help you?” Rachel’s dad asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“You most certainly can!” Violet said, as she pushed past John and Betsy and forced her way into their house. “C’mon!” she demanded her subjects.
“Excuse me?” Rachel’s mom, Betsy said. “Who are you?”
“Does that really matter?” Violet said with a cackle.
Violet walked around the downstairs, taking everything in, the smells, the family pictures, and the furniture, all of it. She ran her finger over the dusty coffee table and then put her finger up to her mouth and blew the dust off in Betsy’s face as she stood there in awe watching.
“Now, young lady, what do you think you’re doing? This is our house!” John said, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I’m just getting the lay of the land Pops!” Violet answered.
“Lay of the land?” John questioned.
“Yup! That’s what I said, you going deaf?” Violet snarked.
She watched as John turned bright red in the face and she could tell he was starting to get angry. She loved every minute of it and wanted to keep it going for as long as she could. She knew she had these two, and could torment the crap out of them.
“Would you look at this, the fam!” Violet said as she looked at a painted portrait of Rachel’s family on the beach. “What a lovely painting this is! Although, Pops, with all due respect, you’re not smiling here,” Violet said pointing to his face. “Let me see what I can do!” Violet said as she reached into her black messenger bag and pulled out a black marker. She pulled open the cap and then began to draw a smile on the painting. When she finished she looked at her work, which she knew was downright ugly and said, “There, much better!”
“No, our painting!” cried Betsy. “You’re a monster!”
“I’m going to have to ask you and your, um, friends to leave now,” John said in a stern voice.
Violet stared at him, smelling the fear that oozed off his body. “I’m going to have to ask you and your, um, friends to leave now!” she mocked him. “I don’t think so. Not so fast, we’ve only just arrived here. We couldn’t leave yet,” Violet said as she stared back at the family photo.
“What a lovely fam you’ve got here! Two good-looking parents, and three beautiful children. It must be nice to have such an attractive looking family!” Violet said rhetorically.
“Can we help you with something?” John asked.
“Well, now that you mention it, you can. Why don’t you sit down a moment so we can chat,” Violet asked.
“No, I don’t think that will be necessary,” John said, looking at Betsy as they both shook their heads in agreement.
“SIT DOWN!” Violet repeated herself, this time much louder.
“Don’t tell us what to do in our own home!” John retorted angrily.
“You will sit down this minute!” Violet laughed and summoned two of her subjects to transport them across the room and sit them on the couch opposite Violet. As she watched this pathetic pair float through the air, towards the chairs, she let out a big laugh.
“Help!” Betsy said, as her body lifted off the ground uncontrollably.
“Betsy, I don’t like this!” John said simultaneously.
“Oh stop worrying,” Violet said, “We’re not going to hurt you. We just have a few things we need to talk to you about.”
Violet sat there, looking at the pair, who looked as if they had just been sentenced to the electric chair. Their mouths hung open, their eyes wide with panic and fear. She reveled in this as she sat back in the soft brown leather chair and put her feet up on the white painted coffee table. She then dug her pointy heels into the fresh white paint and watched as it chipped off the table in big white flakes. She could tell Betsy wanted to scream, but didn’t say a word. She knew from this moment on, she had them wrapped around her bony little finger.
“So, I bet you’re wondering why we’ve asked you here today?” Violet
“You most certainly can!” Violet said, as she pushed past John and Betsy and forced her way into their house. “C’mon!” she demanded her subjects.
“Excuse me?” Rachel’s mom, Betsy said. “Who are you?”
“Does that really matter?” Violet said with a cackle.
Violet walked around the downstairs, taking everything in, the smells, the family pictures, and the furniture, all of it. She ran her finger over the dusty coffee table and then put her finger up to her mouth and blew the dust off in Betsy’s face as she stood there in awe watching.
“Now, young lady, what do you think you’re doing? This is our house!” John said, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I’m just getting the lay of the land Pops!” Violet answered.
“Lay of the land?” John questioned.
“Yup! That’s what I said, you going deaf?” Violet snarked.
She watched as John turned bright red in the face and she could tell he was starting to get angry. She loved every minute of it and wanted to keep it going for as long as she could. She knew she had these two, and could torment the crap out of them.
“Would you look at this, the fam!” Violet said as she looked at a painted portrait of Rachel’s family on the beach. “What a lovely painting this is! Although, Pops, with all due respect, you’re not smiling here,” Violet said pointing to his face. “Let me see what I can do!” Violet said as she reached into her black messenger bag and pulled out a black marker. She pulled open the cap and then began to draw a smile on the painting. When she finished she looked at her work, which she knew was downright ugly and said, “There, much better!”
“No, our painting!” cried Betsy. “You’re a monster!”
“I’m going to have to ask you and your, um, friends to leave now,” John said in a stern voice.
Violet stared at him, smelling the fear that oozed off his body. “I’m going to have to ask you and your, um, friends to leave now!” she mocked him. “I don’t think so. Not so fast, we’ve only just arrived here. We couldn’t leave yet,” Violet said as she stared back at the family photo.
“What a lovely fam you’ve got here! Two good-looking parents, and three beautiful children. It must be nice to have such an attractive looking family!” Violet said rhetorically.
“Can we help you with something?” John asked.
“Well, now that you mention it, you can. Why don’t you sit down a moment so we can chat,” Violet asked.
“No, I don’t think that will be necessary,” John said, looking at Betsy as they both shook their heads in agreement.
“SIT DOWN!” Violet repeated herself, this time much louder.
“Don’t tell us what to do in our own home!” John retorted angrily.
“You will sit down this minute!” Violet laughed and summoned two of her subjects to transport them across the room and sit them on the couch opposite Violet. As she watched this pathetic pair float through the air, towards the chairs, she let out a big laugh.
“Help!” Betsy said, as her body lifted off the ground uncontrollably.
“Betsy, I don’t like this!” John said simultaneously.
“Oh stop worrying,” Violet said, “We’re not going to hurt you. We just have a few things we need to talk to you about.”
Violet sat there, looking at the pair, who looked as if they had just been sentenced to the electric chair. Their mouths hung open, their eyes wide with panic and fear. She reveled in this as she sat back in the soft brown leather chair and put her feet up on the white painted coffee table. She then dug her pointy heels into the fresh white paint and watched as it chipped off the table in big white flakes. She could tell Betsy wanted to scream, but didn’t say a word. She knew from this moment on, she had them wrapped around her bony little finger.
“So, I bet you’re wondering why we’ve asked you here today?” Violet
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