!” she always use to tell me.
I tried to speed my car up to drive past the house fast but for some reason the car was slowing down.
“What? Go faster you stupid piece of junk,” I groaned. Then it came to a halt, right in front of the huge scary house. The wood on the house looked like it creaked and the windows looked like they would shatter at any given moment in time. And it seemed as though all the other houses on the street avoided it. The next doors where far away from the boundaries of the house, it felt like it was the only house on the hill.
I tried to restart the car but no luck. I had to get out in the rain, with a broken heel and a burning body from the acidity of the rain to get help, that wasn’t good. I had no mobile because it was in the shop getting fixed.
I opened my car and ran to a house across the street but something felt like it was controlling me and it was stopping me. Instead, I was walking toward the scary, tall, intimidating house. What am I doing? I need to stop, but I can’t. I’m being controlled, by someone…or something.
“Ahh!” I yelled trying to stop. “Someone help me!” I cried and tried to move any part of my body but couldn’t. All I could move was my head.
“HELP!” I yelled. The rain was too heavy and loud. It burnt my skin, but I couldn’t help in anyway because I couldn’t move. The big brown door to the house, or you could call it a mansion, opened wide. I walked up the wooden steps and as I assumed, they were creaky and I vanished into darkness. I heard the loud door slam shut behind me. I didn’t dare make a sound. It was too dark and I was too scared. I was still walking and I still couldn’t stop myself. What was happening? This is not normal, it is paranormal.