“What was that?” said Kyla jumping out of the cat-snagged, indigo recliner. “Sh, Zeeb,” she whispered picking up her puffy, zebra-striped feline, “something’s up.” Twelve-year old toes, painstakingly polished with red and white polka dots, tip-toed into the moonlit kitchen on worn out, green flip flops. “Hello…” Kyla uttered shoving her long, honey curls away from her face. “Who’s…who’s there?”
Feet slid as a scream filtered throughout humid, summer air, “Whoa!” Landing hard on her bottom, Kyla saw smashed, rotten eggs, orange Jell-O, and various colored liquids splattered on the icy-cold tile floor. “Gross, nasty stuff and it smells like Nathan’s wet socks.” No longer pristinely white, her shorts now looked dipped into a kaleidoscope of mischief. “Oh, just my luck,” she said standing to see her light pink, Degrassi tank top had splotches of muck on it too. Great; my first night home alone and this happens. Clutching onto the Nike golf umbrella hanging from a rickety hook in the walk-in pantry, her heart raced.
Zeeb licked Kyla’s dirty heel as she slashed the air with confidence appearing like a Ninja ready for battle. “Look, Zeeb, the window is shattered too.” Her greenish-blue eyes darted in all directions while a chill consumed her flesh. We’re in big trouble, she thought as an ethereal whisper called her name.