"Spooky, scary, skeletons,"
"Send shivers down your spine,"
"Shrieking skulls will shock your soul,"
"Seal your doom tonight."
Katrina smiles as she looks up at me. Of course, I was too busy to notice.
"Spooky, scary skeletons,"
"Speak with such as screech,"
"You'll shake and shudder in surprise,"
"When you hear these zombies shriek."
"Okay! Katrina! Would you change the song?" I yell over the loud music my sister was playing.
"We're so sorry, skeletons--"
My sister sighs as she stops the music. She rolls her eyes at me with a smile. "Took you long enough to notice." She says, bringing her knees to her chest.
I toss a few papers to the side of me, looking back at the book that sits on the floor in front of my crossed legs. I could only sigh to my sisters' words and fake laugh. "I've noticed from the start, since it's so loud. What, you think I'm deaf?" I finally look towards her form, which is also surrounded by books.
My sister and I have been looking through books in the attic. We were trying to think of something for Halloween, since it's just around the corner. This is actually our first time coming to the attic. Surprisingly, we found these magic book props. We decided to look through them without asking our loving dad. He sits in the living room two stories below us. We sit on the third floor.
"Of course, dear sister. I had to make sure you could listen to music, since that's your most favorite thing to do." She puts her legs back down against the floor as she leans against the wall. Her hand slams down on a book beside her and flips through the pages. "Hey, you think we should ask dad about these.....props?"
I sigh once again, closing the book I was looking in and standing up. My legs pop from the lack of movement. "I don't know. These look real to me." I say, helping Katrina stand up.
"Come on. Magic? You seriously believe in that stuff? These are all fake. I'm just curious on why we have them."
"Maybe from the party last year?" I suggest.
She focuses on one book in particular. "I don't think so. I don't remember seeing these during the Halloween party. Come on, let's go ask dad." She drags me down the narrow steps and into the living room. Although, he wasn't in the room. We look at each other.
"You go look in the kitchen, and I'll look out in the shed." I say, nodding to Katrina.
She nods in agreement and walks towards the kitchen. I headed off to the shed. The shed is a little ways from the house, for a reason we don't know of. The starting line of the woods is at least twenty feet from the house, with a trail that leads to the shed. My dad likes to work on things, like wood, and fix things. So, just around the shed is a nice work area for wood projects.
I followed the trail through the thick woods, looking around in delight. I have always loved the woods, unlike Katrina. She claims to have seen a "Scary Monster" when we were younger. Of course, I didn't believe her. Because, well, I have never had any experience like that in these woods. These woods were my pride and joy. Nature was one of my true passions.
The shed has finally come to sight. And, lucky enough, the door was open. I peeked around a tree to get a better look. I saw a dark figure moving around in the shed. I smiled, knowing that my dad would be in there.
"Dad?" I call out.
The figure didn't seem to hear my call. I repeat it a bit louder. The figure still didn't acknowledge my call. I start to walk closer, but the figure disappears behind the door. I frown. What was that? Is that my dad?
I jog up to the door, looking inside the empty room. Yeah, empty. Now I look around for the figure, or rather, someone. I swear I saw someone in this shed....
Just as I looked back from peeking around the shed, a face came to view right in front of my eyes. I yelped in surprise, taking a few steps back. "Oh my gosh.....Dad!" I slap his shoulder as he laughs at me.
"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it." One of his famous smiles flashes at me.
I clutch my heart, trying to calm it down. My mouth opens to ask him the one question I had in mind until something catches my eyes. "Um.....what are you doing out here? With that?" I point to the axe sitting in his hands.
He looks down at the tool with a flustered look. "Oh, uh, I was cutting some wood. What do you expect I'd do with this?" He laughs. Not the usual laugh, either. An almost fake and convenient laugh.
"Oh, alright. Were you.....what I saw in the shed?"
"Yeah. I just jumped out of the window in there to scare you." He looks at me, confused. "Anyways, is there something you need?"
I casually look at the small window in the shed. The shed is actually pretty big. Like a small cabin, I'd say. But he likes to call it his Shed. For sure, he would be able to fit through the window. I then focus back to my dad. "Right. I forgot. I'll just come back later if I remember." I give him a weary smile as I slowly back up to the trail.
"Okay. Bye sweetie. Make sure you girls eat lunch!" He yells out as I quickly walk back to the house. Just as I escaped the woods, I look towards the pile of wood. The spot where we cut wood, which is just outside our house. I quickly run inside the house, yelling for my sister.
I suddenly bump into someone, a scream escaping my lungs. A hand grips my upper arm and I look up.
"...Uncle John?" I gasp out.
"Yeah, it's me. What's the matter? Did something happen?" He questions me.
I stare at him, just to make sure, and then shake my head. "U-um...where's Katrina?" I quickly ask.
He releases his grip on my arm. "She's...in the living room. Are you sure you're okay?" His eyes are full of concern. That's the real Uncle John. Good to know.
"Yep! See you, Uncle John." I smile and head off to the living room.
Just as I get in the living room space, Katrina jumps up from the couch. "Sarah! What took you so long? I figured you would have come back soon...." She fades off after getting a better look at me. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." She walks over to me. "Also, I asked dad about those books. He just said that we needed to stay out of the attic.....that jerk..." She mumbles.
Now I was really terrified. "You, talked to dad? W-where...?" I ask.
"What do you mean? He was in the kitchen making dinner. Which, I almost forgot, he wanted me to ask you what type of cheese you wanted. We are having hamburgers."
I grab her arm and drag her to our shared room. She complains about watching a show, but I didn't care at the moment. My eyes look around the hallway before the door closes and I turn back to my sister.
"I saw dad out at the shed." I whisper, hoping no one could hear us.
Katrina looked shocked for a moment, but then started to laugh. "Come on, Sarah. Stop joking with me." When I didn't respond, her smile turned into a frown. "Oh... You're serious..."
I nod, moving further away from the door. "Kat....We need to do something."
"Do what, exactly? Call the cops?"
I sigh, slumping my shoulders. "I don't know..."
"Okay, well... what did this guy look like? You said it was dad?" She asks, trying to figure things out. She's the smarter one out of the two of us.
"Yeah. Looked exactly like dad!"
"What else?"
"Um...He said to make sure we eat lunch before I left." I try to think.
"Lunch? But it's around dinner time." She says. "You're right... this is weird. Should we tell dad?"
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Page 2: Tell dad about his twin at the shed.
Page 3: Tell her to not worry about it. You must've gone crazy for not eating lunch.
Page 4: Ask Uncle John to check out the shed just in case.