Oh, it can always get worse.

They got all but one streak on the underside cleaned off, thank goodness. Dad still hadn't gotten back, but Lloyd agreed to help get the door open while Taylor went out to look for him in town.

Yeah, shouldn't had assumed he wasn't mad anymore.

I glanced around the room as he was trying to pick the lock. Nothing really special in here, besides the fact it used to hold dads brother, apparently.

Another crazy fact of the day: Dads brother trains the ninja. So yeah. Then it was a storage room, and may as well had been a torture room. A few hooks on the walls, with rope everywhere you look. Me and Taylor had moved it to the corner of the room when we moved in. Now a little of it holds a sno cone maker.

Lloyd finally got it unlocked and came in with a smirk. "Well well well, what have we here?"

"Well, I'm assuming you mean me, and that would me there is no "we" in it," I reply.

"Whatever. You get what I'm trying to say! So, how to get revenge, while you're right here..." He says, looking around the room. His eyes land on the rope as he gets an evil smile. "Remember when you said you were ticklish?"

And that's about the time I tried to run. And the first time I realized I couldn't really win against a guy, a year older, who's hobbies include swimming and breaking things.

And that's how I ended up with my hands tied above my head, tied to the hook, and legs tied to the bottom of the bed.

Still cool, still cool. I got this. I'm still master of this room, right? And even if that backfired, dad and Taylor would be back any minute now.

Yeah, but he knew this too. And that the time I nearly died from not getting enough air. Literally torture. Not cool, man, not cool.

"Pl- please s- stop!" I get out, just as the front door opens.

"Lloyd? It's mom, and I have a present for you!"

Lloyd realized this would mean he didn't have time to untie his sister. He gave me a "shush" motion, before rushing out and shutting the door.

I knew that if I made any noise, he would get in trouble, and I'd get in trouble for dying his hair, so I really didn't have a choice. Which really stinks.

I waited a couple of minutes, before hearing a crash. Unfortunately, I couldn't make out what they were saying. Waiting for a moment, and finally getting bored again, I looked out of the window.

What I saw made no sense whatsoever.

Lloyd was running, nearly getting dragged by mom away from the house, while dad chased them over the hill.

Soon he made his was back to the house. But he seemed different somehow. Darker. And not in the good way.

"Who's in here?" I heard a deep voice say. Was that dad?

"Dad? Is that you? Where's Lloyd and mom?" I call, starting to get scared. "Dad!"

I heard footsteps running to the room, and he- er, whatever it was- opened the door.

Wow, even being possessed, his grin really seemed the same as Lloyd's a couple minutes earlier.

"I don't know what you have been up to, but this is no longer fun and games."