{{Disclaimer}} I wrote this in a different voice. I hope you'll be able to pin the reason why. Also, I hoped this chapter would be good as a stand alone as well. But if you'd like to check out the beginning, Part 1 is available at this link:
https://www.reddit.com/r/creepypasta/comments/7ojlkm/a_place_to_call_home_1/
Part 2--Millicent
Millicent awoke suddenly to 12 chimes of the grandfather clock. The room she slept in was only a few doors down from the master bedroom, and right above the study that housed the bothersome clock. She laid awake for a few minutes. After realizing sleep was no longer in her grasp, she decided to check on Whitney and fetch herself a glass of water.
Millie opened her bedroom door and started down the hallway. She’s been staying at the house ever since Whitney’s parents disappeared. The mini mansion was definitely filled with comforts that Millie had gone without for most of her life, but in truth the place always made her feel uncomfortable. The house is definitely old, of Georgian architecture, yet there was an unsettling quiet. She is used to noises; squeaks and drafts that would normally accompany an older home. But everything here was dead silent, especially in the night. Even as she walked down the hallway, the wooden floors made not a creak.
As she lightly pressed on Whitney’s door, her horror only grew with each inch of the revealing gap; the bedroom was empty. Not only was Whitney missing, but her bed was in pristine condition, perfectly made without a hint of disturbance. A panic started to brew within Millicent. She scanned the room, looking for anything out of place. Whitney’s backpack and good boots,were missing. Millie knew then that Whitney had left on her own will, for this is a scene that she is familiar with. But with a young girl in a different time.
An instinct struck a part of Millicent and took over. She rushed to the window. Closed. There was no way she went that way, plus the fall was too high. Millie then checked all the doors that could lead outside. Everything was locked the way it always has been at this time. This confirmed her suspicions. Millie rushed back to Whitney’s room. She began searching again frantically, more desperate for any clue of Whitney’s destination. She tore the sheets off the bed, lifted the mattress, and dumped every drawer in her dresser. A heavy, sinking feeling began to manifest in her heart the longer she wasn’t able to find anything. Millie wanted to find a note, a diary, anything! Whitney wasn’t the type to leave things out of consideration.
She turned over the old toy chest that was pushed to the corner of her closet, and out came only a doll, a few legos, and an iPad.
Pressing the home button, Millie found that the iPad had a full charge. She first went to the Notes, for she was used to seeing Whitney type away within them. In her latest entry, time-stamped earlier that day, she found what she was looking for: ‘Today, I decided to stop being afraid... I came up with a plan. At school, I didn’t eat the lunch Millie packed for me. I spent that time doing research on YouTube. Once I got home, I was able to grab more bread, cheese, fruit, and water bottles to throw in my backpack while Millie was busy tidying up. As soon as she went to bed for the night, I went straight into my father’s study. I have never been allowed in, but of course I already know my way around it quite well. Under his desk, there is a small compartment where he keeps a Colt Revolver….’ Millie slumped down against the wall, trying to digest everything she was reading. This young girl, must have been tortured in some way.
Millie read one more entry, just from a few days prior: ‘4 months ago I decided to prove to my parents once and for all that I wasn’t lying. I left my iPad in the closet, with the video on, so I could catch these noises and maybe some other form of evidence. I closed the closet just enough to make sure I could grab the iPad but still hide most of whatever is in there. I stayed up all night waiting for anything to happen. I got my wish at midnight, when the Thing spoke to me. This time there was no whisper, it was loud and clear...and in English.’ Immediately, Millie went to the Photos app on the iPad. The most recent thumbnail was the only thumbnail, and it was a pitch black frame with a 4 hour time stamp. Millicent tapped on it and listened to complete silence for two minutes before she decided to just see what the last few minutes might hold. At the 3:55 mark, she saw two specks of light, as if they were eyes floating in the darkness. Her hand trembled as she hesitantly pressed play. After a few moments of watching the eyes stare into her, she heard the raspy, dreadful voice she’s spent years trying to forget.
“Ok girl. I’ll give you what you want, just to get what I need.”
The eyes in the video illuminated, revealing the Thing’s face. The blue-green skin of it had deep grooves and cracks in it, as if it were bark. The slits in place of its nostrils flared open and a mouth of blunted teeth smiled wildly as a centipede crawled across his cheek. The iPad then shorted out, shocking Millie as she tossed it to the other side of the closet. She ran out of the room, grabbed her keys and rushed out of the house with only her nightgown and cell phone. She headed in the direction of her sister’s house, calling her repeatedly along the way. Thankfully, she didn’t live too far away. In a matter of minutes, Millicent pulled into her sister’s driveway, hitting the curb and parking halfway on the grass. She ran to the front door and made as much noise as possible. Beating the door and screaming for her sibling.
Finally, she appeared at the door with sleep in her eyes and a scowl.
“What the hell could this possibly be about?”
Millie grabbed her by the shoulders. “Rose! I saw it again….we didn’t kill it….”