A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 12: The Closet PART I

It was almost dinner time and Aunt Esther was looking around the kitchen to find something for her, Glen and I to eat. Glen still didn't go back to being his doll figure, which I had no problem with. I was glad he was still human because at least I had someone my age to play and hang with.
"I can't really find nothing good for us to eat.", Aunt Esther sighed.
She closed one of the cupboards and jumped off the chair that she stood on. She put the chair back under the table where it belonged and turned to Glen and I.
"You guys want to go out to eat or order something?", Aunt Esther asked.
"It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you guys want.", I smiled.
I was hungry, but what I really wanted was to go upstairs and take a bath.
I walked away from Glen and Aunt Esther as they went off into the dining room for the phone. I walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the stairs. I walked up the stairs and headed down towards my room. I walked inside and felt a cold breeze. I shivered and wondered why it was so cold in my room until I saw my window opened. I rushed over and closed it. I didn't know how that got open because I sure don't remember opening it. Maybe Jeepers Creeper's did it and flew out somewhere, but why would he use my window and not his own? I didn't think too much of it and walked over to my dresser and puller open the first drawer. I had brand new clothes all of sorts filled in my dresser and in my closet. I pulled out a new pair of SpongeBob Square pants pajama pants and a yellow tank top that went along with. I grad my undergarments and walked into the bathroom and shut the door. I turned on the light and set my clothing on the countertop of the sink.
I turned on the bathwater, turning it to the right temperature that was perfect for me. I began to strip off my clothes and once I did that, I got in the bathtub. A smile stretched across my face as I saw a bottle of Bubble Bath Bubbles, sit on a small rack on the wall of the shower. I reached up and grabbed it and poured a cap full of the liquid bath into the water. White bubbled started to foam and I smiled and started to play with them. I laid back against the wall and let my body soak. Before the tub got too full of water, I quickly shut the water off and laid back into a comfortable position. I still played with the bubbles and let them slip through my fingers as I picked them up.
Just then, a knock came out my bathroom door. I gasped and sunk into the water, letting the bubbles cover my body.
"Co-come in.", I began to stutter.
The door swung open and I perked my head up for somebody tall to be at the door. I cocked my eyebrow and lifted my head up to look down and see Aunt Tiffany. I had to admit, out of all the dolls that I had in my room, Aunt Tiffany had to be the most prettiest out of all of them I think. In my opinion anyway.
"There you are sweet pea, all of us were wondering where you ran off too.", Aunt Tiffany said.
I muttered a 'sorry' and sat up in the bathtub. Aunt Tiffany quickly closed the door and came walking over towards me. I looked at her white dress and saw how it flew behind her as she walked.
"Need any help?", she asked, placing both of her hands on the edge rim of the tub. I thought for a moment and looked at my dried hair.
"Could you wash my hair?", I asked.
Aunt Tiffany smiled with a nod. "Sure. Let me go and get my shampoo and conditioning ok. I'll be back in a sec."
I nodded my head and watch Aunt Tiffany disappear outside the door. Once she left, I sunk back in the water and sighed in relaxation. Silence had filled the room, but it wasn't until long, a noise was heard outside my bathroom door. I quickly jerked up, thinking it was Aunt Tiffany already back with the materials. I sat up for a minute and waited, but she never showed. Just then, another noise was heard, but this time, it sounded like a crash. For some reason, fear began to take over me and I quickly stood up from the tub and reached over for my towel. I got out the tub, stepping on my dirty clothes to dry my feet and silently walked over to the bathroom door.
I pressed my ear against it and listened. Silence.
"Aunt Tiffany?", I called out through the small crack of the door.
No response. I gathered up some courage and slowly opened the door. I made sure my towel was wrapped securely around my body just in case Glen, dad or anybody else was in the room. Once I opened the door, I looked around and saw nothing. Nobody wasn't here and everything seemed to be right in place. Just as I was about to go back into the bathroom and wait for Aunt Tiffany to return, I heard a door creak open. The sound it made when it opened, sent chills down my spine. I hated that noise; I always hated it. I spun around and saw my closet door opened halfway. Fear took over my body fully and I gasped as it opened a little more. I couldn't see nobody behind it; all I saw was darkness.
"Glen?", I called out.
Maybe it was Glen or even Uncle Chucky maybe pulling a prank on me. I mean it was obvious it had to be one of those two. Everyone else would of been too big or tall to even hide in my closet.
I waited for a response, but only silence responded. I took a step forward and called out another name. "Uncle Chucky?"
Again, silence.
I gulped and slowly walked over to my closet. I was hoping that this was a prank, but something deep inside told me that it wasn't. Something bad was awaiting me, but what though?
I walked over towards the end of my bed and clutched the bed pole. I held my towel tight in the other hand and waited for whoever was behind that door to come out.
"Uncle Freddy?", I called out, hoping maybe it was him.
Still no answer. I might of not got an answer by voice, but I did get a ball that rolled out slowly to me. I cocked my eyebrow and slowly leaned down to pick it up. I turned from the ball and looked back across at the closet door.
"Who's in there?", I nearly yelled this time.
No response whatsoever. I knew it had to be either Glen or Uncle Chucky doing this. Or even Aunt Tiffany! She was suppose to be back by now, but she hasn't! I was starting to get fed up by being ignored by whoever was hiding in the closet. I was just about to go and look to see who was in the closet, but instead, I rolled the ball back.
"Glen, Uncle Chucky or even Aunt Tiffany! I know it's you guys in there trying to scare me, but it's not going to work!", I said. As for that, I started walking off, but before I took another step, I felt something hit my foot. I looked down and there was the ball again. I stopped in my tracks and picked it up. I looked at it for a minute and turned back to the closet. Instead of rolling the ball back, I threw the ball across the room in anger. I clutched my towel close to my body and started to make my way towards the closet. I gulped as I saw how dark it was behind that door and I remembered how very scared I was of the dark, but I wasn't going to let the dark stop me from finding out whoever was pulling this joke.
"Ashley!", a voice called from behind me. I stopped in tracks before I reached the closet and looked back to see Aunt Tiffany standing in the doorway with two bottles in her hands.
I froze and just starred at her. I thought she was in the closet?
"Sweetie what are you doing out the tub? Your not done yet! Get back in there!", Aunt Tiffany ordered.
I gulped at her and turned back to the closet. I gasped in shock to see that the closet door was fully shut. I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes, hoping I was just seeing things. I opened my eyes to see that the closet door was fully shut. I gasped and began to wonder how that shut so quietly without it making that creepy creak noise.
"Ashley! Sweetie! Come on.", Aunt Tiffany called over her shoulder as she walked in the bathroom.
I looked at her and back at the closet. Aunt Tiffany was just gonna have to wait for a minute. I walked over to the closet and clutched my hand on the door knob. Fear began to take over me again as I thought of what was behind this door. If it wasn't Uncle Chucky or Glen, then who was it? I bit my lip in anticipation and slowly began to open the door. As I opened it, I had my eyes shut the whole time. Yeah, I was really nervous. Without opening my eyes, I slowly reached my hand in and scanned my hand over the wall for the light switch. I shifted my fingers up to move the switch to on and just then, light hit my face.
"Ashley!", I heard Aunt Tiffany yell in impatient.
I ignored her and slowly opened my eyes. I looked in the closet and saw nothing but my new clothes hanging on hangers. I looked down at the floor and saw nothing. The rug looked like it just had been vacuumed and there wasn't a single footprint or shoe print on it. But in the far corner of my closet, beside a big stuffed teddy bear, stood that ball from earlier. I froze in my spot. I slowly walked in and leaned down to get it. I picked it up with shaky hands and looked at it.
"Ashley Voorhees! What are you doing honey?", Aunt Tiffany said from behind me.
I spun around to look at her. Anger and confusion spread across her face and I looked around the closet for an answer, but all I could do was shrug.
Aunt Tiffany sighed in annoyance and stepped out the way so I could get out. She closed the door behind me and looked up at me.
"What was so important that you had to go in there for?", Aunt Tiffany asked.
I looked at Aunt Tiffany for a moment and thought back to what just happened before she came in. There was no way that Aunt Tiffany or anybody else was going to believe me that someone was in my closet so I came up with the cheesiest excuse and lie ever.
I raised up the yellow, smiley face ball and said, "I had to get my ball."