The Home From The 1960's

When a "loving friend" dare apparently fearless friends Sam and Abby to enter an abandoned home from the 1960's things get weird and possibly scary. Will they regret their actions or will they feel pity?


18. What Now?

Abby's POV

This day has been really confusing, I'm guessing it's even worse for Sam since it's her 18th birthday.

We have been here for 2 and a half hours, I'm guessing that Aryana isn't coming back for us anytime soon.

She's either at McDonald's or at the mall eating frozen yogurt, she won't be at school today because it's been over an hour and if she shows up at school without Sam, Megan will freak. 

How would I know? 

Aryana and Megan are such predictable people, especially if you had to go to elementary school and high school with them.

Well I got kicked out of high school for letting my artistic side show, as I like to call it. 

"So, who exactly was that vampire dude? Wasn't his name Ashes or something? Seems like a weird name." I asked Sam, trying to dig up a secret or two.

"Ashton, Ash for short." Sam corrected me.

Always correcting me, she can be really annoying, like really annoying.

"Still a weird name to me." Sam only gave me a disappointed look, clearly in annoyance.

Man it is fun to bother her.

We sat in silence for about ten more seconds before we started making some really bad and really good jokes to offend the boys that live in this house because we are very nice people.

We do offend people often though, in sixth grade, we would tell this boy that he should stop wearing skinny jeans in green because it makes him look even worse and they are still really baggy because he is a total stick.

He still wears them and still is a stick.

 "They have been gone for a while now, do you know why?" I really need to dig up some secrets.

She knows something that I don't, well that happens a lot in French class but still, she looks calm but shaken up at the same time.

"I have no idea why." She lied smoothly.

"Bullshit. Tell me everything you know." I told her.

She always lies, like I said, she is annoying.

"I don't know anything more than you do." Sam said to me, still with a calm tone.

I shook my head in disapproval, trying to make her know that I know that she is still lying.

Sam only sat on the couch across of me and went on her phone.

I hope she's texting Aryana to come and pick us up, we need to get away from those weird boys.

They don't trust us with their secrets so they won't let us leave but if they didn't trust us, then why would they even tell us their secrets?

It makes no sense whatsoever.

Aryana's POV

Two and a half hours later and I have had 18 frozen yogurts, almost every flavor that the fro-yo kiosk has.

I'm probably just going to skip school for the rest of the day, I am not prepared for a lecture from Megan.

I haven't picked up Abby and Sam yet, they have their phones, if they wanted me to pick them up, then they would've called or texted me by now.

I they door is locked from the outside so they won't be able to get out without breaking something or picking a lock. 

They are capable of doing both but I don't think that they have yet.

They must be getting really comfortable there, in an abandoned home from before we were even born.

I'm not getting them from the house.

I've thought it over and they have done so much to me, too much and they are going to pay.

After a while they will get so scared and I will finally become the fearless one in our little trio type of group.

I am a very scared person on the inside, so I like to be tough and such and make people scared of me to hide my fears.

Sam on the inside is just weird, if she's scared, she will show it but she only acts like her weird self in front of certain people.

I think that Abby is just like me, but like way less scared, she seems fearless.

Acting tough has worked for the last 17 years of my life and it will work for the rest of my life. (I am 17 years old btw.)

If their parents get worried and call the police before a week, then I will get them out but if they don't, I will just get them in a week.

I will finally look fearless and they won't.

My plan is genius!

Sam's POV

Ashton, Luke and Calum came down the stairs after about 10 minutes of talking I assume.

"What were they talking about?" and "Why did they take so long?" I kept on asking myself.

I probably won't get the answers so I think that it's better that I don't ask.

"What were you guys talking about? Don't lie because lairs suck and don't you dare say swallow." Wow, Abby must of read my mind.

"Swallow!" Yelled Calum in a joking manner.

"I hate you." Abby said to him while punching his arm, really hard actually.

Calum rubbed his arm as Abby kept on asking them questions but she didn't get one proper answer.

I knew it!

There was no way that they would tell 2 nosy teenage girls what they talked about in private!

If they wanted us to know what they were talking about then they would've had the conversation in front of us and not in private.

"Sam, come here, we need your help and Calum, stay with the other girl. We can't leave her alone or else she might break something." Ashton said to us all but mostly just to Calum and I.

"Why me? She's gonna kill me! Well not kill but hurt me!" Calum protested while whining like a four year old.

"Fine, Luke, you stay with her and don't you dare say no! Be the bigger person." Ashton told Luke.

"Okay, I know that I'm taller but you can stop saying it. I realize I'm a tree." Turns out that both Luke and Calum are immature.

"It's a metaphor. It means be the more mature and responsible person not the taller person." I pointed out.

Luke looked dumbstruck and slowly nodded as if he was processing the information.

"Well come on. Move it!" I said trying to control everyone.

I LOVE being in charge, it's so much fun being a leader!

Ashton and Calum dragged me to the backyard and Abby and Luke sat down on the couches and started talking again.

I actually hate backyards, I don't know why, they're just too weird in my mind.

"So, we need a plan to get Michael to calm down. Then we need a plan to get him out of the basement so we can follow through on the first plan. Then we need a plan to get him to go and see Tom." Calum started while waiting for Ashton to give him a logical plan.

"I don't know what the plans are yet but we should start with the first two because they are somewhat connected to each other." Ashton surprisingly didn't have a logical plan!

Calum started talking again, I was going to remind them that I was still here and I could just calm him down and get him to agree but then Ashton started talking again.

I opened my mouth again but they kept on talking.

That's it.

"I'M STILL HERE YOU KNOW!" I yelled at them.

They immediately stopped talking and looked down at me.

I am pretty tall but not as tall as them, I'm still short compared to them.

They didn't talk just looked at me with a confused look on their faces as if they were thinking.

They were like that for a while so I told them a logical plan that will work because it's not like they even had a plan.

 "Unlike you two, I can calm down Michael. I just need to know why he is mad in the first place. Once that is done, I will go and talk to him. This is the only logical plan you two have right now so I'm offering my assistance because I don't want to become plastic and I'm sure that Ashton doesn't want to either."

They nodded and Calum started telling me why Michael was mad.

"Well, he entered the house, then he started yelling about how Ash brought you to Tom and Abby pissed him off even more and he dug his nails into her skin and stuff. I think he was just mainly worried about you turning to plastic so he will never be able to calm down or his eyes will stay black forever, which is super duper dangerous so if you are a demon and you and Michael are connected and you guys lose each other then you two will go mad and stuff, so ya." Wow.

"So let me go talk to him now. Don't come." I told them before I started walking away.

 I entered the house and tried to remember where the door to the basement was but I couldn't remember.

I tried to think of what first happened when I entered the house.

Abby and I split up ironically because of a noise and I entered the house, I tried to open that weird modern day fridge but I was brought into the basement by Michael.

I closed my eyes and tried to act like I was being dragged to the basement.

I started walking until I hit a wall or door, I opened my eyes and saw that I hit a door.

I hope it's not locked and I hope that it's the door to the basement.

I tried to open the door but it was locked. Damn it!

But I heard a voice.

"I said don't try and get me! Knock again and I'll knock off your head!" It must of been Michael.

"Hey, I'm back and I'm not plastic. Whoo hoo!" I said hoping that he could hear me.

It's apparently hard to forget my voice, it's also very low and perky for a girl I'm told.

I heard footprints and a click, but then another click.

"You can come into the basement if you pick the lock. You could be plastic but Tom is controlling you. It happens more than you think. If Tom was controlling you then you wouldn't be able to control yourself or cleverness." Michael said through the door.

I forgot my bobby pin! I usually have one somewhere in the colored mess that I call hair but I couldn't find one!

Oh ya! I took a shower last night and didn't put in any this morning!



What do you think Sam will do?

Thank you so much for reading, the comments, likes and favorites, it means so much to me!

I'm still debating on whether or not I should make shorter chapters but update more often or make longer chapters but update less often.

I still can't make up my mind but hopefully I choose soon to let you guys know so the updating schedule is a bit more organized!



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