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“Why are you doing this to me?” cried out Jackie, “Please let me go I can’t see!” “Shh, sh, just wait and be patient. Five minutes and you’ll understand...” The man ’s muscular arms could lift anything and he lifted her small figure in one swift motion as he brought her up the two concrete steps and pushed open the big blue door. As it slowly revealed what was inside, he moved his hands from her eyes. “It’s all yours” “Oh my gosh, Mark for me? I..I can not believe it! Thank you so much! Wow it’s really ALL mine?” “Yes, no more of your brother and his big ol’ family bugging you in the basement anymore, it’s all yours. I will come by later this week to see how you like it, but I have to go pick up Taylor and Laura from their swimming classes right now” Mark was Jackie’s brother and as much as he loved her in his house, he hated to see her unhappy. Lately, he could see that with six kids and two adults up and going all the time it was beginning to stress her out. His wife and him threw together some of their money and took their parents will money and put it together to buy Jackie a nice two story cottage in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. Houses were cheap in 2039 especially in that neighborhood. Nobody ever came out of the houses, which meant no more mini-vans starting at seven a.m. to drop the kids off at the soccer games and no more buses at eight to pick them up for school.  She was only 19 at the time, and she was 14 when her parents died. Mark was 27, 22 when their parents died. He took Jackie under his wing and although they fought sometimes she was greatly appreciative of him. She was a very athletic girl with brown hair to the bottom of her neck and almond colored skin that she got from her mother. Mark was her big brother, and that’s exactly why she looked up to him. He had not too short, but not too long hair, and a perfectly chiseled jaw. She loved him but she was glad she was out of the house. Jackie was finally going to be able to sleep and write her book that she had started at Mark's house. That’s exactly what Jackie did. She wrote and she wrote and wrote until she couldn’t write anymore. It’s been only four hours since she was in the house, but now she wanted to explore. It was small, not easy to get lost in but big enough for just herself. There was two bedrooms upstairs each with beds that looked as if they’ve never been touched. A porcelain bathroom with everything she would need. She walked into her closet and thought “Wow this will be perfect for my shoes...” As she went through the house she tripped over a chair leg. For a flash she saw her brother at the dinner table arguing with her and then she was back, lying on the ground. She wondered what had just happened but realized that it was probably nothing. As the day went on Jackie got a little hungry, since the house was new there was probably no food in the refrigerator. She walked over to look and just as she had suspected, not a crumb. Jackie picked up the telephone and dialed for pizza. “Hi, may I have a medium pepperoni pizza. Oh and also a small fry and um, some Pepsi please?” asked Jackie. “Lady, this is the 39’s there isn’t “Pepsi”. Don’t you want vitamin water or monster or something?” “Sorry…I sometimes forget what year it is. I’ll have vitamin water. It doesn’t matter what kind. How much will it be?” “Yeah uh, whatever lady. It’ll be $23.50 including the tip. Uh, what’s the address?” “452 Hackberry in Crystal Springs, zip code….” “Uh well um sorry ma’am we just...we can’t deliver there. H...have a nice day.” “Excuse me why not?” “……………..” was all she heard on the other side of the receiver. Jackie was angry. She walked back over to the refrigerator and saw a note. “Packed it full! Love Mike”. That was weird; she didn’t see any food in there before but she opened it again for good measure. She wouldn’t, and couldn’t believe her eyes. Juice, milk, vitamin water, and all kinds of energy drinks filled up the side of the refrigerator. There were cartons of eggs and boxes of tangerines. Lunchmeat filled the retractable drawers and Jackie decided to just settle for a sandwich. Still unbelieving, she sat down at the table and gazed out of the sliding glass door. She thought to herself, “How strange…” There was barely a backyard and every house seemed to look the same, a pale yellow cottage with two windows in the front and one bright blue door with three concrete steps to get up to the house. So much for space… As Jackie went to bed she thought she heard whispers and creaks through the house but thought she was being silly and just shrugged it off. Through the night she tossed and turned dreaming about pain and suffering. She woke up at 4:53 in a cold sweat not able to go back to sleep. She wanted to see her brother so she grabbed her car keys off of the counter and headed for the garage door. The knob was jammed she could not move it. She tried the sliding glass door. As she tugged and tugged, she saw a woman in a robe. Her face was old and tired and she looked as if she was dead. Jackie saw this as an opportunity and ran over to the notepad by the refrigerator and wrote PLEASE HELP ME! In big, bolded letters so the woman could see them. She ran over to the door and put it up only to realize the woman was not in the same house anymore, but she was in the house two streets up, staring holes into Jackie’s eyes. There was a smug grin on the old woman’s face. Jackie laughed and said “Nice try old lady, but it’s not going to work I’m not stupid!” although the woman could not hear her, she nodded and instantly disappeared. Jackie stood, dumbfounded with her jaw as far as it could extend. She tried the sliding glass door and gave up, running to the front door pulling and twisting as hard as she can. It opens and she runs through without thinking and it was like she had never opened the door. She kept going and going through an endless amount of doors until she was too exhausted to go any farther. Jackie did not give up though, she ran up the flight of stairs and opened up the window and kicked the screen out and sat on the windowsill gathering courage to jump onto the garden below. All of the sudden she heard someone; no she heard the house say “Good luck, you’re going to need it.” This startled her and she fell closing her eyes and landed on something soft, familiar, her own bed. She glanced over quickly at the window and sure enough the screen was in tact and the window was closed. She was smart enough to realize that this was going no where and gave up quickly. “WHY!!” she screamed and shouted until she was red in the face and felt her lungs were going to explode. “You know why; because, you want to leave me. No one ever leaves.” A mechanical laugh rumbled through the house. “I will provide for you. You need nothing more than what I can give you. I can give you food, water, shelter. I am here to talk to you if you need someone to talk to. I am the future, I am your future.” “No, no, no this can’t be happening. This is fake right? I’m on a joke show. Very funny Mark, a new house. Why did I even believe that in the first place? I knew it was too good to be true. So where are the cameras? Where’s the crew? Houses don’t talk, that’s ridiculous. There are speakers in the walls. The joke is over, I've figured it out!” Giggles went through the house like a child's amusement. Sounds of an excited audience roared through the hallways and laughing echoed off of every wall. It was repeating over and over again in an unchanging tone, “Ha...Ha…Ha…Ha...Ha...Ha” Jackie spun around in terror trying to find what was terrorizing her and she could not see anything. The portrait of the cockatoos hung on the wall and the bureau stood tall with old jewelry dangling off of it. Nothing seemed to be disturbed by the mechanical man but her. Minutes, hours went on as she stood there thinking of how she could wake up from this nightmare and nothing crossed her mind. All of the sudden it hit her. She had been out of the house once before and that was when she fell. She remembered seeing her brother arguing with her. Jackie bolted out of the chair and running carelessly around the house she tried to find something to stumble upon. A chair leg, a bag, anything would do. Then it caught her eye, her suitcase. As she ran towards it and flung herself at the bag, nothing happened. She hit the ground with a hard thud and wailed and beat the ground until it had screamed “Stop it this instant!” Her eyes opened wide with fear and warm tears slid down her cheeks. She got up feeling defeat. Her eyes were blurry and she could not see two feet in front of her and that’s when it happened. Jackie felt a sharp pain in her left foot and before she knew it she was falling quickly to the ground. “Please stop hurting me, please I’m sorry if I offended you just don’t hurt me anymore!” she cried. “What? What’s wrong? Jackie why are you crying, did somebody hurt you?” Mark asked sounding edgy. Jackie looked around. She was at Mark’s house. She was lying on his linoleum floor with the smell of spaghetti on the stove and garlic bread in the oven. “Mark! Thank goodness it’s you it’s really you!” Jackie said tears rolling down her cheeks got up and threw herself into her brothers arms. “W…what? Why wouldn’t it be me?” “I had this terrible dream Mark, that you gave me this evil house and then it wouldn’t let me out and I tried everything but it just kept hurting me and they wouldn’t deliver pizza to me and there was this woman…” “Jackie just calm down…an evil house you say? I bet it was just a bad dream. It’ll all be over soon Jack. Now let’s sit down and eat or something. Why don’t you write about it? Get it all out of you.” “Okay, okay I will. Thanks Mark. Can I stay in the den for tonight?” “Sure Jackie. Hey, I’m sorry about everything lately…I know you need your space.” “It’s alright. I’m just glad to be back.” “I love you sis, just know that” She walked away with a smile on her face into the den. As she began to write, everything just started to flow out of her head like a waterfall and soon she was done. As she looked up everything became too familiar. She let out a scream. The big untouched bedroom was in front of her. “Welcome back, Jack.” You couldn’t see the robotic voice but you could hear a smile crack in the tone of voice. “You let me out, why would you bring me back! I was there I touched him, I hugged him. I saw him there I talked to him please don’t do this to me!” “You are mine now. He signed the paper. He doesn’t love you anymore. Precious Mark wanted you out of his house. He loves his family; you were just a nuisance, a chapter in his book.” Anger filled Jackie and she threw dusty books at the walls and the ceiling fan. When she turned to throw another, everything was back to normal. “You are lying! I know you are, he would never say that about me. He would never do that, he loves me!” “Think what you want, just remember I know the truth Jackie.” There was the sound of a hushed snicker through every corridor. “I give up, I am done trying. You can have everything, you can have me” Jackie exclaimed sobbing. Her brother was all she had since her parents had passed away and without him, she was nothing. “Good, what would you like for dinner?” “Nothing from you” Jackie walked into the closet. There was nothing there and this had to end. “Oh well, I know what you’re thinking!” screamed the house. A noose fell from the ceiling, a razor dropped next to it. Soon pills were scattered along the floor. Jackie did not know what to do, it was running through her mind and the opportunities were all in front of her. She could not just pass up this chance. She turned around trying to get the thought out of her head but it would not leave and she heard a thud on the thick carpet. Slowly she turned around not wanting to face reality she saw a shiny handgun on the ground. She stayed in place, frozen. All of the sudden a crackling noise came over the speaker and slowly she could make out a voice. It was her brother. “Jackie why can’t you ever do anything right! When are you going to publish that damned book of yours!” “Mike you aren’t being fair, I sent it in. I’ve done everything I can. Mike, I, I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry please stop yelling,” cried Jackie. How could this be possible? This was months before and Jackie and Mike were fine now. A faint sound of foot steps filled the room and a door quietly closing sounded just like yesterday to her. “Scarlett” this is Mike’s wife, “Scarlett are you listening? I want Jackie out this is the last time I am listening to her excuses. It would be better if she would just drop dead!” “Mike aren’t you being a little bit harsh on her, she’s your sister…you love her. Just think about it” The noise faded out and Jackie’s cries got louder and louder. “Fine I’ll give you what you want!” Everything was running through her mind and her conscious was ringing in her ears as she stepped onto the chair and put the rough rope against her neck. “You wanted me gone Mike and now I am.” She kicked the chair out from under her and hung there like a rag doll. She had struggled for three long hours as the digital clock by her bed read 8:02 a.m. Evil laughter made the house boom. The phone had rang two seconds too late. Brrrrrring, brrrring, brrring. “Hey! You’ve reached Jackie’s house, can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message!” “Hey Jackie…it’s Mark. I got this funny feeling about something. It’s probably nothing. I just wanted to talk to you for a little and see how you are doing. I can’t come over anytime soon…soccer practices, dance classes, and swimming lessons are so time consuming. How’s the new house? I know I saw you yesterday but I sure do miss you. I love you sis call me back, you know how to reach me!” Days passed and Mark heard no call from is deceased sister. The phone rang again. “Hey! You’ve reached Jackie’s house, can’t come to the phone right now, leave a message” The machine repeated. “Hey Jackie…it’s me again. It’s been four days. Are you mad at me? Is everything alright? I’m going to come over I want to see you.” The machine clicked as Mark hung up. No more than half an hour later, the door bell rang. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. Mark was impatient and there was still no answer. He remembered he brought the spare key that he gave himself just in case anything happened. He slid it into the keyhole and turned it to the right. He shook it a little and pushed it in with all of his might. The house seemed deserted, like his sister had never even lived there. He walked forward into the kitchen and saw nothing. There was only a plate with a half eaten moldy sandwich on the table with flies around it. He turned back around, face full of disgust. He was angry at his sister for not caring about what he had given her. He walked slowly up the stairs not wanting to smell what his nose was breathing in. He smelled the smell of death. There was no way to explain rotting flesh in his nose holes, all he knew was that he didn’t want it to be true. He walked into an empty bedroom and saw nothing. As he rounded the corner walking to the other bedroom he took a deep breath and pushed open the door. His eyes filled with sorrow as he saw his sister lying there on her bed, her skin as purple as a lilac. The TV was still on ABC Family. Mark laughed; she loved to watch reruns of old movies when she couldn’t go to sleep. Her eyes were shut and she looked peaceful although days before she was letting herself fall to her death. Mark picked up the receiver to call the police. "I need an ambulance, my sister died I'm guessing a few days ago, she needs to be taken to the morgue" “Would you like a reward or something? People die everyday.” Replied the person on the other line. “She…she needs an ambulance, sir.” “So will you. You’re never going to get out alive.” Mark threw the phone in shock and watched as it bounced off of the pale blue carpet and flew back to the phone post as if it was a magnet. "No need to be so rough, you could have been a good boy and walked it over!" Laughed a mechanical laugh. "Who are you!" "I will provide for you. You need nothing more than what I can give you. I can give you food, water, shelter. I am here to talk to you if you need someone to talk to. I am the future, I am your future." = =