Jon's mom, Cindy, was vacuuming. It took a lot of work to keep her house clean, as small as it was. Honestly, she had no idea how her family could fit into such a small space. If it wasn't for the mysterious way her children disappeared each night...
Where had those girls gotten to? Cindy shut off the vacuum and started looking. She could understand Jon forgetting something, he was like that. But wouldn't he had called...?
She froze as she left the living room. She had lived here for 6 years and what she saw shocked her to her core.
Where had this staircase come from? her house had no second floor? Did those girls do it?
She cautiously creeped up the stairs. There were four doors. The first looked like a bathroom. A kid's bathroom. Mikey had been here, she could tell. One of his shirts was on the floor. She sighed. Of course he would make a mess of a room she couldn't clean.
The next door was to a dark room. The window was covered and the walls were painted black. A haze of incense wafted out when she opened the door. Zoe. It had to be. If she could have designed a room, this would be what it looked like. She poked at the mess on the bed. Just clothes. She retreated softly back to the hallway.
Mikey's room, if that's what it was, was on the other side. He had toys all over the floor. She would speak to him about it. She would speak to them ALL about it, hiding rooms from her! Who did they think she was? She had the right to know about extra stories on her home.
The last door was closed. Cindy reached towards the knob but stopped as she heard voices. Loud voices, argumentative, feminine voices.
She didn't ntend to eavesdrop, but it was kind of hard to not listen in...
