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?


28. This Is All So Real!

Sam's POV

Thank God Abby is gone.

She kept on talking and arguing with Michael which made it impossible to sleep.

I still feel like total crap but I feel a bit better. 

Well, sort of.

I snuggled even closer into the pillow and gripped the sheets and comforter.

"Still can't sleep?" Michael asked me.

"It'll be easier now that Abby isn't continuously talking and you're not fighting with her." I mumbled into the pillow.

Damn it was cozy.

"Yeah, sorry about that." He apologized.

"Why aren't you sleeping too? You gathered a bunch of strength and energy really fast." 

I just realized that.

How could Michael recover faster than me?

Even Tom said I was more powerful than him.

"I don't know. I actually feel a bit better but I still feel terrible. I really to sleep." Michael told me but it confuses me.

If he needs to sleep then why doesn't he sleep?

"Then sleep."

"I can't. I'll wait for Ashton to come back because I need him to help me explain everything to Luke and Calum. Abby still can't know. Or anyone as a matter of fact." Michael said.

I stayed in the bed and tried to absorb my situation.

Okay, so I'm a demon.

One of the most powerful demons, like ever.

I'm dead.

I can't tell anyone that I'm dead or that I'm a demon.

I just found out that my old backstabbing lying ex-best friend is a vampire.

Plus, I might not be able to leave this place ever again.

This is not normal.

There are more things that I left out.

I'm a mess.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again.

There was only one thing that I could think about.

I don't think that I'll ever be able to make sense of this whole situation.

Abby's POV

This is going to be fun!
Or it won't.

"Um, well, I, um." Luke stammered.

"Answer me!" Ashton raised his voice while grabbing the collar of Luke's shirt as a threat.

Luke looked over to me and I noticed that Ashton may have been a ghost because Luke looks like he's seen one.

I decided to be a good person and talk to Ashton to at least lower his voice or let go of Luke.

By being sarcastic!

Well sort of.

I'll just be myself.

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it Ashton. You want to be scary and intimidating but doing it in a party isn't a good idea. Plus you don't want anyone here to find out your secret. You're so small compared to Luke so it's obvious that he can do more damage than you can. It's also obvious that you're just insecure so you want appear more powerful and strong than the people scared of you, just so you can feel better about yourself. SO, put the poor kid down and stop yelling."

I may have said too much but I'm trying to make a point.

Ashton dropped Luke and started walking towards me.

I stood there being my confident self.

It was a little weird because they are both taller than me but I'm probably stronger than them.

"Excuse me?" Ashton said lowering his voice, trying to be scary.

"See, you're doing it again. You're trying to be intimidating so I will respect you. The thing is, I don't respect and I won't ever respect unless you stop with this act." I confronted him.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked acting interested.

I actually don't know if he's interested or not.

Let's just go with: he's not interested.

"Many things but there are also many things wrong with you." I snapped.

Ashton rolled his eyes.

"What makes you think that?"

God he's so stupid.

"Mmh, well. No one is perfect, therefore everyone has imperfections. In other words, something wrong with them, but hey, I don't know. That totally has nothing to do with anything!" I sarcastically said to Ashton in a perky voice.

"So why did he throw a party?"

"Well, technically, we threw a party and we did it because parties are fun and there was nothing to do that was interesting except for talking but that really isn't fun most of the time. We weren't responsible for those brownies by the way and we were going to try to find out who brought them but then you came along." I explained trying to show him that I was annoyed.

"Luke, is all that true?"

Luke nodded quickly at Ashton.

"Fair enough, now this party is over." Ashton mumbled.

He walked towards the the front door with Luke and I following.

Once we reached the door, Ashton started yelling again.


Everyone started running out the front door except one person, who was the last person to leave.

It was one of the biggest jerks from my high school.

He also had big bags filled with brownies that smelt like weed.

"Hey hey hey, Malcolm. Don't leave yet, we need to have a talk with you." I said putting my arm in front of the door so he couldn't leave.

"What do you want now Abby? I have to get to hockey practice." He groaned.

"Then why are you here?" I questioned raising my left eyebrow.

"Well, I tried a new weed brownie recipe and I wanted to see if people liked them." Malcolm explained.

"So you're the one that's responsible for the weed brownies, so you're in big trouble." Ashton said to him and Luke, well um.

Luke's still as white as a ghost and hasn't said a word.

Oh well.

"NO! I never said anything about weed brownies! LIAR! I'm not in trouble!" He exclaimed.

"You're so stupid Malcolm. You just told us, like 20 seconds ago that you found a new weed brownie recipe and came here to see if people liked them. You admitted it." I said to the idiot I had to go to school with.

The idiotic jerk looked down to his feet, probably regretting saying anything at all.

"You know what kid? Leave. Leave with your drug infused brownies and never come back again. For if you do come back, you'll regret it." Ashton threatened.

Malcolm ran outside, then to who knows where.

"See Ashton? My plan worked, well it always does." I pointed out to the dude who actually caused a huge scene in the middle of a teenage house party.

"Yeah yeah yeah. I get it, just. Stay out of trouble." Ashton walked into the backyard and did, something, I guess.

Sam's POV

I woke up to the sound of country music blasting in my ears.

How lovely?

I HATE country music! (A/N: True fact about me!)
If I could kill it, I would! (A/N: Also a true fact about me!)

I actually had the weirdest dream.

"What the hell Abby? I'm trying to sleep!" I groaned rubbing my eyes.

"I'm not Abby! Aren't you mean!" A low voice exclaimed.

"Wow Abby. I had the weirdest dream! We went into that weird abandoned home and met a werewolf, demon, ghost and vampire! Plus I met this weird doll dude. I think his name was Tom! It all seemed so real! What happened to your British accent Abby?"

"It seemed real because it was real and I'm really not Abby. That's why I have no British accent. Just open your eyes." The low voice said.

It sounded a lot like someone named Michael from my dream!

I opened my eyes and saw that it was Michael.

I pinched myself.

My 'dream' wasn't a dream at all.

It was reality.

This is reality.

"Wow I feel stupid." I thought out loud.

"I would too. Well, you've been asleep for about 2 hours so I played country music to wake you up. Assuming that you hate country music of course." He told me.

"Oh wow. Thank you." I said sarcastically.

"Well. now that you're up. We're going downstairs. Come on!" Michael said while grabbing my hand and pulling me off of the bed.

As soon as I got up, I fell back onto the bed because I could barely use legs.

"Well, that hasn't changed." I muttered to myself but Michael could hear me.

"I'll piggy back you downstairs then. Hop on my back."

Well this will be awkward.

I did as he said and he walked downstairs, with me on his back.

We didn't talk, which made it even more awkward.

I attempted to talk but being the awkward person I am, I made the situation even more awkward.

"Great job Samantha!" I kept on saying to myself.

Not out loud of course, I did it mentally.

We made it downstairs and Michael dropped me on one of the couches in the living room, then he sat beside me but kept a good 40-60 cm in between us.

It turns out that everyone was in the living room, looking at me and Abby as soon as she sat beside me since I was in the middle of the couch.

Ashton, Luke and Calum were on a couch opposite of us so Michael moved to sit with the other boys.

They all stared down Abby and I, while Abby and I stared them down too.

It was quite awkward, meaning there was an awkward silence and the staring thing really didn't help.

"Well girls. The day is almost over. We need to talk about a few things. Nothing bad, well sort of but it isn't too bad." Ashton broke the silence.

It was a relief at first but then as he started talking, it wasn't a relief at all.

Hello there!
I have decided to call all of my supporters 'Earthlings' or 'Aliens', it may seem weird but well, I don't know how to support this choice.

There will be a contest being held to choose!
Made by me of course.

So, in order to enter, you need to become a fan of me, Sam3180.

I will randomly pick someone and they will be a character in the sequel of this Movella and they get to choose 'Earthling' or 'Alien!'

The contest starts as soon as this chapter is posted, which is Canada Day, aka July 1st.

The contest will end on July 22nd.

You will have 21 full days to enter!

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