Three years ago, I never would have guess my sister Adalyn and I would be staying with our dad. There was a time when we were close, but times had changed. Dad had a new woman in his life. Her name was Amber, and she was mean. And by mean, I mean this lady was the devil in disguise. She took my dad away. After he met her when I was 11 and Adalyn was 10, they had a baby, right away. Literally, she was pregnant after 3 months of dating. And that’s where Calvin came from.

I never really got the chance to know my little brother, because before he was born they moved an hour and a half away. My mom told me that was probably all Amber’s idea; to get away and have a life with “her” family. Adalyn and I weren’t in the picture. My dad still called us, every once in a while, but that came to an end very quickly. After about 10 months, he stopped talking to us completely. We never heard from him. Never. That is, until one day three weeks ago.

“Hello, Mrs. Bryan’s room?” Mrs. Bryan, my history teacher said into the phone. “Hello, Mr. Daniels! Yes, she’s in here…. Do you want me to send her down? Okay, I will. Goodbye!” She put the phone down. “Becca! Your mother is here to sign you out.” I was surprised. In my 10 years of school, my mom had never signed me out, unless I was sick. I grabbed my stuff, and looked at Mrs. Bryan. “Is there any homework for tonight?” I asked. “Just make sure you’re end of the year presentation is finished by Friday. That’ll be the last grade of sophomore year!” She said excitedly. I smiled. “Okay, I’ll be sure to do that!” I walked out. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about what she said. Summer was almost here, sophomore year is almost done. I’m almost a junior!

As I walked to the office, I saw my mom talking to Mr. Daniels. Adalyn was sitting in the chair next to them. “Becca!” She said, and stood up. “Rebecca, Adalyn, come on, I’ve signed you out, now it’s time to leave. Thank you for understanding, Mr. Daniels.” She said. At this point, I had no idea what was going on. I smiled at Mr. Daniels. “Goodbye, Rebecca and Adalyn!” He said. Adalyn waved. “Why did you sign us out, mom?” Adalyn asked. “I’ll explain in the car.” She replied.

As I sat down in the passenger seat of the car, mom sighed. “Girls, your father called me today.” She paused. “He did? Why?” Asked Adalyn. “Well…I don’t know how to put this. Amber was killed last night on her way home from work. A drunk driver hit her head on. They were both pronounced dead at the scene.” The car was silent. I never really had the chance to get to know Amber, but I still felt the feeling of grief, because I knew that Amber had parents and siblings, and for my father, who had loved her, seemingly more than Adalyn and I. “Wow…” Was all Adalyn could manage. That’s when I piped in. “Poor Calvin!” I couldn’t even bear to think about losing my own mother. The thought of Calvin, a child of only four years, without a mother. I wanted to hug my mom. “But-” She started again. “But what??” Interrupted Adalyn. “But, your dad wants you guys to come stay with him. To help him cope., and to watch over Calvin while he works.” “What about school…?” I said, thinking about my end of the year project. “I can’t just skip the last week of school!” “Well, Becca, that’s what I talked to Mr. Daniels about. I explained the situation. You guys have two days left this week, and one day next week. If you two get all your assignments turned in tomorrow, you can be excused for family purposes.” I sat there in my seat, just thinking. “Can you do that, Rebecca?” She asked. “Yes mom, I only have one thing due.” “And you, Adalyn?” She was beginning to sound strict, “Yes mom.” She said, quietly. “Great. Your father will appreciate it.”

And that’s how I ended up here. At my day’s house, an hour and a half away from my mom and all my friends, for a month. Yes, a whole month. It was extremely awkward at first. My dad just lays around and mopes. After the weekend, he decided he would go back to work. “You two make sure you watch Calvin real well, okay? Don’t let him into anything!” He sounded mean. More mean than I could ever remember. “Okay dad.” We agreed.

Monday morning, I was woken by screaming. It was 3 o’clock a.m. It was Calvin screaming. It woke Adalyn up too. “What…is he doing?” She asked me half asleep. “I don’t know. Should I get him?” I asked. “Yeah…probably.” She said, and rolled back over. I sighed and got up. I walked down the long dark hallway into Calvin’s room. He was laying in his bed, screaming. As I got closer, I could see he was sitting up, instead of laying down, “Cal, what’s wrong?” I asked. He just cried, and pointed at the closet. “Dodie! Dodie!” He said, pointing at the closet. “What’s that?” I asked, getting annoyed. “Dodie!” He said, crying. “Go to sleep Calvin. I don’t care.” I pushed him back down into his bed and walked out. When I had my back to the door, I realized the light was on. “That’s weird…” I said to myself, and turned around. I entered Calvin’s room once again. This time he was standing on his bed, staring at the wall. “Yes, Dodie. I  won’t. I pwomise!” He said. “Calvin! What are you doing?” I yelled. “Dodie need help! Dodie want me help!” He said, jumping up and down. “I don’t care about your imaginary friend, Calvin. GO TO BED, or I’m getting dad!” I said, closing the door very hard behind me. After that, Calvin was silent and I ended up going back to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of pancakes. “What the..?” I said. I went downstairs and was shocked to see Adalyn, trying to make pancakes. “Hey sis! I’m cooking!” “I can see that….” I said, and sat down at the table. “Where’s Calvin?” I asked. “Oh, he’s playing in the toy room. Should I make him a plate?” She asked me, “No, Adalyn. Let him starve. Of course you should make him a plate!” She looked at me and said, “What’s your issue?” “I’m not sure, Adalyn. I’m just irritated. This house is creepy and old, day’s being a dick, and then putting up with Calvin just tops it off.” “You’re right.” She said, putting a plate of pancakes and toast in front of me. “This house really is creepy. I swear I heard footsteps. Like, heavy man footsteps when I woke up! But dad isn’t here?” She looked frightened. “Well…it’s an old house. It’s bound to creek.” I said. “I’ll go grab Calvin.”

As I approached him, I felt a strange feeling. Almost like nausea. “Calvin…” I said. “Breakfast time…” He looked at me “Dodie doesn’t want you here.” I laughed. “I don’t wanna be here either.” “Dodie gonna hurt you.” He said smiling. I smiled back. “Okay Calvin, that’s great. Now it’s time to eat.” I picked him up and he started screaming, “No Dodie, that’s my toy! My toy! I want that one!” He was kicking and flailing his arms. “Calvin, stop it!” I placed him in the chair at the table. He looked at Adalyn, “Dodie doesn’t like you either.” He laughed. “What’s that even mean?” Adalyn asked. “Dodie gonna hurt you.” He said. “Ha, okay, enough with this stuff, Cal. Eat your food.” He looked back into the toy room. The tv shut off. “Dodie don’t like that show.” We ignored him.

When my dad was home, I decided to ask him about ‘Dodie’. He was sitting in his office, filing papers. “Dad.” I said. “Yes?” “I have a question, but it’s kind of strange.” “What is it?” “Does Calvin have an imaginary friend?” “What?” He turned around in his chair. “Does Calvin have an imaginary friend?” I repeated. “Well…no. Not that I know of.” He looked at me strangely. “Why?” “Oh. I was just wondering.” “Okay then, Rebecca. Why don’t you go outside or something?” I stared at him blankly. Why would I go outside? There’s nothing to do there. But I didn’t argue. “Okay dad.”  I walked over to Adalyn. “Lets go for a walk.” She didn’t hesitate. “Anything to get me away from Calvin!” “Why do you say that?” I asked. “He’s freaking me out, with this imaginary friend stuff. He won’t stop saying his imaginary friend is gonna hurt us, and when I threaten to tell dad, he stars crying. Not nomal crying, either, like bawling. Like something is hurting him.” “That’s strange…” I said as we walked out the door.

“Hi.” A voice said, as we were walking down a wooded path. I turned around to see a little girl, about 7, sitting on the path. She was wearing a white gown, her hair neatly tied in a bow. She looked perfectly normal, until I got closer. She had cuts all over her body, and her dress was ripped in some spots. “Hi…..” I said. “Are you lost? Do you need help??” “No.” She said, and looked back down at the ground. “What’re your names?” She asked us. “I’m Becca, and this is my sister, Adalyn.” Adalyn waved. “I’m Abigail.” She said. “I’m lookin’ for my momma and papa. I can’t find ‘em anywhere.” I was startled by the way she was speaking. “Oh…I’m sorry, where do you live?” I asked, trying to help her. “In that ol’ black house up the path and on the corner. My granddaddy built it back durin’ the civil war!” She seemed impressed. I, on the other hand, was in shock. “That can’t be true. That’s my dad’s house, and it has been for 4 years.” She looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t a cute, innocent, little girl smile either. It was menacing. “Oh, okay. Well I’m gonna warn you guys, watch out.” She got up, and ran through the woods. “That was creepy!!” Adalyn said, almost in tears. We walked all throughout the woods, and ended up where Abigail would have came out. All that was there was a pond and some trees.

When we got back to the house, my dad was asleep on the couch. Calvin was sitting in the corner, looking at the fireplace. “Dodie, Dodie, come pway! Dada’s sweeping, come pway!” He started laughing, and throwing a ball at the wall. “Pway Dodie pway!” He was smiling now. It wasn’t like his usual smile. It looked exactly like Abigail’s creepy smirk. “Calvin, you get out of there now!” I yelled. He just sat and smiled at me, this creepy smile that’s burned in my mind. “Dodie’s gonna get you tonight! He’s gonna get you!” He said, laughing. All of a sudden it seemed as if the room got darker. Calvin screamed and laughed louder, pleading at ‘Dodie’ to come play. This was enough to wake my dad. “What the hell is going on??” He yelled. And at that very moment, it all stopped. The room was no longer dark, Calvin wasn’t playing or screaming anymore, and the uneasy feeling I had was gone.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was too scared. I didn’t know what was going on. I was confused. “Who is Dodie?” I thought to myself. I lied there awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, I was almost asleep, when it happened. The dream. I dreamt of the woods, and Abigail. But it wasn’t real. Abigail had red eyes, and blood coming out of her mouth. She lived inside the pond, and she tried to drown Adalyn and I. Calvin was there, too. We screamed, “Calvin! Get dad! Get dad! Help!” But he just stood there. It was then, that a tall dark figure appeared. I couldn’t make out his face, or any features for that matter, but I knew he was scary. He was terrifying. And in the dream, he grabbed Calvin’s hand, and stood there while Abigail tried to kill us. The last thing I remember about the dream is Calvin looking up at the figure and saying, “Dodie it worked!”

I screamed. I’ve never been more scared in my life, I jumped out of bed and looked at the clock. It was 2:59. I watched as it turned to 3:00, and at that very second, Calvin’s screaming started again, just like the night before. This time, I decided to wake my dad up to take care of it. I walked into his bedroom. “Dad. Dad…wake up.” He sat up. “Huh??” “Dad, Calvin’s having a fit.” He got out of bed, and walked with me upstairs to Calvin’s room. We stood outside the door. I heard a quiet voice singing “ring around the rosie”, and Calvin’s screaming was louder than ever. “Rebecca! What did you wake me up for?” He said, very angrily. “Dad, Calvin’s screaming!” “Bullshit! Do you hear any noise whatsoever coming from that room??” I looked at him and broke down. Why could I hear the screams and the singing but he couldn’t?? “Dad! He’s screaming! And someone’s singing in there!!” “Rebecca, you know I have to be up for work in 3 hours! I don’t have time for this!” He turned around and walked away. I was too scared to go in the room, but I had to stop that screaming. I busted the door open. “Calvin!” I yelled. He looked up from his bed. He smiled. “Dodie’s coming tonight.” He laughed. “Calvin, you need to stop with that. I’m serious! Nobody’s gonna hurt me OR Adalyn!” I went to walk out of the room, when I suddenly lost breath. “Are you sure about that, Rebecca?” A voice asked me. “What?? Who said that?” I gasped. “It’s Dodie!” Yelled Calvin. I screamed. Adalyn came bursting into the room. “Becca! What’s wrong?!?!” She stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh…my…god!” She yelled. She pointed at the wall. In blood, was written “I’m here for you.” She screamed, and fell to the floor beside me. She grabbed my hand, and cried. We both sat there, screaming and crying, while Calvin was over there laughing and smiling, and ‘Dodie’ was standing over us. “I tried to warn you, multiple times. I never WANTED to hurt you. But I have to.” He said. He grabbed Adalyn by the neck, and threw her in the closet. He was slowly creeping closer to me. Closer and closer, very slowly. The singing sounded louder, and Calvin’s laugh became louder. Dodie had me backed into the wall. “Hi, Rebecca.” He said. It was a pitch black room, but from what I could see, he was a corpse. He was a dead body. How was he walking? How was he here!? His eyes were sunken in, his face was molding, his teeth yellow and pointy. There was a very faint, yellow-white light in the back of his black eyes. He grabbed me by the neck. His fingers were cold and bony. I was scared. I screamed. “Dad!! Dad!! Help me!!!” “Nobody can help you now, I’m sorry, dear. And your sister is next.” He said, laughing. I began crying. He pulled a knife out of his pocket. He slowly waved it in front of my face. He gently scraped it against my face. I was crying. I knew I was about done for. I was scared. I was giving up. I blacked out.

I remember waking up in a hospital bed. I looked around and saw my mom, dad, and Adalyn. Adalyn had dark bruises on her neck and face. “Thank god!! Rebecca you’re okay!” She came over and hugged me. “W-what happened?” I asked. My dad came up to me. “I’m so sorry. Becca, I really am. I should have listened to you.”  I was still dazed and confused. Adalyn came and sat beside me. “He was attacking you. Dodie was. He pushed me into the closet, but I had my cell phone. I called the cops right away, and told them I wasn’t sure what was going on, but they needed to hurry. And after I hung up with them, I started recording everything going on. Calvin’s laughing and screaming, Dodie hurting you, and your screams and pleads. He must have suffocated you, because after a little while, you stopped screaming. That was when the cops came! They came into the room, turned on the lights, and he was gone. All the music, all the screams, were gone. Dodie was gone. The writing on the wall was gone. The cops came to find you, unconscious, laying on the ground, me, shaking in the closet, and a sleeping Calvin. But I have proof! I have proof that Dodie was there!” She said, pulling out her phone. She turned it all the way up, and started to play the recording. Mom and dad looked at eachother puzzled. “When do you hear laughing, Adalyn?” She checked her phone to make sure it was turned up. “I do hear laughing??!!” She said. “Don’t you hear singing and Calvin’s screams? Don’t you hear Dodie telling Becca he’s gonna get her?? How do you not hear that?? Becca do you hear it?!” Adalyn was frantic. “Yes! Yes I do! I do hear it!” I said, choking up. “I hear nothing, Adalyn, nothing. I hear your heavy breathing, and I hear Becca’s screams. There’s nothing there Adalyn.” My parents looked at eachother. I was shaking, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Why? Written in blood on my hospital wall was, “I’m not done yet.”

 

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