My heart froze as I recognize their faces. Black hair and brown eyes. Scary smiles, terrifying words that were said echoed inside of the house.
That house.  The one that still haunts my mind. It was worse when I still lived there.
I grabbed Jacob's hand, ducking down into an alley. I heard someone following us, their footsteps were loud. They sounded angry too.
Jacob looked scared,"Who was that?" He asks in a small voice.
I don't want to scare him because then he would be terrified. "Um, no one. Just taking a short cut to the park." I say quickly, a little too quickly.
"Then why do you look like you are going to have a heart attack?"
I muttered a curse under my breath,"Those people with the black hair and brown eyes aren't nice."
Jacob nodded as if that was a reasonable explanation,"Oh okay."
The subject dropped as the footsteps got closer.
"Amelia!" A female voice yells across the alley, my heart stopped as the word echoed.
They knew I was here, didn't they?
Jacob and I had been standing on the side of a dumpster. There was some room at the back of it, I grab his hand and slid in between the wall and the object.
It reeked of horrendous things, but I'd rather smell that than have my own death at a funeral.
"Amelia!" Another voice shrieks, it sounded a little lower than the female one.
I bent down to Jacob's height,"Hey whenever they say something, don't answer." I whisper to him, earning a small nod.
"Spike, let's go. She is obviously not here because she would have screamed already." My demon of a mother laughed.
"Those were those good ol' days. She would have a nightmare, come into our room looking for some comfort." He began to laugh, so my mom took over with a smirk visible in her voice.
"Yeah after that, Amelia never came back to us for some comfort."
"Let's get out of here, Eliza."
Dad said, his laughter still in his voice, not as prominent.
The footsteps walked out of the alley.
My heartbeat continued, blood began to course through my veins once again.
I was safe for now.