A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 12: The Closet PART II

After my bath, Aunt Tiffany helped me get dry before I put on my pajamas. Once all that was done, she picked up my dirty clothes for me along with my damp towel and put it in the dirty laundry basket in the corner of my room. I followed her out the room and down the stairs. In the living room, Glen was playing the Xbox. He was the only one in there while I assume everyone else was in the dining room. Aunt Tiffany ran off to the kitchen to do something and left me out in the hallway. I was debating on whether to go and join Glen or go back upstairs in my room to play with that ball.
Glen didn't seem to notice me as he was so caught up in the game and Aunt Tiffany was with Aunt Esther in the kitchen making something. I turned around and ran up the stairs to my room. I walked in and looked across at my closet. The door was closed, thanks to Aunt Tiffany. Just then I remembered the ball and rushed in the bathroom to get it. I grabbed it from the tub and ran out the bathroom. The closet door was still shut.
I bit my lip and wondered who was in my closet earlier. I still think that it was either Uncle Freddy or Uncle Chucky. At least one of those two anyway. But a part of me was telling me that it wasn't; whoever was behind that door was bad. Someone or something very bad. I wanted to find out who or what it was, but how?
I slowly raised my arm up with the ball in my hand and threw it at the closet door. The ball hit the door and bounced off and rolled on the floor. I waited five minutes for something to happen, but nothing. The closet door was still closed shut. I walked over towards the ball and leaned down to pick it up. I had the ball in my hand for only a couple of seconds before I dropped it again. My heart started to race as the creaking noise was heard. I spun round quickly and saw my closet door hitched open a little. I stood up and backed up against the bed post. I clutched onto the pole and watched as the door began to slowly open some more. My heart was pounding fast. I couldn't see nobody behind the door. All I saw was complete darkness.
"Uncle Chucky?", I whispered.
My breath was caught in my throat as out of the corner of my eye, I saw the ball rolling slowly over towards the closet by itself. I gasped and quickly ran towards my door. I clutched the wall and turned back to see what would happen next. My heart was beating faster and faster and I watched in fear as I saw the ball roll slowly by itself and disappear into the closet. I gulped and was looked towards my open door to see out in the hallway where I saw the foot of the stairs. I quickly turned my attention back to the closet as I heard the ball bouncing up and down. I couldn't see the ball, but I could hear it. Someone was in there, bouncing the ball, but the question was, who?
Just then, the bouncing stopped. I pictured of Uncle Chucky in the closet, dribbling the ball, but before I could think anymore, something hard hit me in my face. I fell to my knees, clutching my face in my hands. My face started to burn and I could feel my nose began to throb. I removed my hands from my eyes and looked down to see what hit me. There on the floor rolling around me was the ball. It stopped rolling and that's when I realized whoever was in that closet, threw the ball at me, just like I threw it at the door.
I looked down at the ball to see the smiley face starring up at me. Tears formed in my eyes and I did what any other ten year old girl would do: scream.
I ran out the room and dashed down the stairs. Before I could reach the bottom, I ran into a pair of arms. It was Glen.
"Ash? What's wrong?", Glen asked.
My breath got caught in the back of my throat as I went to speak. Tears were streaming down my face and then I felt something warm run down my chin. I looked down at my shirt to see blood. Blood was the warm, bitter liquid dripping off my chin. I let out a cry and wrapped my arms around Glen.
"Ashley! Look at me. What happened?", Glen asked.
I lifted my head up from his chest to look at him. I wiped my eyes quickly and pointed up towards my room. "There's someone in my closet.", I whispered.
Glen looked at me with a questioning look and let go of me and went up the stairs. I ran after him as it occurred to me what he was going to do.
"Glen! Wait! You can't!", I sobbed.
Glen yanked his arm from me and walked into my room. I looked over his shoulder with watery eyes and saw that my closet door was closed shut. I gulped. Glen walked in my room and went over to my closet.
"What really happened Ash?", Glen asked.
I couldn't think of the right words to tell Glen that someone had threw a ball at me. Who was in my closet? Who threw that ball? Whoever was in the closet better have a good explanation for this.
"Glen! Don't!", I yelled as I watched him reach for the door knob.
Glen sighed and looked back at me. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but you said someone was in your closet."
Without hesitation, Glen yanked open the door and turned on the light. I looked over and saw nothing, but my clothes and the big stuffed teddy bear. Glen looked at the closet and looked back at me with a confused look.
"So...you still think someone is in your closet?", Glen asked.
I wiped my eyes and walked over towards Glen. I didn't have the fear feeling anymore. Maybe it was because Glen was here, or maybe it was because there was no one in my closet; I didn't know. I looked in the closet myself. There was no one in there.
"Ashley, what's going on?", I heard Glen sigh from behind me.
I felt the tears starting to come back, but I didn't let them slip. Just then, something caught my eye. I looked over towards my teddy bear and saw the ball in it's lap. I gulped. I looked back to make sure Glen was behind me and then looked at the stuffed bear. I slowly reached my hand over and grabbed the ball slowly. I looked up at the bear and waited for something bad to happen. I waited for someone or something to grab my hand and yank the ball out of it, but nothing. My eyes were glued onto the bear for a while until I felt myself being pulled back. I thought it was me at first, maybe my body had a mind of it's own and was telling me to get out there as fast as possible, but it was Glen.
He pulled me out of the closet and went in to turn off the light. In the darkness, I could see outlines of my clothes an even the big stuffed teddy bear. Glen had closed the door and looked at me curious with the ball in my hands.
"Where did you get that?", Glen asked.
I shrugged. "It's not mine."
"Then who's is it?"
Again, I shrugged. I gulped and walked over to my bed and sat down. I thought about how I was going to tell Glen what happened, but how was I going to explain it to him in words.
"Glen?", I sighed. Glen came over and stopped in front of me. I looked up at him and watched as he gripped the end of his shirt and tugged at it. He then ripped a piece of his shirt off and stuffed the piece of cloth against my nose.
"Hold that against your nose. Hopefully that would stop that bleeding, if not, I'll go tell my mom to fix you.", Glen sighed.
I pressed the cloth against my nose, not really worrying about it. I felt the ball being taking out of my hands and looked over to see Glen looking down at it.
"So? Wanna tell me what happened?"
I thought for a moment and sighed. I told Glen the whole story of what happen. I gave him every detail there was to cover up the information. Glen looked at me eyed wide the whole time I talked. After I done told him the story, I wonder if he believed me. Something told me he wasn't, but I praying that he would. There was no way I was going to tell my dad or the others. I knew for a fact that they weren't going to believe me.
"We got to tell the others.", Glen said.
I gasped and quickly grabbed his arm as he got up. I sat him back down. "No! Because there not going to believe me. I mean, you saw it for yourself; there's nothing in that closet. No one was in there when you looked."
Glen nodded. "True, but still. At least tell Uncle Jason what's going on so that way questions won't be asked later when they go to ask you about your nose."
I thought for a moment. I did forgot about my nose and I knew for a fact my dad was going to worry and be bloodthirsty to find out whoever done this to me. I sighed and put my face in my hands. I didn't know what to do. I was thankful that I had Glen here to help me. I was more glad that he even believed me.
My thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the creaking. I looked up slowly and saw my closet door opening. I gasped and clutched Glen's arm. I looked at him and he starred at the closet wide eyed.
"A-Ashley?", Glen stuttered.
I gulped and grabbed his arm and pulled him up with me. I forgot he had the ball as he dropped it and it rolled on the floor. The ball suddenly came to a stop and it started to roll back inside the closet on its own. I wondered how the ball did that? Not unless it was being controlled.
Glen, without taking his eyes off the closet door, walked over slowly towards the door and pulled me along with him. I felt fear take over me again and I let out a cry as the ball flew at Glen and I. Tears streamed down my face as it hit me in the side of my head. I fell to the floor and before I realized what was I happening, I was being dragged out the room and over towards the stairs.
"Ashley! Come on!" Glen yelled at me. Glen was the first one that ran down the stairs. I followed after once my conscious came back. Once I hit the bottom, I flew out of the living room and towards the dining room where I thought everyone was. The room was empty. I cried and ran out the room and in towards the kitchen. Glen beat me there. Surprisingly, the kitchen was empty too, but the stove was on with a big pot steaming on top of it.
"Where are they?", asked Glen.