WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SCENES OF BLOOD AND GORE AND CUSS WORDS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 10 YEARS OF AGE. OR IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR. FIRST TO READ: GETS THIS SPOT!! Her father finished with Allan, and he removed his gloves. “Never fixed a broken nose at home before, so it was a new experience for all of us.” he threw his gloves in the trash can by the bed. “He’ll be awake in the morning, so try no to disturb him. I’ll take him to the hospital to get him all sewed up in the morning.” Claire nodded. “Okay.” Her mother had already left the room ten minutes ago. Her father stood in the doorway, then turned around. “Which one got him?” he asked. Claire wiped her eyes once more. “Uh, I think Freddy got Jeremy, and some sort of animatronic boy yanked Allan down. And, Bonnie slashed him.” her father nodded. “Balloon Boy.” She blinked away the tears. “Yeah. Can I stay here for the night? To watch over him?” Her father consented, then smirked. “Only one person in the bed, though.” She spun around and flushed. “Dad!” He laughed, then smiled. “Yes. You can stay here.” Claire shook her head. “Why do you have to be so weird?!” He laughed again, then left the room. “Good night, sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” Claire rushed to the door, slammed it, and locked it. “Finally, some sleep!” She jumped back into her chair, and passed out almost immediately. While she slept, Allan twisted and turned, convulsing in the bed. Three hours later. . . Awaken. Allan shot up in a cold sweat, screaming. “Ah!” Claire woke up startled, snapping her head around. “Ah! Who said that?!” Allan quickly jumped out of bed. “What am I doing here?!” He winced in pain, then fell back down to the floor. He realized he couldn’t breathe out of his nose, and he reached up to touch it. “No!” Allan glanced over to Claire. “What? Why?” She stood up, limping her way towards him. “You in the guest room in my house. I through you here-” She’s evil. Allan shook the thought from his head. “So that’s why you’re here.” she finished. Allan stared at her. “I’m sorry?” She sighed and retold it. “Allan sat back down on the bed. He looked down and saw the deep gashes in his sides. He touched the side with the puncture wound. “I guess I should've gotten my Tetanus shot last week.” Claire shot a look at him. “What?!” Allan chuckled and waved her off. “I’m just joking.” he said, laying back down on the bed. “Ah.” Claire sat down on her chair.” Yeah. You have my dad to thank for this.” Allan nodded, scanning the room. “So, why do I have to stay for two weeks?” he asked, noticing a book sitting on a shelf. He stood up and walked towards it. “Manual realignment.” she said “Ah.” Allan picked up the book and read the cover. “The Meaning of Life and Death.” He flipped through the pages, landing on a photo of a rabbit jumping through a field. “Cool.” Allan whispered.
EVIL. Allan ignored the thought. He walked back and forth in the room. Clair watched him. “You still feel sick?” she asked, checking her phone. Allan nodded. “Yep.” Claire stood up and stretched. “We can get my dad to get you some medicine. I’m sure he’s got something for it.” She playfully pushed Allan’s shoulder. DEMON. Allan felt himself being crushed from the inside. He fell to the ground. Claire rushed over. “I’m sorry! I didn’t think I pushed you that hard!” Allan shrugged it off. “You didn’t.” Claire looked confused. “Then why-” Allan stood up. “It’s nothing.” Claire stood up as well. They were face to face. Claire backed up and blushed, moving the hair out of her face. Allan stared at her. “You alright?” She tried not to look at him. “Yeah.” Allan raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Awkward.” he teased. Claire sniffed the air. “Wanna go grab something to eat? I smell pancakes.” she said, trying to change the subject. Allan nodded. “Sure.” Claire unlocked the door, and they rushed down the stairs, their eager stomachs leading the way. But, the book that Allan had picked up, began to shake, until the book opened. It flipped through the pages, until it landed back on the rabbit jumping through the field. . . Allan was the first to enter the kitchen. Claire’s father looked up from the griddle. “I see you're up.” Allan walked over and sat down at the island. “Yep.” Claire jumped over the stair railing. “I’m hungry!” she yelled happily. She laughed and smiled. She walked by Allan, giving him a light tussle on his head. Allan smirked, then glanced over and saw the coffee pot. “Yum. May I get some coffee, Mr. . .” It had just occurred to Allan that he never bothered to learn Claire’s last name. Her father turned around. “White. Mr. White. But, you can call me Bernard. And yes, help yourself.” Allan shook his head. “Thank you.” He walked over to the coffee pot, where Claire now stood. “Sorry about never learning your last name.” he mumbled. She giggled, then handed him a cup. “Don’t worry about it. At least you know it now.” Allan smiled then poured himself the coffee. “Thanks.” He handed the coffee pot back to Claire. “She smiled and took it back. He walked back to his seat. He took a sip of his coffee. Jeremy.
