Afraid

Name: Imogen Reed
Hair Colour: Blondy-Brown
Eye Colour: Deep Green
D.O.B: 24•12•93
Age: 19
Nationality: British/Irish
Style: Jeans & T-Shirt
Fave Food: Sushi
Fave Colour: Black
Bed: Queen-sized
Wall Colour: Purple
Phone: iPhone 5
Accessories: iPad 2, 2 Acer laptops, iPod and Apple laptop
Pet(s): Sherlock (Great Dane crossed with Old English Sheepdog)
House: 3 story Victorian era
Boyfriend: NONE
Siblings: Maria Reed, Denise Reed, Sienna Reed, Spencer Reed
Biological Parents: Grace Fletcher (Irish) & Harold Reed (British)
Step-parents: Jeanette Day (Irish) & Daniel Simmington (Irish)
Offspring: NONE
Previous Jobs: Waitress, Dancer, Performer, McDonalds, Primark, Marks&Spencer's, Tesco (model), Next (model), River Island (model), New Look (model)
Job: Model
NOTES: The house could be...

Haunted

My eyes were closed. I lay on my bed. I heard faint laughter. I sat up. Then, like always, there was nothing. I rubbed my eyes. I glanced over at my yellow digital clock. 8:12 AM. I turned on my lamp and got out of bed. I did the morning routine: stretch, yawn, shower, healthy-no-fat breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth and go. That day I wore a pair of black skinny-jeans, a loose t-shirt saying "NO QUESTIONS, NO LIES" in a big red heart on a black lace background. I grabbed a black mac, a brown Mulberry bag and put on my fave shoes; my red crinkle-effect boot-heels from Primark. I grabbed my keys and ran out. I was a few minutes late. I unlocked the car as I ran. It was a sexy black Audi R8. Bought for me specially on my seventeenth birthday. Even though this baby came out a while ago, the people I pass can't stop staring. In the summer it looked more stunning cause I have no tinted windows and cat-eyed sunglasses. I got in and set the engine off. I put my hands on the leather wheel and sped off.

"Sorry I'm late!" I said as I came in.
"Don't worry, love. Just go get changed and we'll get started," the photographer smiled. I stepped into the changing room and saw all that was left to model; a red satin evening dress, a floral bra and knicker set, a neon orange balcony bra (also with knickers) and a black sequin mini dress. I started to undress and had just slipped into the floral bra and knickers when my boss screamed 'come here NOW!!!!'. I ran out of the changing room and settled on a seat that was placed in the centre of the room. I posed as required; legs crossed, hands by my sides. Then an man came in. I jolted. Why was he here? This was supposed to be privet. He had wavy, dark blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. A Simon Baker look alike. He winked at me. I somehow knew that only I saw. I smiled.
"I'll leave you two alone," the photographer said quickly. I could tell that she wasn't happy. Maybe even worried.
He grabbed a chair and sat next to me.
"I know where you live," he said in a low, secretive tone.
"Why would I mind?" I joked,"but who told you?"
"Your mum."
"I'm not being funny."
"Neither am I. She told me. I arrived at her house just before she died."
"Wha-?!"
He placed his index on his finger on my lips.
"You're in trouble. Your mother was haunted and eventually killed by a demon. I know he wants something. We both knew. She made a deal with him; she wanted wealth. But the price was that he could take her first born female. You."
I was choked up but found the strength to say something.
"Wh-what are you telling me?"
He held my hands and looked into my eyes. I felt... fuzzy. (Well, go figure; with looks like that, who wouldn't?!)
"I'm going home with you."

"It isn't much to look at but it's home."
He hung his coat up and looked around.
"Nice. Victorian."
I ran up behind him and grabbed his hand.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
I looked dead in his eyes.
"I'm trying to save you."
"But how can I know for sure? I don't even know your name."
He asked me where my TV was and I showed him. He pulled out a few discs. I didn't know how this would let me know for sure he was helping or if it would tell me his name.
"This will shock you. Scare you. Make you afraid."
He gestured to the CD's in his hand.
"Not meaning to sound cocky but, I don't think I'll be afraid," I smiled, shaking my head.
He chuckled, also shaking his head. He slid disc number 1 in and waited. Then, the blue screen flickered to life.
'"If you find this; my name is Helena. I am 41 years of age and I did a terrible thing; I made a deal with a demon. So it should be no surprise that strange things have been happening. I can get no help. But, Patric, I know you will protect my Immy. I love you, Immy. I always have and always will.
11:56 PM
LOUD FOOTSTEPS
DOOR CLOSING
HELENA WAKING
HELENA TALKING: Get out. Leave.
DEMON GROWLING
DEMON HOWLING
HELENA SCREAMING
HELENA BEING SHAKEN
HELENA GOING LIMP
HELENA BEING DROPPED
DEMON HOWLING TRIUMPHANTLY"
"Stop. Skip to the end of the last disc," I ordered. I sat on the edge of my chair.
He started the last disc and looked me in the eye.
"I'm warning you," he said.
"HELENA SCREAMING
HELENA CRYING: Get out! Get out! Leave me alone!
DEMON GROWLING: Why should I? You promised me. Your daughter is mine!
HELENA BEING STABBED
HELENA SPLUTTERING BLOOD
HELENA GROANING
HELENA SHRIEKING
HELENA DIES
DEMON CHUCKLES: I'm coming for you. Imogen."
I was curled into a ball and rocking backwards and forwards.
"I warned you," Patric smiled.
"Yeah, you did. And, again, your right; I'm afraid."

I couldn't sleep. It wasn't 'cause I wouldn't let Patric in and cruelly forced him to sleep on the sofa even when I knew something was here but... there seemed like no other option. Thank God it was Saturday. When I hauled myself out of be at 9:35, I saw that Patric was already up. And helping himself to some coffee.
"Morning," he smiled.
"Mornin'," I replied sleepily,"Did anything happen last night?"
"No," he said whilst sipping on his burning beverage.
"Thank God," I sighed.
"What are you sighing for? I was the one who was out on the couch!"
"I know and I'm sorry. It's just strange, y'know? I'm sorry. How was it? For you?"
"Scary as hell. I've watched all those discs."
I walked over to him and he hugged me.
"I'll help you sort this out."
His warm voice vibrated through my head, throwing me into... something indescribable.
"Do you know when the haunting will start?" I asked.
"Tonight? Tomorrow? Tomorrow night? I think tonight is most likely though. After a day or two, the demon will come looking for the next target; he doesn't like to be kept waiting. And if you put up a fight and the haunting lasts for months, you can bet that he'll have gotten really pissed."
"Oh, well. That's nice..." I said.
I looked into his eyes. Did he have experience? Did he have the equipment? Did he have the knowledge? The courage? The will?
He closed his eyes and leaned forward. I didn't know what I was doing but I seemed to be closing my eyes and reaching up to kiss him.
Slowly our lips came together. Then, just as quickly as it happened, it stopped. He pulled away.