This is the sixth part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, and Part V before continuing.
Two movies later, Stacie and Aunt Sabrina decided it was time to get dressed and face the day. Once she was dressed, Stacie went to the dresser to brush out the rat’s nest her hair had become, but there was an empty space where she had placed her hairbrush.
For several seconds, she just stood there and stared at the empty space as her sleep-deprived brain tried to remember what could have happened to the brush. Had she put it somewhere else?
She looked all over the surface of the dresser. She looked on the floor underneath the dresser. She even looked in the drawer labeled “hairbrush”, but it wasn’t there.
Finally, she went to the bathroom to see if she had left the hairbrush there, but there was no sign of it.
She was digging through the cabinet under the sink when Aunt Sabrina came in and asked what she was doing.
“I lost my hairbrush.”
“You what?” Aunt Sabrina’s tone indicated Stacie had said she was having a heart attack.
Stacie looked at her with her best don’t overreact face. “I lost my hairbrush. Why are you acting like I said I need a hospital?”
“Because a hospital can’t help you if the ghosts got hold of your hairbrush. Didn’t you lock it in the drawer?”
“No.”
“Why wouldn’t you lock it in the drawer!”
“Why would I?”
“Every time you visited growing up, I made you lock up your hairbrushes.”
“It was just a childish game. I think I’m a little old for that now.”
Aunt Sabrina smacked her palm to her forehead. “It’s not a game.”
“Come on, Aunt Sabrina, you don’t actually expect me to believe in monsters, do you?”
Aunt Sabrina grabbed Stacie by the shoulders and shook her as she screamed at her, “This is not a game! The ghosts have your hairbrush, and now they have access to you. That’s what you saw last night.”
“What are you talking about?”
Aunt Sabrina took a deep breath as she forced herself to calm down and bring her voice back down to a normal register. “The monsters we told you about when you were kids. They were the ghosts that haunt this house. And locking up your hairbrushes was never a game. It’s survival. We need to fix this. Now.”
She grabbed Stacie by the arm and dragged her into the kitchen.
To be continued…
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