Hello diary. Today was the second day I lived in the Watters' house. Therefore, I decided I had to know my "neighbours" well enough to be able to live harmoniously together. If you didn't know, I am a very sociable and friendly person. But how did I know it was a terrible decision to go and be the initiative guy? It was a wrong, wrong decision.
Today's visit with the Watters would also let me get a sense of the house - in case of an emergency, which I hope doesn't happen.
Firstly, I decided to visit the Master Bedroom. It was a Saturday, so all the Watters were at home. Anyway, from yesterday I knew that Mrs. Watters was a housewife, so she would be at home all the time. I found Mr. Watters in the bedroom, sleeping soundly. Mr. Watters was a very big-sized man. His body was sprawled awkwardly across the whole master bed. I checked my watched. 2.34 p.m. Why was that guy still sleeping? It was afternoon, man!
I walked over to the bed and, with much effort, climbed onto it. Then, I looked at Mr. Watters with my disapproving look. Then I started chiding him. "Hey, you, why are you sleeping? It's a Saturday afternoon! Shouldn't you be up and awake, having fun with your family? Or at least, down there in the living room? Why are you sleeping, hey?" I knew Mr. Watters couldn't hear me. But I was a very helpful and well, if you really must say, a little busybody. I liked to help others.
Apparently Mr. Watters wouldn't be able to hear me. But then, Mr. Watters rubbed his sore eyes and struggled to sit up. "Who...Whose there talking?" he asked. I froze. Was he speaking to me? How could...How could he hear me?
"Hello, Diana, is it you? Or Jackson pulling a prank? Or Brianna scolding me for not taking her to the beach today? I know I promised her, but I worked overnight yesterday!" Mr. Watters shouted downstairs.
I had made some interpretations of my own. Diana was Mrs. Watters. Jackson was that teenager who almost squashed me and my furniture yesterday. Brianna was probably his daughter. Yes, that was more like it.. Diana, or Mrs. Watters shouted back (I guessed it from her voice and what she said), "What, Bert? Us talking to you? You must be out of your mind! Jackson's gone out to play soccer again and Brianna's playing with her dolls! Don't remind her of the beach, you idiot! Later she's going to throw her tantrums again!"
"What? You calling me an idiot?" Bert, or Mr. Watters, muttered to himself. Then, he shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "Am I dreaming? But there was a voice talking to me!"
I almost fell back in shock. Mr. Watters could hear me! But that was impossible! He wasn't supposed to! My voice should be so short that no human, only little people like me, could hear! I decided to try again. "Hey you big guy! Stop sleeping 'n' go down there and join your family!" I shouted.
"See! There's that voice again!" Mr. Watters mumbled to himself. "It seems to be coming from the bed itself." Mr. Watters stumbled to his knees and started crawling around the bed, trying to find "me". What?! He could hear me?! And he was finding me now? But ha, he would never! I was too small to be seen.
"Where's that voice coming from? It must be from a person, but it isn't Diana, Jackson or Brianna! Who can it be..." Mr. Watters continued mumbling to himself as he searched the bed. I was standing on the left top corner of the bed, grinning in delight.
He would never, ever find me. Well, that was what I thought.
Then, I heard a voice. "Aha!" It was Mr. Watters.
Following, a large hand came from above, going to capture me.
"Ahhh!" I screamed.
TO FIND OUT WHAT IS MR. RED'S FATE AND WHY MR. WATTERS CAN SEE MR. RED, READ PART TWO OF CHAPTER TWO: THE WATTERS, COMING SOON! VISIT THE BLOG OFTEN TO READ NEW CHAPTERS! ENJOY!
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