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A poor dead girl.
Thud.
Ms. Francis had heard something odd coming from upstairs. It was quite strange because it was hardly she ever heard a noise from another part of the house other than the room she was in. As big as the three story mansion was, she shouldn’t have been disturbed in the middle of her daily evening read in the living room. She was always by herself at that time, sitting comfortably in the lazy-boy chair that once was owned and favored by her ex. Thank God the divorce went by smoothly otherwise Ms. Francis wouldn’t know what to do with herself aside from being optimistic and supporting what was left of her family and empty home.
The sound had seemed to come from her daughter’s room, introverted Astrid.
That child, Ms. Francis thought grumpily forcing her book down to her side, digging it into the cushion just as the house cat came pouncing on her a little after hearing the strange bumping noise.
“Hi, Esplorine.” Ms. Francis cooed while stroking the cat, “You’ve been absent for some time now. Come on, you should go visit your mommy. I’m sure she misses you from all that noise she’s making up there.”
She got up, with the cat starting to follow behind. Just at the foot of the steps, she felt a chill looking up into the darkness upstairs. It seemed disturbingly silent and she took in a deep breath. Astrid had seemed to be a bit…distant lately. With a hand slightly trailing along the stair rail, Ms. Francis finally made her way up the stairs.
The further she got, the darker, colder, and scarier it seemed. Of course it was all in her mind. She had walked her house in darkness a million times and never felt like this. She became frustrated at her sudden anxiousness.
“Damn it, why am I like this? Astrid?” She knocked on the fourteen year olds’ door and let herself in. To her surprise she found no one. She wasn’t even at the computer which oddly had a web page up with only four big red letters taking up the screen.
FAIL
“Astrid, where are you?” Feeling a bit worried from out of nowhere, Ms. Francis began searching the room. She looked into Astrid’s bathroom but to no prevail. She looked under the bed, nothing. But she was sure she heard the thud.
The cat meowed and scratched at the walk in closet just on the other side of the room from Ms. Francis.
Scared but anxious, she made her way to the closet. She opened the door and found just what the loud thud was. It was Astrid, dead for sure, even though the poor dumb girl had broke her lynching rope.
Ms. Francis had heard something odd coming from upstairs. It was quite strange because it was hardly she ever heard a noise from another part of the house other than the room she was in. As big as the three story mansion was, she shouldn’t have been disturbed in the middle of her daily evening read in the living room. She was always by herself at that time, sitting comfortably in the lazy-boy chair that once was owned and favored by her ex. Thank God the divorce went by smoothly otherwise Ms. Francis wouldn’t know what to do with herself aside from being optimistic and supporting what was left of her family and empty home.
The sound had seemed to come from her daughter’s room, introverted Astrid.
That child, Ms. Francis thought grumpily forcing her book down to her side, digging it into the cushion just as the house cat came pouncing on her a little after hearing the strange bumping noise.
“Hi, Esplorine.” Ms. Francis cooed while stroking the cat, “You’ve been absent for some time now. Come on, you should go visit your mommy. I’m sure she misses you from all that noise she’s making up there.”
She got up, with the cat starting to follow behind. Just at the foot of the steps, she felt a chill looking up into the darkness upstairs. It seemed disturbingly silent and she took in a deep breath. Astrid had seemed to be a bit…distant lately. With a hand slightly trailing along the stair rail, Ms. Francis finally made her way up the stairs.
The further she got, the darker, colder, and scarier it seemed. Of course it was all in her mind. She had walked her house in darkness a million times and never felt like this. She became frustrated at her sudden anxiousness.
“Damn it, why am I like this? Astrid?” She knocked on the fourteen year olds’ door and let herself in. To her surprise she found no one. She wasn’t even at the computer which oddly had a web page up with only four big red letters taking up the screen.
FAIL
“Astrid, where are you?” Feeling a bit worried from out of nowhere, Ms. Francis began searching the room. She looked into Astrid’s bathroom but to no prevail. She looked under the bed, nothing. But she was sure she heard the thud.
The cat meowed and scratched at the walk in closet just on the other side of the room from Ms. Francis.
Scared but anxious, she made her way to the closet. She opened the door and found just what the loud thud was. It was Astrid, dead for sure, even though the poor dumb girl had broke her lynching rope.