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Kaye Chapter 9

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“WHAT!?!?!?!” We said looking at her. We looked out the car window furiously trying to catch a glimpse of Caren’s girl.

“Where?” Randi said, “I don’t see anyone!”

“C’mon! Let’s check it out!” I yelled out.

Deirdre grabbed Randi’s arm, “you swore we wouldn’t go in!”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious why a girl is in your house!?!? Besides yeah I had my fingers crossed.”

“Maybe she’s homeless.” Caren added.

“Only one way to find out!” I said getting out of the car and limping as fast as I could up the front steps. I opened the front door and entered. The others followed with Deirdre bringing up the rear, reluctantly. “C’mon you slow pokes. Caren said she saw her up here.” We walked quietly up the stairs.

Once we approached the second floor hallway we heard a loud thud coming from one of the rooms and then - music.

“You hear that?” I said.

The girls nodded. Deirdre whispered, “it sounds like it’s coming from my room. That’s the same music that was playing earlier.” Deirdre whispered.

“Are you sure?” Randi asked.

“Yes, because I would never listen to something so awful.”

I smiled while we walked towards Deirdre’s room. “I would. It’s Mad Girl by Emilie Autumn.” I turned to the girls and made a shushing sound, “you guys ready?” They shook their heads no. “Really?” I shook my head at them. “We’re going in.” I was about to turn the doorknob when it started to shake violently for a few seconds then we heard the ping of the brass like the lock - unlocking.

“What’s happening?” Deirdre said her voice quivering. The door opened a crack by itself and then swung back violently, stopping just before hitting the wall.

“Oh shit.” I said.

“Should we go in?” Randi asked.

“No.” Deirdre said.

“C’mon.” I said. Huddled together we walked into the room. “Seriously? We look like a bunch of idiots. Spread out.”

Caren looked around. “There’s nobody here.”

The music was still playing making what happened that much creepier.

“What’re the odds that this song would be playing again?” Deirdre added.

Randi walked over and turned off the music. “Okay, let’s see . . .” she put her hands on her hips then walked over to the closet and opened it. “Nobody here.”

I looked under the bed, “no one here either.” I stood up and looked around, “what the hell? Where does a girl hide?”

The door slammed shut.

“I don’t think she’s hiding.” Randi whispered.

We stood in the middle of the room frozen. The lights suddenly turned off. On. Off. On. Then off.

“What’s happening?” Caren asked.

“I want to leave!” Deirdre shouted.

“Me too!!” Caren yelled.

“I agree!” Randi said reaching for the doorknob. “It won’t open! It won’t open!”

The Pink Sneakers Club: Sometime Around Midnight

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