My Baby Sister

Ok, there was once a girl named Shannon who lived with her parents in a brand new house. What they didn't know was their house was built over an old graveyard that was supposedly cleared out, well, it wasn't. This is their story. I remind you this is fiction.

One night Shannon was staying alone while her parents went to a neighborhood watch meeting. They had just moved in and she was unpacking some things that went in the living room. She went into the kitchen for a soda and when she returned there were two phones sitting on the coffee table. 'Huh, that's strange,' she thought out loud, 'those aren't our phones. We don't have any phones yet.' She thought nothing of it and plugged one in on the living room wall and the other upstairs in the hallway before going back to unpacking. In about 15 minutes, the phone in the living room rang. She almost didn't answer for fear of who was on the line, 'Oh, it's probably the local phone company telling me our number.' She went over to the phone, took a deep breath and said,"Hello" From the other end of the phone came a deep, gravely voice. It answered, "We're coming with chainsaws and pitchforks, beware." Shannon slammed down the phone and started to dial her mom's cell phone number when the phone went dead. The lights remained on, but the phones weren't working. Slowly and cautiously Shannon made her way back to the boxes on the floor and yet again started unpacking. Another 15 minutes go by when the phone upstairs rings. Shannon stares at the phone, her heart in her throat. One big gulp and a few seconds later, she picks up the phone. This time she simply answers, "Yes" "We're coming with chainsaws and pitchforks, beware, we are on your block" said a mellow and high pitched voice. Shannon slammed the phone down, picked it up again and starts to dial 9-1-1. To her shocking surprise, the phone is still dead. She thinks there may be some prank pullers outside her house, connecting the phone line when they want to call her. She thinks she is safe and returns yet again to the boxes on the floor. In 15 minutes the downstairs phone rings and she runs over to it and unplugs it. It keeps ringing. She grabs the phone and screams into it, "What do you want!" "I want only to warn you, we are on your front porch with chainsaws and pitchforks, we are coming for you." This time the voice was high and squeaky. The second she hangs the phone up she hears chainsaws starting right outside. She runs up the stairs and waits up there until she hears her glass door breaking. Then the sturdy wooden door is knocked right off its hinges. Shannon watches through a hole in the closet door as she sees chainsaws and pitchforks floating in midair. They pass the door; look in the other rooms until they go into the bathroom. She flings the closet door open and slams the door shut, looks the door, and runs down the stairs as if she were on fire. She hears footsteps following her and runs over the front door out into her yard. She glances over her shoulder and sees the chainsaws and pitchforks following her. She looks around in panic, trying to figure out what to do. Then she sees an open window on the second story. She climbs up the plant fence and starts to step through the window. As she is pulling her head through a chainsaw meets her forehead and slices right into it. When her parents arrive and find a chainsaw sunk into the head of their only child, they break down, they can't stand it. Her mother runs up and down the street yelling at the top of her lungs, "Who killed my baby!?!? Who killed my daughter!?!" In 7 months Shannon's parents have had a new daughter who they named Grace. They didn't know they were going to have a baby that night, but they soon found out. As Grace grows up her parents are extremely cautious with her. Years down the road Grace tells her friends, "I am so glad I am an only child, I would kill to keep it this way"

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