I'm uplooooading! :) I honestly don't have this chapter planned out. But...I'll make do. Hopefully you like this one. Ready? Okay! READ! WARNING: This chapter is not for the faint of heart. It's probably the scariest chapter I'll write in this story. So.... beware.
Chapter 12~
"I'm home," I called as I stepped into the house. I kicked off my flats and dropped my backpack.
"In the kitchen!" Mom called back to me. I took the stupid baby by the foot and tossed it onto the couch as I passed it. Mom and Seneva were in the kitchen, painting.
"Why can't I stay home and paint," I grumbled. Mom laughed.
"Because you're old." Seneva smirked up at me, as if to say 'haha'. I frowned.
"Since when is seventeen old?"
"Since I had to start paying for your car insurance," Mom replied casually, going to the sink to wash her paintbrush off. I rolled my eyes.
"You and Dad are the ones that gave me the car for my sixteenth!" I retorted. Mom smiled at me, eyes all-knowing.
"I know, sweetheart. I'm teasing," she said simply, turning off the tap. Seneva gave me this devilish look that freaked me out a bit, so I ignored her. Mom got a glass of water and began drinking. I smirked to myself and winked at Seneva.
"Mom, I have a baby." Cue the epic spitting-of-water.
"WHAT?!" she spluttered, eyes wide in shock. I grinned at her, and leaned my hip against the granite counter.
"Twins, actually. Ms. Witherston assigned us babies for a 'parenting and marriage' unit today. Sucks monkey bal-"
"Ainsley," Mom warned, looking pointedly at the back of Seneva's strawberry blonde head.
"-loons," I finished. Seneva looked up at Mom.
"I want a monkey balloon." Mom patted her head and got a paper towel to mop up the spit-contaminated water off the counter.
"Sometime, honey." she turned back to me. "I think that's a great idea. It'll teach you how to be responsible and what life will be like, and how hard marriage is. I mean, it's not all flowers and chocolates, sweetie. It's two people, living together out of love despite their flaws and differences, trying to make it work. And when kids come into the picture, out of one night of-"
"MOM!" I yelled, covering my ears. She winked at me.
"Just kidding. That stuff's gross. I don't know how your father got me to give in, but I'm happy he did. I've got two, brilliant daughters, and I'm content." Seneva looked up at Mom again.
"Am I brilliant?" she asked innocently. Too innocently, if you ask me.
"Of course sweet pea," she smiled and kissed Seneva's head. Seneva slid her sparkling cobalt eyes in my direction.
"Is Ainey brilliant?" Mom faltered for a second, and I frowned.
"Yes, you both are." Seneva stabbed her paper with her red paintbrush viciously, smirking as she did it. (Author's Note: I laughed so hard when I wrote this line. Ah, Seneva.)
"Am I more brilliant?" she asked sweetly. Mom chuckled.
"I think you both are equal, except in your own unique ways." she responded cleverly. Seneva pouted.
"That's a lie," she muttered quietly so Mom couldn't hear, looking straight at me. I narrowed my eyes at her and she gave me a smug smile. She laid her paintbrush on her paper and hopped off the stool, rushing around the island to hug Mom's legs.
"Mommy, I wanna go to the park." she said sweetly. Mom stroked her hair absentmindedly, gathering the paintbrushes strewed all over the island counter.
"Maybe later, honey. Oh, Ainsley, before I forget, tonight your dad and I have to go to a benefit for his company, and we'll probably be staying the night at a hotel. Do you want to come?" she asked. Seneva shrugged and skipped up to me, holding her hands behind her back and smiling. I gave her a menacing look, but she didn't blink.
"No thanks, Mom. I'll be fine here. Am I babysitting-" Seneva pinched my leg through my jeans. I jumped, startled, and let out a quiet yelp. "Seneva!"
"What was that?"
"Seneva just... nevermind. Is Seneva going with you?" I asked, glaring at Seneva. She widened her eyes innocently.
"Yes, she told me earlier she wanted to. We'll be leaving around five, so that gives you a lot of time alone. And, it's a weekend. Are you staying the night at Rosemary's or something?" she asked, wiping the counter clean of the paint stains. Seneva hugged my legs, and I stiffened. What was her motive?
"Nope, I haven't seen or heard from her since the fire..." I trailed. Mom's shoulders tensed at my mentioning.
"Well, maybe you should call her?" I nodded.
"I will later." I shrugged and covertly tried to peel Seneva away from me, getting uncomfortable at how tightly she was squeezing my knees.
"Okay. Is there anything you want for dinner? Seneva, come clean up your cup." Seneva reluctantly let go of my legs and began skipping back to her stool. I rubbed my knee quickly before she could see me.
"Don't care. As long as it's-"
"WAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAH!" I groaned as Mom jumped.
"The baby?" she guessed.
"Yes..." I groaned again, forcing myself to walk out to the living room. The dumb baby doll was lying on the couch, and I yanked it up.
"Dumb baby, what do you want?"
"WAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAH!" it screeched. My eye twitched and I checked its diaper. Nope. Nada.
"What do you want?!"
"WAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAH! WAAAAAH!"
"UGH!" I yelled out in irritation. I stomped over to my backpack and unzipped it roughly, grabbing the bottle of 'milk' and jamming it into the thing's mouth.
"WAAAAAAA....gurgle gurgle." I sighed in relief. Silence. I changed my mind. I hated babies.
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"Bye Mom!" I waved at her retreating form and Seneva turned around to look at me. I frowned confusedly when she came barreling towards me. She slammed into my legs, and I stepped back a little from the force.
"Ainey," she whimpered. "Be careful." I laughed at her cuteness.
"From what?"
"Just be careful." she said sternly, letting go of my legs. She gave me a look that told me she was serious, and ran back to the car when Mom called her name. I shrugged. Whatever, that was weird.
I watched as they backed out of the driveway, honking at me. Waving one last time, I looked up at the dark gray sky. Lovely. Just lovely. I went back inside, scooping up Toby off the floor and scratching his ears. The remote was resting on the arm of the couch, so I grabbed it and flicked on the TV. I sighed as it automatically turned to the news channel, and was about to change it when I heard something that disturbed me.
"Tonight's forecast will be a booming thunder and lightning storm, so I suggest everyone stay inside..."
I closed my eyes briefly, before switching the channel. I hated storms. Hated, hated, HATED them. They were probably the only thing that scared me so much I wanted to cry. Not that anyone knew that, of course. I looked out the window at the dark gray sky and prayed it would only be a little rain.
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Five hours later... 10:21 p.m.
I yawned lazily and stretched on the couch, turning down the volume of the ending credits of Rosemary's Baby. Horror movies didn't scare me, at all. They were so predictable, so cheesy, you always knew what would happen. By now, I'd even grown immune to jumping at the pop-out scenes. Toby purred softly in my lap, and I pet him gently. He was such a cute furball. The bowl of popcorn was completely empty, save for the hard kernels that nobody liked. I sat up, gently placing Toby on the cushion next to me, and suddenly wondered why the baby hadn't cried in three hours, since I fed it the bottle. Hmm... well, maybe I should go check on it.
I stood up, rolling my shoulders back, and flexing my toes. I was already tired, but the rain that was pounding on the house wasn't helping in answering my prayers. Quietly, I walked over to where the dumb baby doll lay and looked down at it. Maybe it was sleeping...?
Its head suddenly started moving side to side, slowly. I laughed, relieved. Great, now it would cry and I'd have to change its diaper or something. Instead, its head began moving faster and faster, side to side, and my eyes widened in concern. That... wasn't normal. It look liked it was having a seizure!
Out of nowhere, it stopped moving. It stared straight upward as I looked at it, slightly creeped out. But the thing it did next blew me out of my sanity.
"Ainey," it giggled. "Ainey I want to play."
Seneva. Seneva's voice was projecting out of the baby doll. My heart hammered in my chest, and my eyes widened in fear.
"I don't want to play." I whispered, my voice shaking a little bit. I whipped out my phone, and screamed when a roll of angry thunder boomed. The doll thing giggled again, Seneva's giggle.
"Seneva?" I asked, backing away from it. The doll shook its head slowly.
"Nooooope," it giggled. "Not Seneva, dummy." it growled. Lightning flashed and it laughed evilly. My face turned into one of horror, and I scrolled through my contacts as if my life depended on it. Which it probably did.
Ring ring... ring ring... ring ring...
Please, answer... I screamed mentally. The doll thing began spazzing out again, and I put my fist in my mouth. Oh gosh, tell me this was a dream. Tell me this was a horrible dream where I had fallen asleep and let my subconscious take over.
"Hello?" Geek's voice flowed through the phone. Thunder rumbled and I squeaked.
"GEEK!" I screamed, backing up against the wall. "Please, please help. I... the baby! It's talking and it's... oh my gosh it's going to-"
The doll laughed manically and its head whipped back and forth. Suddenly, it chuckled demonically.
"Ainsley, I'm going to kill you."
My breathing was ragged as I practically dry-sobbed into the phone. "Geek, please! PLEASE! It's talking and... and it's not... please, come over!" I begged.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Ainsley, breathe. What's wrong?" he asked curiously.
"THE FREAKING BABY DOLL IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I screamed hysterically, eyeing the doll that was several feet away from me with horrified eyes. There was no way I'd leave the room. Next thing I know, it could be running at me with a weapon like Chucky. Geek laughed.
"Ainsley, are you on something?"
"NO!" I screeched. I took a deep breath. "Geek, get your ass over to my house right now or I swear, I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING HOLY YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT WHEN I DIE BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T HERE!"
"Holy shit Ainsley, are you serious? I'm on my way. Don't go near it." he ordered. I nodded my head, then realized he couldn't see me, and let out a shaky,
"Okay."
"Don't do anything stupid, I'll be right there." he hung up, and a flash of lightning lit up the windows, and I let out a terrified scream. The erratic pounding of my heart filled my ears and I felt bile rise up my throat as I watched the doll. It laughed demonically, completely possessed.
"You think that'll work, Ainsley? He's not coming for you. He has better things to do than save your sorry ass. You're not worth it. You're not worth anyone's time."
"Shut up," I hissed. No way was I going to let it get to me. It was a freaking doll for heaven's sake! It laughed again, louder.
"You know it's true. Deep down, you know I'm right. HAHAHAHA!" it giggled, turning into Seneva's voice again. I cowered away from it, my hands covering my mouth. Tears of fear rolled down my face and I trembled. What the hell was this? Some sort of sick, not funny prank? Who would do this? And why?
"I know where the knives are," it singsonged in that whispery, evil voice. Goosebumps rose up my arms. "and where your mom keeps the razors. I know where the hammer is, and the rope too. Do you want to be strangled? I can do that. Do you want to be carved? I can do that too! Shall I get the hammer, to smash your bones in two? Or shall I start the fire? Ainsley, I'll let you choose and then you can scream while I do it." It laughed again, except this one scared me the most. "I can do it, Ainsley. Tell me which way you want to DIE." It yelled at me.
"STOP IT!" I screamed. I looked around wildly and grabbed a vase of flowers.
"Ah ah ah, don't do it Ainsley. Don't-"
"ARGH!" I threw the vase at it as hard as I could, flinching as it shattered. The doll's head began spazzing again, and I felt my heart almost stop as it hissed.
"Bad move, Ainsley. You naughty girl." It whispered.
"Why the hell are you doing this?!" I screamed. "It was never supposed to get this bad! WHO ARE YOU?! What is it you want from me..." I could feel myself start to lose it, and I couldn't help it. You try being in a room with a demonic doll singing that it's going to end your life. Yeah, not fun.
"Telling would be cheating, Ainsley. And I don't cheat," it said creepily. All of the sudden, lightning and thunder boomed simultaneously, and the lights went out.
Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh.
If my rational mind was in place, it'd be screaming 'Cliche! So cliche! And since it's immobile, besides its head, IT CAN'T HURT YOU! Now get your brain together and figure something out instead of cowering against a wall! Don't wait for that Geek! GET YOUR ASS TOGETHER!' but... I couldn't focus on that part of my mind. It was only me, the doll, and my hysteria.
There was a banging on the door.
"Ainsley, it's me! OPEN THE DOOR! AINSLEY!" Geek yelled. Keeping my eyes on the doll, I carefully skirted around it, making sure there was a big ring of space between us. It giggled psychotically.
"I'll kill him too, if you let him in..." it growled. I ignored it and flung the door open, rushing into Geek's arms with a sob.
"Ainsley what-"
"It's going to kill me!" I wailed, clutching his jacket. He started for a second, before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Hey, it's okay. Calm down. Where is it? And what is it saying exactly?" he asked, rubbing my back absently.
"In the living room. It said... it said it was going to kill you too if I let you in," I whispered. He had the nerve to laugh.
"It's a baby doll. Show me what it says." he said gently.
"Geek, the lights went off. And... and I'm all alone!" I cried. He made reasurring noises and I actually felt comforted.
"Come on, let me see it." he urged. I nodded and wiped my nose with the back of my hand, not caring how disgusting it looked. I was a mess, and he'd just have to deal. I led him in the house, being careful again as I gave it a wide berth of space. I pointed at it, my arm shaking.
"It's right there," I whispered, clutching his sleeve.
"Do you have a flashlight?" he asked softly. I gave him a look.
"Duh. I got out the extra huge flashlight when I heard it was possible there'd be a storm." I hissed. His shoulders shook.
"Okay, okay. Where is it?"
"On the couch." He sighed and had to pry my fingers off of his sleeve so he could go to the couch. He got the flashlight and turned it on, shining it at the baby. Nothing. Complete, utter silence.
"Ainsley, it's not-"
"I am not crazy. That freaking doll was telling me how it wanted to murder me. It was speaking! And it's head was moving!" I shrieked. Geek came back over to me, placing his oddly big hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, biting my quivering lip.
"Take a deep breath," he instructed. I inhaled shakily. "Good. Now, tell me what it said."
"It... it spoke in Seneva's voice," I whispered. He frowned.
"Who's Seneva?"
"My four year old sister." I sobbed, my face falling into my hands. He inhaled sharply.
"Oh.... shit. Seriously? Why isn't it talking?" he asked me.
"I... I don't know."
"Ainsley-"
"Go into another room." I said sternly, gaining my voice back.
"Wha-"
"Just do it!"
"Are you crazy?!"
"Just. Do. It." I ground out. He clenched his jaw.
"Fine. But if you scream-" I nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Trust me. Leave." He sighed and turned off the flashlight, managing his way out of the room and away from me.
The doll remained silent.
"Come on," I taunted. "Tell me how you're going to kill me. Tell me what you said before. SPEAK, DAMMIT!" I yelled at it.
Nothing.
"Ring around the roses, a pocket full of poses, ashes, ashes, we all burn down." it chanted, giggling. My blood froze and a smile quirked my lips. Take that, Geek. I'm not mental.
"I don't like him. He thinks he can kill me. HAHAHAHA NO ONE can kill me." the doll laughed evilly. Geek reappeared in the doorway.
"Holy. Shit." he breathed, shining the flashlight on the doll. Its head spazzed again, side to side.
"Welcome to the party, Peters. HAHAHA you are so very welcomed. How would you like to die, along with Ainsley?" it asked, slowing its head down. That's it. I was sick of this thing.
"Gimme a hammer." I whispered. Geek frowned at me.
"What the hell, Ainsley?"
"Give me. A hammer." I repeated myself, annoyedly. Geek threw his arms in the air.
"Where would a hammer be?!"
"In the basement." I whispered. He gave me this look that said 'oh-hell-no-I-am-not-going-down-there-because-this-is-already-like-a-horror-movie. I sighed.
"Fine, I'LL get it. Sissy," I grumbled, turning to walk to the basement. I wasn't about to admit I was afraid too. Geek grabbed my sleeve.
"Wait," he pleaded desperately. I spun on my heel, hoping he had changed his mind.
"What?"
"Blah, blah, blah. I'm getting impatient. HAHAHA I'm getting so very impatient with you, Ainsley. I think I'll choose the knife, and the rope. Riddle me this: who killed Ainsley in the basement with the knife and the rope? HAHAHA I did! That's who!" it laughed manically and Geek's body froze.
"Okay, so I think it's actually pretty safe to go near it, except the creepy words it says," he murmured quietly enough so the doll couldn't hear. I nodded.
"Rock paper scissors to see who kills it?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine, whatever."
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoo-"
"HAHAHA I know where Seneva is...." it trailed in my little sister's voice. "And your mom too. I know your biggest secrets, darling Ainsley." it giggled murderously. I stomped towards the thing, seeing red. I was not about to let this doll-- a DOLL-- scare the living wits out of me. No, I wasn't that much of a 'fraidy cat.
"Shut. Up." I growled at it, yanking it off the table. It gasped in surprise, and I held it around it's neck, walking straight over to the granite counter in the kitchen.
"I wouldn't do this if I were you, Ainsley," it growled. I laughed, sounding insane even to my own ears.
"Yeah, well you're not me. Besides, I thought you couldn't die?" I smirked triumphantly, my eyes still wild in fear and adrenline as I picked up the doll and raised it above my head, smashing it down on the granite counter. Again, and again, and again, and again. Geek came over and set the flashlight down on the counter so we could see.
"Let me try," he offered. I bashed it repeatedly, feeling this gutwrenching anger each time it smacked the counter. Repressing the urge to just rip its head off like a vicious savage, I thrust the dumb, now-deformed doll at Geek. He held it securely, and began doing the exact same thing I did, only harder. Which was weird considering he was a geek and therefore
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