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The Boy in the Closet- Part 1

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Stepping off the bus, I looked up at the mansion and sighed. This was where I’d be spending my summer? That sucks. This place looks like no one’s lived in it for like 20 years.


I was 15, just getting out of Freshman year of high school. I had short black hair and green eyes. Yeah, I know, you don’t care. You want to know the story.


    So I walked into the mansion and looked around. Cobwebs hung from the ceilings and the paint was chipping off the walls. I grimaced. This place was a train wreck.


    Why was I staying here you may ask? Well, my aunt died and apparently this was one of her older houses. Dunno why she kept it, but here I am. My mother decided it would be a good idea if I, and I quote, “Go back in time and look at how older houses functioned”. Yeah, that’s crap.


    I walked up the steps to the second floor and looked around. A few rooms, and then there was this oddly colored door beside the stairs. Furrowing my eyebrows, I opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me.


    It looked like a small closet. The paint in here was chipping off the walls like in the rest of the house, but there was...paper hanging from the ceiling. What the hell? Was this supposed to be a joke? They were literally long strips of old paper hanging around.


    There was this bad smell in the closet, as if someone brought in a dead animal. I didn’t question it though, it’s an old house.


“Hello,” I jumped at a small voice coming from behind me. I whipped my head around to see a small boy standing in front of the wall.


This boy was about five foot tall with dirty brown hair and pale white skin. The thing that threw me off was that it looked as if his skin was peeling off. It was peeling, and there was green flesh under it. It almost made me vomit right there.


“Hi,” I greeted, smiling nervously. Why did no one tell me there was a little boy living here?


“Who are you?” He asked. I looked around.


“My name is Adalynn. Adalynn Skyler. Who are you?” I asked him. He smiled.


“Matthiew. Matthiew Culver. With an i before the e.” He told me.


“Well, aren’t you specific!” I laughed. He smiled at me even more, and this boy’s blue eyes lit up. It was nice, having someone to talk to already.


But that didn’t change the fact that he was here without a parent. What kind of person would leave a boy alone in an old mansion like this?


“So, how long have you been here?” I asked, leaning against the door. He shrugged and looked around the room with wide, curious eyes.


“A few years.” He answered. I scratched my neck softly.


“Weeeell, I’m going to be staying here for the summer. Mom’s wishes and everything. Where’s your mom?” I asked. He looked down at the floor. Oh no, was that a bad question?


“Dead. Just like the rest of my family.” He told me. Oh, god I’m a dick. I sighed. So he really has been here a long time.


I stood up straight and began to walk around the closet, looking around. Matthiew walked over and stood in front of a darkened corner of the room. I looked at him with a confused expression.


“I wouldn’t come back into this corner if I was you.” He told me. I simply nodded. Who knew with kids these days? I walked over to the wall that Matthiew was leaning against and put my hand against it. It was oddly cold, and, as I tapped on it, hollow.


“Well, why don’t you come out later and I’ll fix you something to eat? I’m sure the stovetop in the kitchen will work.” I asked him. He shook his head and backed away into the corner slightly.


“That’s not a good idea. I...usually eat at night.” He told me. I just said “ooookay” and turned to leave.


“If you need anything, just come and get me. I’ll probably be up on the top floor in one of the rooms. I dunno, I haven’t been up there yet.” I said to him. He just nodded.


“Alright. Bye Adalynn.” He said. I waved bye and left.


Alright, so, freaky boy in the closet. That’s something new. I shrugged and closed the closet door, walking back downstairs to the kitchen. I’m sure they had SOME food in here.


Pulling the cabinets open in the kitchen, I found some ingredients to make a pretty wicked mac and cheese. Plenty of cheese, milk, and macaroni. I pulled a pan out from under the sink and filled it with water. Damn, this house is better than I thought. Running water, electricity, AND food! Not bad for an old house.


I brought the pan over to the stovetop and sat it on one of the burners, turning the power up to high. As the water boiled, I put the milk and cheese together in another pan and put it on the burner beside it, turning that one to high as well. I began to mix the cheese and milk together with a wooden spoon, hoping it would combine together.


As I stirred the cheese, the water began to boil. I put the spoon down and poured the macaroni into the pan. Good, now we must wait. I punched 12 minutes into the timer and went back to stirring the cheese. Awesome, it’s finally looking like cheese.


Before I knew it, the timer beeped. I snapped my head up and took the pan over to the sink and drained it. God, now my glasses are steamed up. I shook my head a few times and turned off both burners, bringing the cheese pan over to the macaroni pan. I poured the cheese into the pan and I began to drool. I was a sucker for mac and cheese. I took the wooden spoon and mixed the cheese and macaroni together.


“Wow, you sure do work hard on food.” I jumped at Matthiew’s voice.


“God little dude, you need to stop doing that! But yeah, I love me some mac and cheese. You want some?” I asked, pulling a plate out from the cabinet. He shook his head. I poured some mac and cheese onto the plate and pulled out a fork.


“No, just leave some in the fridge tonight and I’ll get it.” He told me. I nodded.


“Sure thing lil man.” I agreed. I sat at the table and began to eat the mac and cheese. Matthiew pulled the chair on the other side of the table and watched me as I ate. It was a little awkward to say the least.


“So Matthiew, what are your hobbies?” I asked him. He leaned his head against his hand and looked around.


“I like to draw racecars.” He commented. I thought for a minute.


“You wanna be a Nascar driver when you grow up?” I asked. He shook his head.


“No, it wouldn’t work out.” He told me. I smiled and stuck another bite into my mouth.


After I finished, I put the plate into the dish washer. I stuck the pan into the fridge and closed the door.


“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Matthiew asked me. I thought for a minute, sitting back down at the table.


“Probably a singer. Or an author. Something like that.” I told him. He nodded and stood up, walking out of the kitchen. I got up and walked after him.


“Lil man, where’re you going?” I asked him.  He turned and smiled at me.


“Going back up to my room. I’ll probably be out later to watch tv or something.” He told me. I nodded and turned to walk into the living room. My smile returned on my face as I looked in the living room. Flat screen tv. Jackpot.


“Damn, this place has everything!” I plopped down on the couch.


“Put a dollar in the swear jar.” Matthiew’s voice called from up the stairs. I hit the couch with my fist.


“GOD DAMMIT IT.”
Hello friends! This is the first part of my original story! I'm quite proud of this.

Anyways, I'd love to hear what you guys think of this! 

Artwork belongs to the amazing :iconkat-girl-1960s:
Story and characters belong to :iconfanfic-queen:
© 2014 - 2024 Vincebae
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First of all, I just love the mysteriousness of the entire thing. It's like a bait, and the reader is the fish, curious and falling for it. The point of view makes me feel like I'm actually the one who's in the story, even though Adalynn is the main character. I mean, all the "mom's wishes" and stuff remind me of my own life. Matthiew is a very interesting character as well. He gives off some kind of 'creepy' feeling whenever you read about him. I also like the Jar joke, because it reminds me of an inside joke I made. All in all, I think it's a great start, I can't wait for the next chapter!