Just as you begin to get comfortable with the idea your parents dumped you and only took your sister ( I didn't want to go anyway! Why should I care?! I'll just have fun on my own! They'll see! ) you hear a clunker pull up into the driveway and someone unlock the front door. You're tempted to bolt for the door but your pride gets the better of you, so you stand there and scowl at it despite the thought in your head: maybe they came back for you!
"Hey kiddo! Wanna help me with my luggage?" a carefree voice calls out to you. It's your Aunt Karrie. Actually, her name was Karen, but she hated being called that. And what did she mean about luggage? "It's just you and me for the next two weeks, kid!" Karrie says with a grin, brushing back loose strands of her midnight black hair.
"Whaddaya mean, two weeks? Why are you here?" you sulkily ask, refusing to admit to yourself how disappointed you were that the person in the doorway wasn't one of your parents. Karrie gives you a lighthearted look.
"Of course it's because I'm here to look after you while your parents are away! Now let's stop gabbing and get my stuff squared away, I'm starving!" Karrie urges you out the door. You help her drag in a few heavy trunks that look like they came out of the 1800's. Weird luggage. Then again, Aunt Karrie was always the slightly weird one.
Your dad never really talked about her much. You didn't think it was because they didn't get along, it was just...she was different. When you met her, you got that feel from her. There was something...odd about her, even though she seemed normal enough at first glance.
"Time for pizza!" Karrie exhaled, flopping on the couch. As you enjoyed the delivered gooey-ness, you thought to yourself that maybe having weird Aunt Karrie hanging out wouldn't be THAT bad. At least she bought you pizza, and let you stay up a little late watching movies. She finally chases you to bed near midnight, and you drag your yawning self onto your pillow.
Suddenly, you sit up in bed. You're not sure how much time has passed, or how long you slept, but you had woken with a start. It's still dark out. You had heard something, but you weren't sure what it was. Sliding out of bed, you tiptoe to the door of your room and listen. There it is again, but it's muffled. Carefully opening the door, you look right, then left. Nothing.
Slipping into the hallway, you try to make out the walls in the darkness. There's no sound from the right, which is where the bathroom door lies open. You slowly creep left down the hallway, and pause before the guest room. The sound is definitely coming from in there. What the heck could Aunt Karrie be doing? It almost sounded like...