User:WhisperingSunshining

Cutting Squares

The brunette teenager groaned and jabbed Alicia in her shoulders.

"How desperate can you be?" she murmured, "Babysitting at Hunter's Avenue? God, Alicia, I never knew a movie was worth your life!" Alicia's spirit quivered with prickling fear of the house she had once been determined to babysit for.

"But it's my only shot, Belle." Alicia protested, gently pushing her pale fingers into a tight fist that sprung to her side like a loose spring in a slinky. "Father does not tolerate begs for money." Belle rolled her eyes back into her skull and back again.

"Hey, it's your funeral." Belle muttered, irritating Alicia like a hot knife hungrily cutting into her patience.

"Do you really think just because it's old means it's dangerous?" Alicia shot back. "I bet it's just freaky-looking on the outside. Maybe it's a mansion inside!" With those words flung out of her mouth, she hurried back to her home, leaving Belle to shake her head with concern.

Alicia's house was a small building with peach walls and a positive white roof that sloped down and seemed to hang by an invisible string. Light, neon wooden stairs led up to the door, which was a slightly dark white. A freshly cut lawn surrounded the rocking home. Though the tips of the grass were dark with many years of sitting there, a lovely aura of the sun could still lighten them. She galloped up the creaky stairs and swung the door open.

Inside was the kitchen, which had jet black wallpaper scrambling across the room. Golden splashes of paint splattered into the living room, with three medium-sized glass windows built behind the fluffy brown sofas. The ceiling was a deep gray. The floors were divided into black and white squares in the kitchen, while a smooth wooden floor ran along the bottom of the living room. As she entered, a tall blonde female college student greeted her.

"Hello, Alicia." she welcomed Alicia into the tepid home.

"Hi, Colleen." Alicia said. "How is Dean?"

"Oh- he's okay." Suddenly, her face turned a ghastly pale. "You don't mean you're going to Hunter's Avenue just for the movie?" It was true. Alicia needed to see the movie, but she had to have a huge allowance.

"You worry too much." she scolded. "It's all good. All I wanted to ask was if you if you had any suggestions for when I go tonight." Colleen's eyes flattened into mere ovals of unhappiness, her gaze scorching Alicia's skin like hot flames of disapproval. She shrunk back.

"Not really." Colleen finally said. "Just be careful." Alicia nodded.

Alicia was finally at the supposedly haunted house where she had signed up to babysit for. The raven-colored exterior built up into two floors. The roof was ultra black, almost blending into the deep depths of the midnight sky. A loud yowl of laughter rose from the home's windows, making Alicia let out an unhappy groan. These kids would be a lot of trouble. But when she opened the door