The Photo Chapter Three (part two)

I peered carefully at the photo. The girl was laughing at the camera, as a golden furred puppy licked her rosy cheeks. It had stopped moving, but for who knows how long. I sighed and flipped the photo over. On the back in scribbly writing was something I hadn't noticed before, it read-

"If you want,

to find what your looking for,

Come on the path,

and find my door."

The letters seemed to glow and shimer as I read them aloud. It was as if the photo was calling me, like it knew my voice, and my name as if it had known me my whole life. I put it down, frightened, but it wouldn't stop glowing, it wouldn't stop shimmering. I threw it onto my highest shelf. It was creepy, and I could definitely live without it.

I backed away from the shelves, and looked up at the top one. The whole shelf was now glowing bright yellow. I shook my head, and ran past it down the stairs. I stood there at the bottom of the steps breathing heavily. "Kenneth?" I asked, worried. No one answered. You could of her a pen drop in the kind of silence I was dealing with. I looked around the room, and noticed a note on the front door. I took it off and read it.

"Off to get some milk and stuff for mom. Be back in a jiffy. Which reminds me, I have to get some peanut butter...anyway, I'll be back soon. Mom will be back around 5:30. Don't set the house on fire while I'm gone. -Ken"

I smiled a little as I read the letter, and glanced at the clock. 2:00. No way was I staying alone with that photo for over an hour. I grabbed the house key and my jacket. I locked the door, and shut it behind me, and started my way near the park.

I frowned as I walked, trying to understand the glowing photo. It hadn't glowed the day I had found it at Mrs. McCreaker's, but the baby's blue eyes had seemed brighter when I saw it. I shook my head, and continued on. A dirty dark colored dog walked up to me from a house on the side of the road. It barked, and followed me. I turned around, and looked nervously at it. "Um, go home dog." I said.

The dog barked again, and sat down.

"Good dog." I said, and continued walking towards the park.

The dog barked once more, and got up to follow me.

I turned around and sighed. "I said go home!" I said, frustrated.

The dog whimpered a little, but sat back down.

I smiled, and turned away, but it wan't long until I heard pawsteps behind me. I turned around again.

The dog whined, laid down, and buried his head in his paws.

I sighed, and smiled. "Fine, follow me." But I didn't need to say anything. The dog followed me happily. I led him to a car wash, and pulled out a couple of dollars. I inserted them in the machine, and grabbed the hose. The dog barked, and sat down in the middle of the car wash. I laughed, and hosed him down.

"Oh great!" I said aloud. "I forgot about the so-" I was drowned out by the sound of soap being sprayed at me and the dog. I shrieked with delight and the dog barked happily. I laughed, and when the soap stopped spraying, I grabbed the hose, and washed the dog, and myself off. I looked back at the dog, and gasped. It's bright golden fur shimmered in the sunlight. I backed away and shook my head. I turned and ran towards the park. I shivered, and let a tear escape my eye as I entered the park gates. I sat down on one of the benches, and put my hands on my head. I cried, thinking of the photo, the dog, and the unknown. Finally, I got up, too cold to sit any longer. I sneezed, and walked out of the park.

I stopped next to the winding lane that led back to Mrs. McCreaker's house. I sighed, and walked down it. We probably wouldn't work outside, today was a bit colder than other days, we'd probably just stay inside. I stopped, took off my wet jacket, and tied it around my waist. I looked back up, and started walking again. I glanced to my right, but stopped, rigid with fear. On the right side of the forest stood a short path into the woods, but that wasn't what made me stop. It was glowing bright yellow, sending up little puffs of golden dust into the cold air. I backed up, my breathing getting faster, and shallower. I shivered, because of the cold, and the path. I breathed in more heavily, and my vision became blurred. I staggered on Mrs. M.'s lane, and fell down. Everything went black.