Authors Note: The beginning of this story was part of a journal entry. We had to include certain words in our story.I'm going to add onto it. 

The dilapidated house stood in front of me. The car honked then drove away. Why did my parents have to go on some dumb vacation and leave me here alone. They were going to Hawaii, "perfection" my dad called it. Did they think that I didn't want to go with them, where there was sun, palm trees, and ocean? Anyways, they left without me and dropped me off at my Great Aunt Wilma's. I had never met the woman. She could be a creep or crazy rambunctious killer for all that I knew about her. I started towards the door. As I said before, the house was rundown. There was a board over a upstairs window. I could tell the grass hadn't been cut for awhile and there were weeds everywhere. I continued to walk up the cobblestone path until I reached the door.The front door was closed and the shades were drawn.I rang the doorbell and a bald man answered the door." Excuse me mister, but is there a Wilma here?"
"Sorry, but Wilma died years ago. I bought the house after she died." Great Wilma's dead and my parents are on a plane heading across the country. " What did you want from her?" he asked.
"Well I'm her niece and my parents dropped me off here because they are going on vacation." I explained.
"They didn't come to the door with you? That's weird."
"Well they were really excited to go on their vacation."
"Ok, you can come in for right now." he said. The man seemed nice enough. I walked inside then realized I had made a mistake. In the living room there was a pigeon on it's perch. There was also a turtle in a tank, three cats, and a huge St. Bernard dog. "Wow, you have a lot of pets." I said. He smiled then nodded.
" Are you hungry or thirsty?" he said as he started opening cupboards and drawers. All the drawers and cupboards were filled with bags of marshmallows. Now I was sure that I shouldn't have come in here. The man seemed nice at the moment but now he seemed like a freak. " Excuse me sir, but can I please call my parents?"

He showed me where there was a cord phone on the wall. I picked up the phone then dialed my dad's cell phone number. "Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message...............". the operator told me in a monotone voice. Why would my dad have his phone off? He should be on the plane already and they let you turn your phone on when your on the plane. Whatever, I hung up the phone, then decided I should try my mom's cellphone.Again the operator repeated the message telling me my mom's phone was off. I hung up the phone then decided I would try later. Back in the living room, the man was watching T.V on a old T.V with an antennae. "Did you get a hold of your parents?" the man asked me.
"No both their phones were of but I guess I'll try later."
"OK, you are welcome to stay here until you get a hold of them." I agreed to staying but asked the man what his name was. He told me it was Chucky Carver.It was kind of a creepy name but I decided to go with it.