SAFE HOUSE - CPxR - Chp 5 - A couple of problems

One week until parents are home

Once again, you worked on your homework.

Once again, Slender was trying to explain the physics equations to you.

Once again, BEN stole your textbook.

Sighing, you held your hand out for the book. BEN shook his head and scooted further from you.

You took the squirt bottle from the center of the table and pointed it at him. Inside was water and some pepper.

The pepper was for Jeff, as when sprayed in his eyes, well, he can't blink it out. You only sprayed him once and now he doesn't piss you off, as long as the spray bottle is near. BEN, on the other hand, doesn't learn.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me, Link."

He threw his arms in the air, exasperated with that stupid nickname because of his looks.

"Why do you insist on calling me that? He's such a wimp. It's called Legend of Zelda for a reason!" He ranted.

Taking the moment of his distraction as an invitation, you stood up quickly and snatched your book back.

"Thank you." You sat back down and listened to Slender's explanation as BEN stormed off to play a video game. He stole the remote from Jeff who started yelling at his friend. You ignored that and continued your work, which was due tomorrow.

~~~

In physics class the next day, you shuffled your papers around and stapled them together, ready to be handed in. Your teacher walked up and down the aisles of desks and students, collecting the homework.

Drumming your pencil on the desk, you waited as the teacher slowly walked back to the board and wrote down some pages to read and questions to do. The entire class groaned, you included, at more work.

As the class read through the section, and the teacher marked the work, the only sound was the scratching of pens and pages being turned.

A light knocking sound, knuckles on glass, echoed through the rather quiet room.

Students looked up and around, but there was no one at the door, or the window. Besides, the glass was on the second story, who could get up on the roof?

A round of shrugs passed around the room as every settled back down to work again.

Soon after, the knocking happened again, a little louder. A couple people grumbled about how whoever was doing it wasn’t funny and simply annoying. You kept watch on the windows out of the corner of your eye, a growing unease in the pit of your stomach.

Sure enough, a hand covered in a black glove popped up from under the window, a scalpel gripped in it. It rapped once, twice, thrice on the window. Even though some strands of your (h/c) hair blocked parts of your view, there was no mistaking that it was Jack at the window, trying to get your attention.

Sighing, you waited a few moments than closed your text book and slipped it in your bag.

You cleared your throat, gaining the teacher’s attention. “Miss, I have to go now. I have to, ah, feed my neighbor’s dog while they’re away. He’ll probably want out too.”

She looked at the clock on the wall; 20 minutes until the bell.

“Fine, go. Just don’t let the vice-principal see you.”

You nodded and slung your bag onto your shoulder, running out of the class and down the stairs.

Flying out the door, you slowed down as you ran through the parking lot, crossing over the street. You only lived a block away from the school, so it was a quick job there. As you started onto your house’s driveway, Jack jumped down from the tree in the front yard.

“(f/n), I just want to say that what you’re about to see isn’t really the best thing on the planet…”

“You and your friends have moved into my house. What can possibly be worse than you people tracking blood everywhere?”

“In our defense, it is Smile this time.”

In the backyard, under a very large bush, lay Smile.Dog, surrounded by the carcasses of neighborhood pets. You sighed, dropping you bag on the ground next to you and sitting down on your knees if front of the canine. Jeff was already there, trying to coax Smile out.

The dog growled at the two of you, pulling his bounty in protectively with his paws.

“Dude, how are we gonna get him out of there and get rid of the dead animals?” BEN asked, sitting down next to you.

“I honestly don’t know. But now I do know why there’s been no birds in my yard lately.” You glanced at the full bird feeder that sat on top of the fence between your yard and the neighbors. Usually, it’s empty in a matter of a couple days. It’s been full for almost a week.

Suddenly, BEN perked up. “Mora’s waffles! Jack, are there any left? Like, your waffles with the kidneys in ‘em?!” He jumped up, zipping over to the cannibal who nodded.

“Yeah one or two in the fridge. Why?”

He never got an answer; BEN sprinted into the house.

“Do I want to know what else you’ve been keeping in my fridge?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

He held his hands up defensively. “Hey, it’s clearly labelled and in plastic containers. Chill.”

“Fine.”

BEN came running back out, and almost tripped over his own feet.

“I got one!” He yelled, waving a waffle in the air.

He crouched down next to Smile’s hiding place waving the waffle around.

“Here, Smile…. Good Smile…. Here boy.” He cooed softly. Smile’s nose poked out and BEN drew the waffle a little further away, the nose following with a face, then neck.

Sure enough, he was able to coax Smile.Dog away without too much fuss.

As Smile ate, Jeff scooped him and carried the canine inside as Jack and BEN, with your help, started to bag the dead pets; rabbits, dogs, cats, birds, everything.

Masky and Hoodie sat inside eating the cake you had made the day before, that was meant for your friend.

That night, BEN, Jack and yourself snuck down to the river, near the edge of the forest, and threw the bags in, and watched them being carried off by the swift current into the black abyss of the Mori forest.

The next day, more than two dozen pets from all over your end of the city, were reported missing.

~~~

Three days until parents are home

You ran your fingers through your hair, stressed. The ‘Creepypastas’ currently residing in your home had no inclination to leave, no matter how much you tried to convince them. You could always count on BEN, Jack and Jeff watching TV or playing games and Slender doing whatever it is Slender does. Masky and Hoodie had found the cabinet full of board games and were almost always playing one with Splendorman, Slender’s crazy brother. Morana had commandeered the main floor bathroom, where she spent her time mixing her poisons and writing down formulas. Smile.Dog would greet you at the front door every day, and slept on the foot or your bed.

How, in the name of everything, were you going to explain a large group of mass murders taking over your home and staying there? While they may help clean, but that depends on the mess and who made it, and they do get you groceries (not that you wanted to know how) you were 100% sure your parents would call the cops.

Which would get them, and possibly you, killed. Not calling the cops was the main reason you were still alive. That and Smile wouldn’t let anyone holding a weapon near you.

Suddenly the phone rang, making you jump. Quickly, you muted the TV and when the others started yelling at you, you motioned to the phone. “I need quiet, please! Just for a few minutes, at least.” The nodded and rolled their eyes, leaving as you pressed the small green button to accept the call.

“Hey dad!” You chirped into the receiver. “How goes the trip?”

“Hello (f/n). It’s nearly over, thank god. However, your mother just got an email from her sister; her cousin’s really ill so they’re going to have a sudden family reunion back on the farm, so she’ll be at least another week and a half. I’m also going to be a day late, my flight got rescheduled. How goes the house?” You sighed out of relief. More time to try and get them out of your house and back to their manor.

“Well, it’s intact to say the least…” You muttered. Suddenly, you got an idea. “Dad, what would you do if, say, I told you a bunch of guys we’ve never met suddenly moved in the house and sometimes help out with cleaning and get groceries and stuff? Like, what would you do?”

“I’d bring you to a psychiatrist to find out why you didn’t kick them out or beat them up and probably shoot them.” He deadpanned.

“Um, what if I told you it was a bunch of murders? And the only reason I’m still alive is that I haven’t called the cops and that they’re staying here?”

“(f/n) is there something you’d like to tell me?” Twenty bucks said he narrowed his eyes when he said that and was planning to ground you.

“Um, no. This is just something a friend of mine wanted me to do to see how you’d react. That’s all.”

“I doubt it. Well, good bye, the meetings about to resume. Have a good day.”

“You too dad.”

You hung the phone up and turned the TV’s volume back on, signaling a miniature stampede from those wishing to watch it. You, on the other hand, had no idea how you were going to explain this.