Ficlets

” Mom which room is mine?” asked Brandie as she enter their new house.
” Well, it’s the one next to the master bedroom which is ours.” said Mrs. O’ Connor as she was setting down a box on the sheeted couch.
” Okay Mom I found my room! Shit it’s really small for a big house like this!” said Brandie
” Well, thats’ your father’s fault now isn’t it? Not mine, I don’t pick where we live. He’s the one with a new job! Believe me if it was up to me we would haev stayed back home.” replied Mrs. O’connor

As the day went on the movers fianally got everything into the house and unpacked. The O’Connor’s settled in and everything seemed to be going well. That night Brandie laid in her bed and started to fall asleep. But, that didn’t last long for she heard noises in her ear. _ Why? Why? Why did he have to Die?!_ Brandie became frantic and asked the voice ” Who!? Who!? Who died?” she waited for an answer but nothing replied. She then she heard the sound of foot steps and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.