MidnightRainbowFire

You followed Lisa out to a car in the parking lot. A shiny black Rolls-Royce, black leather interior. Lisa unlocked the doors, got behind the wheel, and turned on the ignition with the press of a button. Fancy. You slid into the passenger's side, fastening your seatbelt. The interior smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, leather, and disinfectant spray. A monitor on the dash booted to life, displaying the temperature outside; 74 degrees Fahrenheit. As Lisa fastened her seatbelt and pulled out of the parking lot, she nudged you on the arm playfully. "What a day huh?" You gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah." "So, I have a bunch of questions.  First,

You reached under your bed, pulling out a faded blue duffel bag. The zipper was stuck, but after a few moments of frustrated prying, you managed to yank it open wide enough to fill it with clothes and toiletries to last a week. Lastly, you grabbed your backpack and placed two flashlights, a pack of batteries, your new video camera, and a pocket knife inside. Perfect for your scary outing. Zipping up both bags you placed them by the door. Flopping down on the bed and opening your laptop, you opened the search bar to find more scary stories to tell at your cousins' house. But instead of a story, strangely, you came across a news article. A real

~8 Years Ago~ I remember my big brother. Alex... He was always playing his Nintendo 64. It was his prized possession, as he called it. I didn't know exactly what it meant. I was only 6 years old anyway. My big brother was much older than me; already in college. I noticed after a few months into his sophmore year, that he started acted kinda funny; like something was scaring him. He was allowed to bring me to his dorm room sometimes, He said that he enjoyed the company of his baby sister. I didn't mind at all. His refrigerator was always stuffed with juice boxes and snacks, I even played his Nintendo 64 with him. But for some reason

The alarm on your ipod jolted you awake. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up, turning the intrusive noise off. Thankfully there was no school today . Getting out of bed you went straight to the shower. You dressed in a soft black tank top, (f/c) cardigan sweater and black jeans. Heading downstairs and into the kitchen you listened for your mother who would usually be in the kitchen cooking breakfast by now. But you heard nothing.               "Mom?" You called. No response. She was probably at her friend Celeste's house watching boring musicals from the 70's and drinking tea. You sighed and opened the cupboard, pulling out a