Part Three of Deadly Mansions - Writers Writing - http://maxpages.com/commentfriends/Part_Three_of_Deadly

Some of them mumbled hello and some were cheerful and came up to introduce themselves.
Mrs. Brown showed us our seats and homeroom was quickly over.
My schedule was SO bad. All my classes were far apart, and my locker was on a floor where I had no classes.
I was trying to figure out where my first class, English, was when two girls came up to me.

"Hi," one of them said. "My name is Stephanie and this Jackie. You are in our homeroom, right?"
I nodded.
"You look kind of lost," Jackie commented. "Need help?"
"Do I ever!" I exclaimed and they giggled.
"Cool," Jackie said. "You have English and History with me."
"Awesome," Stephanie said. "You have gym and Math with me."
"And we have art and lunch all together," I added.
This was great! I never had so many classes with people who were so open to me, and maybe would be my future friends!
Jackie and I headed toward English, while Stephanie departed for Science. I would just love to have Science first thing of the day. (Yeah, right.)
The days went by, and Jackie, Stephanie quickly became friends.
I got used to the school, but I still had trouble getting around. Most of my teachers were okay, but art was the best. Jackie, Stephanie, and I discovered that we all have a good talent in art.
"Can you guys come over on the half a day?" Jackie asked us one day.
"Maybe," I said.
"Probably," Stephanie said. "But I have to go to Alabama the next day so I can't sleep over or anything."
Then we returned to the pictures we were drawing.
I was excited all day about Jackie's invite to her house. I never went there before, but Jackie has a lot of cool stories about it. Since I had been in many different mansions, that were weird, I'd been very interested in the house next door to hers. She told me all about it, almost a week ago.
"Last night I was playing catch with my younger sister and our ball went over the fence," she said. "I hate when that happens!"
"Why?" I had asked, puzzled.
"Well," Jackie had said, "cats are all over there! But the cats have like one eye missing and one leg missing or something strange."
"What happened to the people that lived there?" I asked, getting excited.
"The lady's husband died," she said. "But the lady lives at a convalescent house now. My dad wanted to buy the house to make it a basketball court for us, but the lady won't sell it because she thinks that she's going back there, but she's not."
I looked at her. "You had a horror house all this time and never explored it?"
Jackie sighed. "That's totally against the law and besides, it's too creepy!"
I eventually forgot about it. When I got home after school, I tried to think of a way to convince my mom to go to Jackie's house. Christine was grounded, so maybe she would think that I should be grounded too for no reason.
"Hey, mom," I said, while she was driving us to a fast food restaurant, "can I go over Jackie's house on the half a day?"
"Well," my mom said, "I really don't know. We're going swimming at six on Friday to my cousin's house, remember? So I don't want you to be late, especially since I can't go pick you up if I wanted to cause I don't know where Jackie lives."
The reason Christine was grounded was because she came home at 11:00 at a school night. The half a day wasn't even a school night!
I sighed. It would be better to continue at home.
When I had finished my homework and mom was just reading a magazine, I decided that now would be a good time.
"Mom," I said, "may I go over Jackie's house or not?"
She flipped a page. "I don't know yet. Most of the time it's the kids who ask friends over when their parents didn't agree."
I frowned. "Jackie's mom defiantly said yes or else she wouldn't have asked."
"How can you prove that?" my mom asked.
"Um," I said, "I'll call her right now."
My mom raised her eyebrows but didn't say a word.
I took the cordless phone and pressed intercom and went to my room. This way, I could pretend to be Jackie's mom and my mom could hear her.
"Hello," I said. "This is Samantha, Jackie's friend from school. You did say Stephanie and I could come over on the half a day, right?"
I cleared my throat and changed to a "mom's voice" as best as I could.
"Why yes, of course!" I said, in the voice.
"Okay, thanks," I said, in my normal voice. "Bye!"
Then I hung up and ran into my mom's room. She was laughing hysterically!
"Okay, okay," she said, between laughs. "You can go to Jackie's house, but don't be late home."
I was so excited that I called Jackie right away.
"Cool," she said, as soon as I told her. "I'll ask my mom if we could walk to the plaza near my house. If we don't do that, then we'll be totally bored!"
The half a day came quick, and soon Jackie's mom picked us up.
"Hey ma," Jackie said, "can we walk to the plaza near our house? Please?"
Her mom shook her head. "You have to watch Suzie, remember?"
Jackie looked at us, helplessly. "But ma, it's really boring if we don't go somewhere!"
"Look, Jackie, we already talked about this," her mom said, getting annoyed. "Now there's sandwiches on the counter and if Suzie gives you any trouble then call dad and he'll come and get her."
Jackie reluctantly opened the door and led us inside. Her house was a normal one, like any other.
"Let's go change in my room upstairs," Jackie said.
It was gym day and we hadn't changed.
We were heading up the stairs but Suzie just kept following us.
"Suzie," Jackie said, "we're going to change! Go downstairs and watch television."
But she just kept following us. Finally we were up in Jackie's room, which she shared with Suzie and her older sister, Lindzie.
"Suzie, get out!" Jackie shouted, getting mad.
"No," Suzie said. "It's my room too."
"Then I'm gonna go call dad," Jackie said, going to get the phone.
Suzie didn't move an inch. She took some flashlight on the table and aimed it at Stephanie and me.
"Don't you dare!" Stephanie and I said together.
Suzie giggled and pretended to throw it at us. She wasn't holding on tight and it flew threw the air and hit me in the eye!
It hurt so much that I just crumpled down on the floor.
I could hear Stephanie taking a marker out from a drawer. "I'll draw on your bed sheets if you don't put that pushpin down!"
I moaned. This kid couldn't be stopped.
I looked up since the pain was going away. Jackie had just came in from calling her dad.
"I told dad everything and he's coming to get you," she said.
"Nooooo!" Suzie wailed.
Stephanie went to Jackie's parents' room to change, while I changed in the bathroom, and Jackie in her brother's room while Suzie kept on crying and screaming.
We all met downstairs to hear Suzie had stopped and was playing with dolls, but still crying.
Jackie turned on the television. "Orange soda and deli sandwiches are on the menu today," she said, giggling.
Stephanie and I laughed. Then I heard the door open. It was their dad. He had to carry Suzie out, kicking and screaming.
I sat on the big pink inflatable chair while Suzie and Jackie sat on the floor. It was like a little picnic, with napkins and drinks on the floor.
"Oops," Jackie said, spilling her drink by accident.
I giggled. "Oops!" I said, purposely spilling mine.
Stephanie laughed and spilled hers but could barely manage to say oops. Soon we were all laughing but eventually stopped long enough to clean it up.
It was a usual afternoon, watching TV and joking around. Around 3:00, Lindzie came home from school and shooed us outside to play tennis.
We played for awhile, but our fun stopped when Stephanie hit the ball over the fence.
"You hafta go get it," Jackie said.
"Why me?" Stephanie grumbled.
"Because you're the only one with shoes on," I answered.
She sighed and entered the yard. "Where is it?" she called.
"Oh, right there," Jackie said. "Hurry up."
I was kind of surprised not to see any weird looking cats, but I figured that they were up in the trees or hiding someplace.
We played a few more minutes when I hit the ball over the fence.
Stephanie didn't say anything and just went over to look for it. I felt bad for letting her get it, especially now she was having trouble finding it.
"I'll go get my shoes on," I said, heading back to the house.
"Good," Stephanie said.
I grabbed my shoes and ran back outside. Jackie was telling Stephanie where to look. The yard wasn't big at all, so I figured it would be quick to find it like last time.
I was scared that a cat might jump on me but there was none around.
"Let's just forget about," Stephanie said, after we'd been searching for about ten minutes.
"Wait," Jackie said, "there it is!"
I picked it up and tossed it to Jackie.
"I dare you to look in one of those windows!" Jackie said to me, leading us down her driveway to the front of her house.
"Okay," I said. I never missed a chance of a lifetime! Who knows what I'd see?
I ran over to the window and peered in. The shades were pulled down!
I went back over to them. "I can't see anything!" I said. "The shades are all pulled down."
"Try the door," Jackie said, jokingly. "Well, let's go to the front of my house and"-
"Wait," I said.
By then we were next to the old house. I made my way to the front.
"Sam!" Stephanie and Jackie hissed and shouted. "Don't do anything! Come back!"
But I didn't budge. I was afraid the creaky stairs wouldn't hold me, but they did. I looked around the porch. There was a black top hat, a bag of leaves, and a rake.
I opened the screen door and looked inside. There was a guy going up the steps! Then something came over me. It was so weird, like a spirit went into something or me and was controlling my body.
For a second or two, I wasn't myself. I wasn't doing anything. But my body was looking around, and then I ripped myself away from it and ran back to Jackie's front steps where they were waiting.
"What happened?" Stephanie asked. "You like looked around weirdly or something."
"What did you see?" Jackie asked.
"Th-there was a guy that was going up the stairs," I managed to say.
They gasped. "Did he look like Abraham Lincoln?" Jackie asked, quietly.
"I don't know," I answered, puzzled. "He was going up the stairs so his back was towards me."
"Well the lady's son looks exactly like Abraham Lincoln that's why I asked," Jackie said, reassuring me that she wasn't crazy.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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