The Appariation, Graphic [ebook reader online TXT] 📗

Winifred dipped her feather into the ink and finished her homework. She placed her homework onto her dressing table and cleaned her study desk. She saw children playing outside, including her brother, James. Winifred saddened. Today, at school, Crasantha had teased her and made fun of her. Crasantha compared her red hair and blue eyes with Winifred's black hair and green eyes. Winifred didnt want to think about it anymore. From the inside, Winifred felt really hurt from the outside Winifred stayed completely quiet. She didn't want to fight. Winifred then went to her closet and started organizing it. She hated her new neighbourhood. She liked it better in HonsCity. it wasn't a city but that's what they called the town. Dalesville was great and all but Winifred had no friends to talk to, to laugh with, to walk home with. A ball landed in Winifred's room. Winifred picked up the ball and heard her brother call out her name. She walked towards the window and looked around. "Hey, Peacherino! Over Here!" called out a boy. Winifred knew what Peacherino meant. It was slang for pretty girl. Winifred smiled and rolled the ball down the roof and it landed in James hands. Winifred went back to organizing her closet. This time the ball came back and hit her Harem skirt. Winifred picked the ball up again and rolled it down the roof. James caught it again. The ball came back and this time it hit her ink bottle. Winifred gasped. She picked up the ink covered ball and went to the window but the boys already had their ball. "um... James!" called out Winifred. James turned around and the boys looked at her straightening their jockey hats. "Someone threw this inside!" she told him. "It spilt your ink?" he asked. Winifred nodded. "Well, send it down. More balls, more fun." he said. Winifred rolled it down the roof and James caught it. He studied it. "This is definitely not ours. Our balls are only from Maxi this is... Something else" said James. The boys went back to playing with two balls this time. Winifred started cleaning up the mess. She heard a faint whisper. "Leave...while you have time...he will kill you." Winifred turned around but no one was there, she knew the boys couldn't imitate a girl's voice. Besides, she'd heard it right next to her. "Must have been my imagination." she assured herself."Winifred! Come down for Dinner, honey!" called Winifred's mother. Winifred suddenly felt the room tempeture drop and a chill went down her spine. The wind picked up outside blowing leaves all over the place and some went into her room. Then it all stopped. It didn't slow down but stopped. Winifred went down the stairs, she felt like she was being watched. Winifred walked into the kitchen. " Winifred, dear, call your brother James." said Her mother. Winifred walked out the kitchen and into the corridor she got that feeling again, of being watched. She turned around and saw something standing ontop of the stairs. The figure was dark when Winifred got closer to the stairs, it was gone. Winifred straightened her shoulders and went to call James. She opened the door and stepped outside. "James!" she called. "What is it now?" he asked annoyed. Winifred and James were both twelve years old but James was a month older than her. "Come in for dinner." she ordered. James sighed and walked into the house. He threw his jockey cap to Winifred. "Put this in the closet for me." he commanded. Winifred threw the jockey cap back at him. "It's your hat, not mine." she laughed and walked into the dining room and sat down into a chair. "Hello, father." she greeted. Her father looked up from his newspaper. "Hello, my Winnie." he greeted back. "My name is not Winnie, father." she corrected.

Winifred's mother brought in fresh stew and Brussels sprouts. James and Winifred groaned. They hated brussels sprouts. "Mother, you promised you won't feed us Brussels sprouts on mondays!" reminded James. "Did I?" giggled their mother. Winifred and James ate their dinner very slowly. After all, they didn't want to choke on their sprouts.
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Winifred woke up at the sound of her father walking down the stairs. She sat up straight and rubbed her eyes. She checked her clock watch. She could see very well in the dark. It was 5:39. Winifred stretched. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep now. So She decided to wake up anyways. She walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. The floor was freezing cold, sending a chill up Winifred's spine. She left her hair open and walked down the stairs. The lights weren't on downstairs. She walked down the corridor anyways. She yawned and turned on the lights. She thought she saw figure move in the kitchen. Winifred walked into the kitchen and screamed. There were hairy spiders crawling everywhere. Her brother came dashing after her. He turned on the kitchen lights. The spiders went everywhere. Not their way but off the ground onto the counters. Her brother walked slowly towards the kitchen window, letting a strong gale in. He moved back and the spiders went crawling outside which was not normal. He shut the window with a slam. "What is with this house!" he questioned nobody. "Where's mother and father?" asked Winifred. Her scream was loud enough to wake the whole street which it probably did. James shrugged. James walked upstairs o check on them while Winifred checked if their father's car was outside or if he was in the wooden shed in the backyard. James walked into their mother and father's room. He saw shadows of two girls on the wall from the light coming through the door, staring at his parents asleep. The shadows turned their heads around to look at him. They peeled off the wall as if they were posters and walked toward him. James blinked. The shadows were gone... so were his parents. James woke up in bed with Winifred in her room. James fell out of bed taking the blanket with him. He looked outside. His parents' cars were there. He stood up and looked at Winifred. She was still in bed fast asleep. He could hear his parents' voices downstairs. He put the blanket back on the bed and went downstairs. He smelled pancakes. He walked into the dining room but no one was there. As he got closer to the kitchen, the smell of pancakes faded. In fact, there were no pancakes. That part was a bit disappointing. "Hmm, weird." he whispered to himself. "It would be when our parents are sleeping upstairs when it's almost seven." said a familiar voice behind him. He turned around to find Winifred stretching and yawning. "Oh, I thought- never mind. Did you have a nice dream?" he asked. Winifred hesitated. "If you would give a scenario of hairy spiders in a kitchen or walking outside and being locked in the cold in the word nice... then, yes. I did have a nice dream." responded Winifred. "I had the same dream! So I woke up hearing someone walking down the stairs. Then I heard a scream. I ran downstairs to see you and a kitchen full of hairy spiders. Then we went to look for our parents. You went to go check for father in the shed, outside. While, I went upstairs to see if they were there in their bedroom." remembered James. "I had the same dream, too! But is'nt father supposed to be at work by 7:30?" she asked. James and Winifred went running up the stairs to wake their parents up like they used to do when they were four on Christmas. James flipped onto the bed. Their parents groaned. "Is it Christmas already?" asked their father. James and Winifred laughed together. "No, silly. You're late for work. It's seven!" they shouted together. Their father checked the clock then nearly jumped out of bed hurrying to the washroom. "Oh my, George. I haven't seen you running like this since highschool." commented their mother, Mariana. Their father mumbled something while brushing. Winifred walked to her room to get ready for another day of school. Meaning, another day with Crasantha

William ran down the stairs to be greeted by his (Stupid) scowling sister. William walked around her avoiding her death stare. She followed him into the kitchen. "When I woke up this morning, I found the radio on a different station." she stated. William rolled his blue eyes. His Aunt, Jemicia smiled at him. William smiled back. He saw a plate of fruit salad waiting to be eaten. William ooed and ahhed at it. He sat down beside his quiet cousin, Joyce. She blushed at the sight of him looking at her. William took his fork and got ready to dig into the delicious fruit salad. "Don't eat that, honey. It's your father's lunch." said William's mother walking into the dining room."And what's with your hair? It reminds me of Hurricane Harold." she added. William ran his hand through his blonde hair and winked at her. "It's called loveliness at last." he described. William took his fork and dug into the fruit salad and