Mommy

On a dark rainy night, in an area off the coast of Lake Erie, stands a secluded trailer off the beaten path. The trailer is old but in decent shape, it is also a 14 by 40 foot single wide. About 30 feet away is a stream of water approximately 10 feet wide flowing north towards the lake. The trees hang low over the opposite bank. There is also an old, rusted dock that juts out into the stream to land a boat. Jillian does have a small rusted out aluminum bass boat.

Around 8 pm, Jillian Ross tries to get her children to go to sleep, the kids start to complain about going into their bedroom with panicky voices, “Mommy there is a little girl that runs around the room at night, please don’t make us go to the room alone.” Without skipping a beat, Jillian hurries them to brush their teeth and reassures them that there is nothing to fear in their room. The Mother comforts them, helps them get changed for bed and proceeds to tuck the children into the beds kissing each of them good night.

The children lay in their beds, each with there own flashlights by their bedsides. The children quietly drifted off to sleep, comfortably dreaming about stuff children dream of when they live in a haunted house where no one listens to them.

Jillian was in the kitchen of the single wide trailer. She lived with the two children as an only mother and tried to make ends meet with a dead end job that only covered enough to leave 30 bucks for food a week. To her life was a full time job at work and at home.

While doing the dishes she heard a noise come from the back end of the trailer. She hollered for the children to go back to bed. In response a wicked laugh of a single child echoed from the hall. She walked back to the beginning of the hall and said, “If you two kids don’t get to bed before I walk to the end of this hall I will ground you both.” With that being said she proceeded down the hall to the children’s room. She looked in the door surprised to see both of the children sound asleep. She pulled the door closed a little tighter with a confused look on her face as she turned back towards the kitchen, she sees a child out the corner of her eye, a child running in the kitchen behind the cabinets. She walked toward the front of the trailer, cautiously and quietly. As she rounded the cabinets there was no one there, but the dish water from the sink was over flowing and pouring out all over the kitchen floor. Now