Scream

All has been quiet for hours. I sat in the darkness until I couldn't take it anymore. The unused door creaked open and I tip-toed outside. I carefully stood up to survey the house I was in and once I was confident that I was safe I walked through the house and looked at pictures.

The funny thing was that most of the picture frames had quotes from either the Bible, Shakespeare, or someone else to be looked up to. I shook my head, Mr. Camilius should have been an English teacher. I had thought that until I saw the notes on his fridge.

I turned on a heel mentally mumbling, "His handwriting is horrible. Kidman would have a heart attack if I wrote like that!"

It was like something from a horror movie! As if Pennywise was leaving notes for my teacher to: "Get milk" and "Don't forget to test the children!" I mused, 'I knew teachers were possessed'.

My musings returned me to reality. I was in STEM, and there's something out there to get me. Kidman and my father are out there but who else? Or much more importantly, what else?

I was startled when the AC kicked on. It got me so bad I had to regain my composure; steadying my breathing with a hand to my chest. I settled into one of the recliners in the dusty living room and rocked back and forth. Looking at all the pictures I noticed a picture frame, face down on the stand next to me. I picked it up and in the picture I saw Mr. Camilius with a black haired woman.

I tried to observe it closer but I tilted the picture in the dim lighting in a way that revealed someone behind me.

"Lily..."

I jumped out of the chair and realized that it was Mr. Camilius.

"Lily? What are you doing here?"

I abruptly stood but as I did there was a knock on the door.

"Lily!" A voice said, "Lily, open the door!"

I knew that voice, Mother?!

I ran to the door as Mr. Camilius groaned,

"Laura?"

I stopped at the door as blood seeped from under it. My skin grew cold and I was frozen in fear. So frozen that air couldn't find way to my lungs as I began to hyperventilate in panic.

"Lily," Mr. Camilius yawned, "don't worry. I think I know her."

I didn't answer as crimson vines slithered through the door's seams and tightened. Mr. Camilius heard the door groan and I didn't hear him mutter my name. The door was torn to toothpicks revealing a blood covered girl, smiling mouth cut hideously, and a broken umbrella in her hand. The vines wrapped around my feet as she said, her voice hoarse and gurgling from her cut mouth and lips,

"Scream."