Twin Fans: A Narrative Fiction

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

Her mother was tied across a bloody table, whimpering and begging. The table was covered in deep crevices created by the swinging of an axe. Her father kept repeating, “ You knew the consequences” to Eva. Allie searched for a way to escape the ropes she was held down by, but she soon came to realize that there was no way out. On the walls of the basements, there were countless knives, scythes, and machetes, all dark red in color. Eva muttered something that infuriated the man that Allie once called her father. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as her mother squirmed on the table in the center of the room. He grabbed the axe and faced Allie, the man yelled, “This is for you!” He raised the axe above his head and swung.

The wheel stopped turning as Avi’s hand closed over something. The door creaked open, jerking and scraping along the floor heavily. Avi brought her hand around. She was holding a stapler in her fist. Not exactly what she’d been hoping for.

“ Thank you Karen, could you call my parents now?” an hour later Terri knocked on the door.

He went to Lil’s room first. He stumbled through the door and Angela was surprised Lil’s soft snores never quieted or changed in pattern. The sound of things being broken or thrown came to Angela’s ears as he went through Lillian’s things. He searched for God knows what. One thing you learned around the Tremblay household was no secrets were to be kept from Father.

“Ayala,” someone cried out to her. She jumped at the sound of her name being called for fear she’d been discovered.

The house groaned around her. The creak-creak-creak sound from the basement returned with it’s harsh melody. Walls shuddered. Doors slammed.

Each day, she would run back to the community park, where she would wait until everyone left the premises, before turning back to the trailer park, her home for the last fifteen years. She would cry to her mom, and wonder why it was them who were destined to have a life like that. Why it was them that had to be different.

“A lifeless woman was on the ground while an emaciated child in her arms just stared helplessly at his mother's face. I thought my heart was broken but I had managed to keep all my emotions inside of me.”

They walked down stairs to their moms inn. “I sure hope there’s bacon,” Hal said picking up the pace.

object flew from across the room and barely missed her head. She put both hands on the mirror now and as the mirror cracked more a loud penetrating screech echoed throughout the house and sent chills down her spine. Then she felt a cold clammy hand tightening around her neck.

No morning text and no note on the counter. Is she sleeping? Is she angry with him? This morning was not the usual setting that Officer Dean Kane came home to after a long night shift of busting criminals. She must be sick, he thought. Plopping his keys into the orange colored dish on the foyer table, he noticed her backpack was still there. She must have that terrible winter flu that everyone seems to be coming down with.

The stairs seemed a lot longer than the ones that had led up to the attic. Then without realizing it at first, we'd reached the bottom, and there in front of us was another door.

Every night, once Shane thought Aase was asleep, she crept downstairs to the basement and hid behind the big black wardrobe, waiting to seize her chance and visit the library when Shane went to the bathroom. Tonight, she went down at precisely ten-thirty. In a mere