06-13-2014, 10:44 PM
Erin yawned and put her pen in her notebook, closing it. She looked at her watch. It was almost eleven at night. She could hear the heavy rain as it beat against the windows of the modern styled mansion she was inside. Only a lamp beside the couch she sat on lit a small area of the room. The rest of the house was dark.
Little Jackson's parents would be home from their date night soon, and Erin would be released to go home. She babysat in the evenings and on weekends. Just a side job to keep her afloat while she worked on her book. It would be her first book, and she didn't have any prior writing experience, and no college under her belt. It wasn't like she couldn't go, she was only 19.
Never the less, school just wasn't her thing. She rested her head against the back of the couch and groaned. Maybe writing wasn't her thing either. She had the worst kind of writer's block, and she'd never really written before. It was a very sudden interest. And she was known for being impulsive.
A creaking sound from somewhere in the house, caused her to sit straight. She squinted into the darkness. It must be the house settling, she told herself. She adjusted her ponytail and straightened out her army green tank top, and relaxed, but heard another noise from somewhere else.
Erin slid her notebook off her lap and stood, glancing towards the stairs. Jackson had been asleep for a few hours now and wasn't known to get up in the night. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She padded barefoot into the kitchen and flipped on the light with a very eerie feeling creeping up her spine.
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