Chapter #3Colossal Claire by: Unknown "Hey sweetheart, its me!", Claire called softly into the house, expecting the reply of her ill younger sister who she came to drop soup off for.
Upon hearing nothing, Claire removed her flats and placed her purse on the floor under the coat rack, and walked further inside with a pot of warm soup in her hands. Emily watched as her beloved older sister walked into the kitchen and set the pot on the countertop.
She began to run , scream, and wave her hands as she approached the threshold that seperates the wood plank floor of the living room, to the tile floor of the kitchen. She stood there and tried to no avail to call down her sisters attention.
"Oh god Claire!!! Please help me, Im down here!", she cried.
Suddenly, Claire began to step towards Emilys position on the floor with large booming steps that quaked the ground! Claires bare foot nearly misses flattening Emily into paste, only just avoiding Claire's big toe! In a panic, Emily rushed to the relative safety of hiding behind the leg of a nearby chair, while Claire continued with a couple more steps until she reached the couch.
She was a little confused. Her sister had texted her that she was taking a day off her work because she felt sick, but shes not even home? Claire looked down at the couch, noticing the cushions were imprinted as if a person was recently laying on it. She was here all right. Maybe she went upstairs to fetch a blanket or just pass out on her own bed? Claire couldnt hear any movement anywhere in the house, with the kids at school and Jason at work, it was dead silent. It was odd, but Claire really didnt pay it much mind. Between Emily and their youngest sister, Ashley, she had gotten used to taking care of them and being taken for granted, especially for her time. They were lucky they were her sisters, in more ways than one.
Claire didn't have any plans until later on in the day, so she decided to wait for Emily to finish doing whatever she was doing and wait for her here. She sends her a quick text.
'im here. Just downstairs  '
Then Claire sits down on the worked in couch and turns on the T.V.
Meanwhile, Emily was still awe struck that something so impossible was happening to her right now. How could it be real? This is movie shit, wasnt it? Not real life. But despite how outlandish this whole situation was, Emily knew it wasnt a dream or a figment of the brain of any kind. This really was happening, and now her giant sister was the only one she could turn to for help right now.
But how should she go about it? No matter how you slice it, danger was going to be a factor. Who knows what threats besides a giant stomping woman would rear their ugly heads at little Emily. Even the notion of crossing a floor seemed to instill fear in her heart. But there was little choice. She had to do something or live under this chair until she gets vaccuumed up.
Emily considers trying to go to Claires purse, which was resting on the ground by the entrance. It would be a big walk, but if she could get inside it would keep her pretty safe until she could get Claire's attention. Speaking of Claire, Emily could aslo head right for her directly.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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