Story Debate

Destiny pulled out her cell phone and stared at it. Thoughts raced through her head. Should I? Shouldn't I? Should I? Her cell phone trembled in her hand. She flipped it open and dialled. She brought the shaking cell phone up to her head. "Hello?" "Hey, Johnny." "Hey Sis, what's up?" "I just wanted to let you know, I'm doing this to protect you." "Doing what?" "I love you, Johnny." Destiny pulled the phone away from her ear and quietly closed the lid. She could still hear her brother shouting out. "Destiny? You there? What's going on??" Destiny turned her phone off and rode onwards to the house. There was no turning back now. It was just as the girl on her phone described, light blue and black. The paint was peeling, the stucco falling off, the windows were cracked, it was a shadow of its former self. Destiny looked at the house apprehensively. Was it safe to go in? She didn't even know these people, they haven't even exchanged names. Was this all a sham, perhaps criminal activity? Destiny inhaled deeply. No, I must go on. I'm doing this for Johnny. I must. I cannot fail. She opened the creaking door and stepped in to the house. The welcome mat spewed a cloud of dust. A cracked mirror stood at the end of the hall. Destiny caught sight of herself. The mirror showed a 15 year old girl, dirty blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a think grey sweater, and blue jeans. She saw a frightened little girl running from the past. She slowly strode forward, eying the house. To her left was a staircase, on the wall there were photos. She walked forward and took one of the photos off the wall. She blew the dust off. It was a little girl, she looked just like Destiny... She put the picture back on the wall and looked at the next picture. The boy looked so familiar, it looked like... She turned from the wall breathing heavily. What was going on here? She calmed down. It was just a coincidence, nothing wrong here. She continued breathing, deeply, her eyes darting around. The shadows looked like they hid monsters; every creak sent shock waves through her body. She dashed into the living room. Two raggedy sofas beckoned for her to sit. A coffee table stood in the middle of the room, a coffee cup still on the table. She traversed through the living room, dashing into the kitchen. "Hello? Is anyone here!" There was no answer. Someone should be there. She ran into the kitchen. A table stood there, a layer of dust covering it. A fridge lay in disrepair in the corner, it's door open. A cupboard door hung on it's last hinge, cobwebs stretching out like fingers. Destiny ran into the cellar. It was pitch black. She stopped at the foot of the stairs, breathing heavily. The darkness enveloping her. She backed up, retreating up the stairs. She heard whispers and creaking. Rushing wind was coming up at her from the cellar. Her feet were paralyzed to the staircase. It was coming closer, and closer! A rush of sound washed over her. "GET OUT!" the voice shouted. Destiny screamed and ran up the stairs. She dashed through the kitchen, slamming into the walls. She ran to the door and grabbed it, ready to run out into the day. She glanced behind her. She saw the coffee cup. Steam was rising from it. Destiny froze, staring at the steam. A clawed hand folded over her shoulder. She turned, falling, screaming. Who is behind Destiny?