Chapter 4 Selena's POV

My sugar daddy asks me for weird favors.His tinder profile said he was 45,but he looked to be in his early thirties at most. "Looking for a sugar baby $700 weekly, no sex". It sounded too good to be true,but as a broke university student,i was willing to take my chances. I swiped right,and tinder let me know it was a match.

His message came seconds later "Hey there sweetheart". I cringed at that word,i hated it,but $700 was $700. So,i sucked it up and replied. " Hey". His name was Thompson,and he told me he owned his own business. Although,he never specified what kind of business it was.

We talked for a while before he asked me for my Venmo to send me the first payment. After a few minutes,i got the notification.i stared at the $700 for at least 20minutes expecting to wake up from a dream at any second,but it wasn't a dream. "You still there?" I clicked on the message " Yea...sorry...if you don't mind me asking..what are you looking for in return?"

I stared at the chat until he replied. "I'll just need you to do small favors for me" That sounded like it was going to be sexual to me."Like what?". I replied. "For example,the first thing i need you to do is pick up a delivery for me." He replied.

That sounded innocent enough but i was expecting there to be some kind of twist. "$700 to pick up a package?" Come on,even i wasn't even that naive. From the post office or something?". "No I'll send you the address,but I'll rather not do this through tinder"

I decided to give him my number,then he texted me the address immediately, followed by the address to his house,where I would have to drop off the package. "I'm not home now, but there's a key on the bottom of the blue flower pot near the door,go inside set the package on the coffee table in the living room. Make sure you lock the door when you go inside the house,and then lock it again when you leave ".

I grabbed my car keys and wallet and got into my car, pulling the address on google map. "Got it....OMW". My phone buzzed as i backed out of the driveway. "I'm serious,lock the door both ways please". I thought it was a little excessive but i promised him that I would.

The house looked abandoned, it was a broken chain linked fence around it,with a small door that was hanging on to it's dear life. It stuck out like a sore thumb, surrounded by houses that were a lot nicer than this one in comparison. "You here for Thompson's shit?" I looked up to see a man standing in the open door way of the house.

He took up almost the entire space, his head skimming the top of the door frame. He was huge,in height and body muscles,and his entire torso was covered in tattoos. "Uh...yea i guess" i replied not moving from my spot on the side walk. "stay right there" he said. I did, I actually don't think I would have moved if he asked me to.

I looked around and realized that there was no one else on the street.i was a twenty one years old woman on the street. I gripped my car keys.

A few minutes later,the man came back carrying a cardboard box. It was the size of a shoe box but stained and damp on the sides. "can you open your car?" He asked. I opened the trunk not wanting the box on my car seats and he set it in. "Alright,there you go" he said. "Thanks" i replied.

I walked around to the drivers side of the car and opened the door, "oh!...and one more thing" he said, i looked at him "watch out". He said,i didn't reply.

I blasted my music while i drove to Thompson's house hoping it would drown out my anxiety but it didn't. I parked my car on the stone driveway and stayed inside the car admiring the house.

It was a huge house with stone pillers on the front porch and the greenest grass i had ever seen in my life. I turned the car off and got out.

I grabbed the package and walk to the front door getting the key from where he said it would be. I opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. I thought about what he had said about locking the door when i go inside. I thought it was a little overboard but as i stared at the closed door, something made me reach out and lock it.

As i walked inside,my feet cushioned by the thick maroon carpet, i admired the inside of the house.All the furnitures were wooden and looked expensive. I would probably finish school a dozen times with the money it took to furnish this place.

I set the package down on the coffee table,and as i walked back to the door,i heard a phone ringing somewhere inside the house,i froze.

Immediately,my phone buzzed,i took it out to look, "Don't answer any calls that aren't from Marvin". I put my phone back and followed the sound of the phone poking my head

into a few different rooms then, i found it in an office.

I walked over to the desk and looked at the caller ID "INCOMING CALL FROM THOMPSON ". That was odd...i grabbed my phone re-checking the message again. I was starting to get a bit creeped out and decided i wouldn't answer just to be safe and left the house remembering to lock the door as i left.

I've done a few more favors for Thompson since then. I drove a BMW to a random park in another city,only to get out and drive a different car back to Thompson's house.

He had me meet on of his employees at launch,who then gave me a suitcase to deliver to the first house i had gone to and told me he would know it i looked inside. On several occasions,he asked me to drive down to that same house and stay with the guy who's name was Steven for a certain amount of time.

In total, I've made around $3500. Most recently, Thompson asked me to stay in his house overnight. I woke up to a text from him " I need you to spend the night at my house ". I hadn't ever seen him in person but i talk to him on phone a few times.

He proceeded to tell me that he would pay $1000 to stay in his house, provided that I followed a few rules. I drove to his house that evening. The driveway was empty as usual but the porch light was on. I walked up, unlocked the door,went inside and then locked it again.

Everything in the house looked the same. Thompson had told me over the phone that he would leave the list of rule over the dinning table. I set my stuffs down in the living room. My bag looked like garbage compared to the fancy furniture in there.

I wandered into the kitchen and then to the dinning room. Sure enough there was a piece of paper on the wooden table held down by an empty glass.

*Lock the door when you come in.

*Only answer calls from Marvin.

*Don't turn on any faucet between 9:00pm and 11:00pm.

*Don't open the door for any one no matter who they say they are after 10:00pm.

*If the door to the closet at the end of the hall is open,sleep in the library...if closed,sleep in any of the bedrooms.

*The Gardner comes at midnight,if he starts knocking on the windows,hide.

*Turn the TV on,let it play on static through the night.

DO NOT FORGET TO DO THIS!!

*Help yourself to anything in the fridge.

I'll pay you in the morning.

Good night.

I made sure to follow all the rules. To be honest,i was regretting my decision but since i was here already, and was getting paid,i decided to stay anyway. I figured as long as i followed all the rules, I'd be perfectly fine. Still,it felt a little bit odd. "What was this?...a haunted house?".

Nevertheless i walked around the house for a few hours. I planned to go to sleep around 9:00pm since that's the time all the weird shit would begin to happen. At 8.50pm,i brushed my teeth using the faucet for the last time before 9:00pm.