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6:37 PMChapter 5[part 2]: You're joking... right?
It’s always getting called crazy because you hallucinate, not because of all the stories of the weird house, or seeing a specter or anything. But because I hallucinated and flipped out about it. Of all the things…
We stared at each other for about a minute – I was more angry glaring and she was trying to not burst out laughing at my expression during this stare down – until finally Stephanie cracked and bent over double laughing so hard. I swear she was about to roll off of the sofa, onto the coffee table – knocking over 2 glasses in the process – and continue to roll and laugh on the floor, clutching her stomach and basically crying from how hard she was laughing. I blinked for a minute trying to hold back the laugh that was bubbling up until I saw her almost fall on the coffee table and do just what I imagined and I started laughing.
Of course, this was the moment Jake decided to walk in, with us laughing loudly and in tears, and other miscellaneous items we bought while we were out in the bags on the floor and table. His green eyes widened for a second, until we heard a loud snerkk sneak past his lips before he held a hand up to his mouth. Steph and I looked at one another glanced at each other and started tearing up again. Jake quickly walked out of the room and into the kitchen, and we heard the soda slowly fizz as he opened it. I’m guessing he was trying to calm himself down.
Steph and I smiled at one another. I grabbed the two mostly empty glasses and took them to the kitchen while Steph took the art supplies to her room. I dumped the soda in the kitchen and rinsed out the glasses – I’m not dealing with an ant invasion – and placed them in the side of the sink that we put our rinsed off dirty dishes into. We get too lazy to clean them all the way sometimes, which is why we have a side for this kind of thing.
I noticed Jake giving me a weird look out of the corner of his eye. I imitated his pose – leaning on the counter with my side – and crossed my arms. He took a long sip of his drink and looked at me. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say, so I just stared back at him, shifting slightly. I’m not the best at staring down people unless it’s Steph.
Finally, Jake looked down into his soda as if it held answers for him, chugged down some, then placed the glass on the counter.
“So. I feel like I’m missing something here. Am I?”
I did my best to act nonchalant about it and shrugged. “Not that I know of.”
He threw me a look that clearly said, ‘Are you a dumbass?’ Clearly I’m no good at acting.
“C’mon. You and Steph have been hanging out more recently, and you even did a project – or, you two supposedly did – today! You’ve been acting a bit shifty and disappear for long periods of time on Fridays.” My eyes widened slightly at this. How-?
“How did I know? I do need to leave my room to eat sometimes… among other things… I see you enter the house a long, long time after I remember you leaving. Why?”
“I hate impossible questions…” I muttered under my breath, glancing to the side.
He shook his head. “I don’t understand why you can’t tell me, but fine. You better tell me one day, you annoying brat.” With that he pushed off from the counter and took long strides towards his room. I was about to call after him – what for, I couldn’t exactly say – but he did a sudden U-turn and came back. I gave him a questioning look, until he picked up his partially filled glass and downed it all in a gulp. He rinsed it out and put into the right side of the sink. He threw me a small smirk. “Didn’t need you also made at me for causing ants.” Then he walked off again.
I could only shake my head. I’d tell him… but then he might think I’m going crazy. Like Steph had joked about just a few minutes ago. I leaned back against the counted and let out a sigh. Right when things seem a bit normal again, 1259 Hazel Lane comes back up and strikes yet again. It’s been an interesting experience, and I don’t really regret it – but did it have to be so paranormal? If this ever leaks out to anyone, even people in the house, Steph and I will be sent to a crazy house for sure. Or, at the very least, a psychiatrist.
I sighed at the situation and walked back towards my room. Steph was already curled up with a notebook in the corner, furiously writing away in the small notebook before clucking her tongue and flipping to the next page. I wanted to ask what she was writing, but I was too tired to. Instead, I grabbed a book off the floor – I keep my favorite books close to me instead of up and away where they should be – and started reading. I figured that I’d fall asleep faster this way. A nap sounds like a good thing to do after a day like this.
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