by Eric Fauble

Created on: July 13, 2009

"Okay, you kids," Mom said, her arm locked under Dad's muscular arm. "We will be back in a few hours. Uncle Joe will be here soon to watch you guys."

"Try not to destroy the place, okay?" Dad replied, giving me and my sister the look. The two of us nodded, understanding completely.

"We'll try not to," I replied, a smirk on my face. "But you'll never know. You know how brothers and sisters act nowadays, Dad." Mom chuckled softly, giving the two of us a kiss on the forehead. "Now, remember, if you kids need anything before Uncle Joe gets here, call us immediately. Understand?"

Once more, we nodded. "You two go enjoy your night out. We'll be here when you get back, unless Uncle Joe takes us to Wal-Mart or something." Our parents turned on their heels, walked out the door behind them, and headed to the car. Mom waved a farewell before sitting in the driver's seat. I waved goodbye, shutting the door and locking it. I turned on the alarm, then made my way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Mary!" I called to her; she was in the living room, watching Days of Our Liveson one of her favorite soap opera channels. "Call Uncle Joe's cell and ask if he's bringing over a pizza!"

"You do it!" she called back, obviously not moving from her spot. "You're in the kitchen. The phone's in front of your face!" I sighed, walking over to the phone hanging on the wall. "Sisters," I mumbled under my breath, dialing our favorite uncle's number. The phone rang about three times before his friendly voice answered.

"Hello!" he said, obviously driving down the road. "How's it going, squirt?"

"It's going great," I replied, leaning against the wall. I looked out the window then, hoping to see Delilah Mae next door. I almost screamed when I thought I saw some man staring through the window.

"Everything okay?" Uncle Joe asked over the phone. "Are you there?"

"Um... yeah, I'm still here," I said, returning back to reality. "Uncle Joe, I swear I just saw someone outside the house."

"I'll be there in half an hour," he promised. "Call the co-" Suddenly, the phone went dead.

"Hey, um, Mary..." I said, starting to shake. I hung up the phone and walked to the couch, sitting next to her. "Did you see a man looking in on us about a minute ago?" My sister shook her head, not taking her eyes off the television.

"No. Why? You're not hallucinating again, are you?" At that moment, I shushed her. "Turn it off," I said in a quiet whisper. Obediently, Mary turned down the TV. I could have sworn I heard footsteps

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