"Hi brother!" My eyes drop on my sister. With that same disturbing smile. She knew I was going to get mad if she came here, she did this on purpose and tried to get our parents to come too so it could look like they made her come! I knew my sister too well, but I wasn't going to kill her just yet. I wanted to see if she was still a copycat. "Hello Ashlyn.." I reply back as I close the door behind her. My mom pulls out some flowers in a vase and water and hands them too me. "I know you don't like flowers but I couldn't help myself!" She says. "Thanks mom.." I sit the flowers on the island table. I turn around and my sister is in my face, as usual, "what, ashlyn?" I say annoyed. "I really, really, REALLY, like this house, brother." she was creeping me out..
"Thank you, sister… now..could you…back up?" I say pushing my sister back. "Yes, of course! Brother." She says taking some more steps back. She was seriously freaking me out… she was still smiling ear to ear as she looked deep into my eyes. our parents were in my room looking at everything so me and my sister were in the living room by ourselves. I didn't like how deep she was staring into my eyes so I broke up the silence, by walking away. i walked into the room my parents were in but I had a unsettling feeling…a feeling that… someone was watching me or, following me.. I had never had this feeling before… or so I thought… I turned around and there she was. My sister, Ashlyn, just…looking at me with that same eerie smile.. she was just watching me walk away from across the room, I didn't like it. I went around the corner as fast as I could and I instantly felt relieved once I saw my parents. wow, 26 almost 27, and scared of my little sister who's 25. I walked over to my parents who were looking around at everything. My dad was in the closet, my mom was in the bedroom. i walked to my dad, who was messing with clothes. "Hey dad." I say to i him, trying to make decent conversation because we never had any of that as a child. "Hey Mike!" my dad says. Again with the Mike? I. DONT. LIKE. MIKE.
But then I thought, hey..I'm a grownup now! I can say whatever I want, whenever I want. So at that exact moment, I did.
"Dad, dont call me Mike. I hate it. Call me micheal or you can get out of my house."
My dad turned around and looked at me. He placed a book he had in his hand back on the shelf it belonged on. "Boy…this might be your house, and you might be a grown man now, but I'm still your dad and you are going to RESPECT me." He pushed me with his hand in a playfully way. He was pissing me off. I looked At my hand, it. Was. Shaking. Not a, scared type of shake. An angry type of shake, like you're getting ready to throw something! And right now, I was getting ready to throw my dad. I reached out my hand and was about to grab his wrist when my mom touched my shoulder. "Micheal!! Me and your s̸i̸s̸t̸e̸r̸ love what you've done with the place!" She says. "Thank you, mom." I say. I then feel another hand on my shoulder, and this wasn't my dads…it was.. my EVIL sisters. I turned to look at her. And I shoved her hand off of my shoulder and rolled my eyes. She looked, hurt. Her wide eyes were twitching back and forth while she stared at me. "Well, I believe we've seen everything! It's time for us to leave now, micheal." My mom said. About time! I moved out so I can have peace, and they just seemed to follow me.
"Okay mom, bye, see you all later." I said while pushing them out the door. When they finally stepped out the door, they turned around. And my dad and sisters face SCARED THE SOUL OUT OF ME. My sister had that eerie expression on her face again and my dad..he looked….angry…I also noticed that when I'm angry I have that same face expression, and when I'm angry, my hand shakes. I look down at my dads hand and oh was I right. His hand was twitching back and forth, just like my sisters eyes. No wonder I didn't like them both. They were up to something. Something bad…I waved fast and shut the door hard and locked it. I waited until I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore to walk away. But I still couldn't get my dads hand shaking, JUST LIKE MINE. I looked down and my hand was shaking, not a, angry type of shake..a…scared type of shake….