"What did I do?.." Alex asked, still sleepy.
"You--eh, well, uhm..." Evelyn shook her head. "Forget it, I'm gonna go take a shower."

Jack was feeling lazy that day, and wanted to get his mind off of Alex's stupidity. He sat in the recliner and pulled out his phone.

ouch, that was a little harsh.
I mean, his laugh. That goddamned French. Laugh.

Evelyn walked in her bedroom, passing the sleeping twins, and walked in the shower. She undressed and stepped in, taking a cold shower.

He sat there for a moment, scrolling through his phone. "What to do..."

"Baby, I've been, I've been losin' sleep..." A female voice sang, her singing as beautiful as the beach and smooth as silk. "Dreamin' about the things that we could be.."

Jackknife was still asleep, giving the occasional snore.

But baby I've been, I've been prayin' hard...
'Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be counting stars...

SORRY IT'S IN MY HEAD NOW ^.^;

... /)____(\

"But baby, I've been prayin' hard.. Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be, we'll be countin'.. ~stars~"

With a sudden half-snore-half-cough, Jackknife woke up coughing and wheezing. He cleared his throat and shot up, propping up on his elbows. "Some dream..."

Yeah, we'll be countin' stars...

.... Can you not...

Evelyn stepped out of the shower, continuously humming the song Counting Stars. She grabbed a towel and wrapped herself in it. She glanced at herself in the mirror and then quickly dried her aparently sexy, cough, Jackknife, cough body.

Jackknife: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He stood up and slipped on some pajama pants. I wonder if Evelyn is awake now... He walked out of his room and entered the livingroom. "What's up?"

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Alex's eyes sparkled as Evelyn walked back in the room, now wearing a black hoodie and skinny jeans. Her hair was in a messy, but cute, ponytail. She got glommed by Alex. "You are a beautiful singer~" His eye sparkel intensified.

Easily agreeing, but pretending he didn't hear her singing, Jack smiled without looking up from his phone.

Evelyn shrugged. "I don't see what the fuss is about..."
"Well!.." Simon walked in, holding a hot cup of tea which he got from who knows where. "I do recall reading a horror story--a Creepypasta, specifically, and there was one that caught my eye."
He sipped his tea. Eyelyn raised an eyebrow at her brother. "Earl Gray. Anyways! The story is apparently 'true,'" he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said 'true.' "A female would lure victims, usually little children, toward her by singing a creepy-ass little tune.
"The person that wrote the Creepypasta claims they were lured and barely escaped. The said she had a machete in her hand, the blade ragged and blood-stained. They said she said something along the lines of, 'Have you seen Danny?' The person freaked out and ran. They said her purple eyes were burnt in the back of their head.
"A month or two later, he was out in town late at night, when 'the town was sleeping.'" He quoted. "He heard the cries of a baby, and followed the sound. Once he reached it, the cries had stopped. That same girl was there, except comforting the child. She was holding the baby with one arm, in her hand that same bloody machete."

"_{I don't like this...}" Jack whimpered quietly.
"I'm quite interested." Jackknife was in the hallway, which made Jack jump.

Simon sat his cup of tea down and reached behind his back, holding a bloody machete, with a ragged blade... "He 'cautiously greeted her', the girl turning 'round... crying. Behind her was a dead, Irish man. He was holding a pistol with his cold, dead fingers." He rushed to Evelyn's side, a caring smile on his face. Suddenly, he forcfully lifted her shirt just above her belly-button.
She didn't protest.
A scar was left from a gunshot.
"The girl had been shot, protecting the child. She then ran off."

Jack glanced up and shot his eyes back down, pretending to not have heard and seen the last part.

Jackknife's eyes flickered towards Evelyn, and back to Jack, a look of anger and fear subtle. I knew she was a monster... This time literally.

"Rumor has it," Simon let go of her shirt. "That the man had kidnapped the girl and her brother--and also a black haired teen." He quickly glanced at Alex who looked like he was ready to snap Simon's neck. "They somehow escaped, and the other two somehow died--one by a stomp on the face. The Irish man escaped, and one night found the child. It was a blond baby boy, whom reminded him to much of the girl. He was about to shot then he's suddenly choking on his own blood.
"I'd say the girl's a hero."

A small change in expression, from angered and fearing to shock.

Jack refused to pay attention, and didn't even hear the last part. He had already gotten his ear buds and put them in.

Simon walked past Alex, shoving him with his shoulder. The strange hostility between the two was... strange. The brunette grabbed he TV remote and turned the telly on, switching to the news.
"...Dan Smith escaped the mental institute, if seen please call 911."
"Now this fucker is loose."

A camera swerves to a male running from a very swift purple haired girl, both of her eyes showing. "You idiot, get back here!!" She catches up with him and tackles him to the ground, police surrounding.
"Not bad," Jackknife compliments with a smirk.