Prologue

1.2K 45 20
                                    

The second I walked into the house, I knew something was wrong about it. The darkness has nothing to do with my eyes playing tricks on me.

I was in a really bad mood, I like my old apartment, but we're forced to move to this dark little broken old house, I know it's only for one year, but not only did his work make him move, Dad has to leave us for a year. I'm just relieved I'm not changing schools; I can never leave my best friends Lexica Lopez and Emily Rodriguez.

My mom and my brother, Cole, are loading our stuff into the new house, while I just stand there, in front of the moving truck, like an idiot. I check my phone for the time, every five minutes, and overtime I did, there were new text messages from either Lexica or Emily, I don't respond to them, because all they want to do is look at how my new house is going to look like. Before I even got a chance to see the house, I told them it was fabulous, I lied and exaggerated. It was only because I didn't want to move, I thought that the new house was going to be okay, and that all my lies would be fine, I had no idea it was this bad.

"Molly?" My mom walks over. I shake the thoughts out of my head.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing out here? Come in and look at your room," She smiles sweetly at me.

"I don't want to; it's not going to be as good as my old room,"

"Oh Molly, just go upstairs and take a look, make this place yours," 

"Fine," I drag myself upstairs. Mom labeled the doors; I open the old wooden door that's labeled: Molly. Its pitch dark inside, there's a willow tree blocking the sunlight at my only window. I scan the wall for a light switch and flick it on. The light is orange.

Mom already has my homework desk by the corner. A bad corner. I walk over to it, and stare at my reflection, I look different, I mean, I still have blonde hair and blue eyes, but I look paler than usual.

I start to shiver, feeling an unexpected coolness. I turn around, just to see a blinding white light, whiz across my dark room. I scream, but then it's gone.

I know right at this point that this place is haunted.

Behind you #Wattys2014Where stories live. Discover now