Hide and Seek

Dreadful drive

                                        Pt.1

        I looked out the window dazed, waiting for anything interesting to come into view outside of the passenger car window i seemed to be trapped in. It was late november so a thin sheet of patchy snow covered the empty fields of dead grass on both sides of the sloshed dirt road that seemed to go on forever into long forgotten land. My mother chatted on endlessly beside me trying to convince me of the never ending amount of reasons why moving from our once sunny home of Coronado Cove, California to this rainy, wet town of Seattle, Washington-The Olympic Peninsula "Is just a dream come true".
       I block her out, and stared back outside, bored and irritated out of my mind, just like any other average seventeen year old probably would be if they were forced to move away from everything they ever knew against their will.
        My overly energetic schipperke, Gracie, lay lazily on my lap in the front of our stuffed hybrid. Normally, any time that we would get into the car she would go crazy jumping up and down, shoving herself halfway out the window, mouth open, tongue and ears flapping carelessly in the warm California breeze. I suspect she's not doing that now because she's either just as bummed about the move as I am or, she is just exhausted from the many painful hours of tires on road.
       I look back out the window when I notice a patch of evergreen trees emerging in the distance. For some reason I get an eerie feeling in my stomach that starts to knot up. I start to feel very cramped and uncomfortable in our small and cramped car. I shake off the unexpected feeling and watch as we get swallowed into thick pine, coming from every direction except forward.
        I start to think about our new house,or prison i should say. Mom had showed me pictures of the faded purple victorian with chipped white trimming. I say purple because that's what I suspect it was long before it faded into a gloomy gray that gave off an unwelcoming kind of feeling even through a phone screen.
       Mom turned left onto a very well hidden driveway, almost invisible among all the thick evergreen surrounding us. I tried to find something that would mark it for me so that I could find my way here later when I needed to. I spotted a carving on a small tree just on the far side of the turnoff. I looked like a word but it was too far way for me to make out.
       She continued down an extremely bumpy road that made my stomach quease. We kept that way for about fifteen minutes until finally slowing to a stop in front of the old victorian from the pictures. An abrupt wave of an eerie sensation washed over me much too quickly. It settled faster than I would have expected, not giving my stomach a chance to settle from the bumpy ride here. I threw up a little in my mouth, the taste of a quarter pounder and fries from our stop at McDonalds on the way here.
       I tried to hide my creepy sickness from my overly excited mother. 

If you are reading this that means you have read the first part of my short horror story. I haven't decided on wether or not to continue this and make it a full length story or not. Y'all let me know. I'm excited to get to know y'all and create more stories for you guys.

    -Autumn Rose