8. Not exactly sleepwalking (1/2)

ok, even though were not at 90 reviews yet, i'm just going to go ahead and update. i want at least 110 reviews this time though, okay? not letting it slide again! this chapter is dedicated to soccerhommie22. enjoy the story!

cammie's pov

this has been the wierdest morning of my life. and i mean the wierdest morning of my life. not the scariest, not the most exciting, not the happiest, but the wierdest. i'll start from when i woke up:

i heard a loud, painful scream coming from the kitchen. i opened my eyes and sat straight up in bed. my eyes were wide open and looking around my room widely. i looked at my alarm clock, 3:52 a.m.

i slowly got out of bed, looking for something to defend myself with. mabye there was a burgaler or even a murderer in my house, and i just wanted to be safe. i quietly crept over to my bedroom door and opened it just a crack, making sure i couldn't be seen.

i didn't see anyone in the hallway, but there were footsteps coming from the main floor and i heard alow and quite whimpering coming from the kitchen. i took a small step out of my room,opening my door a little wider. i crept over to the stair case, crouching down and crawling on my hands and knees.

as i got closer to the bottom, i heard a low moan. i froze. it sounded a lot like grant did when he was crying... omigosh did someone hurt my

other? i suddenly became very worried and furious at the same time.

i finally got to the edge of the staircase. i poked my head out and looked around my living room. there was no one there. i squinted my eyes, trying to get a look inside the kitchen. the light was on and i saw something huddleing in the corner near the fridge with their hands covering their eyes and their knees to their chest. i noticed that they were surrounded by a puddle of... green food coloring?

i focused more on the person than the puddle that was soon to stain my mom's favorite room's flooring. he had black, curly hair and looked about 5'7. i suddenely relaxed, realizing who it was.

"grant?" i whisper-yelled. he looked up, a confused expression on his face.i noticed his eyes were bloodshot red. suddenly, his confused expression turned into worry.

"w-w-w-whose there?" he whispered, looking around the kitchen frantically. wow. he has no idea it's me... "are you some kind of ghost?" he said, paleing.

i chuckeled to myself. i could have some fun with this. "grant what did you do?" i whispered back, making my voice sound much more huskey and man-like. i could tell he started freaking out even more.

"i can't see anything! who are you! what do you want! why did you come here, can't you see that i'm just a poor little boy whose...mysteriously... gone blind!" he whisper shouted.