What lurked beneath

A New Beginning

This was it. A new beginning. Back at our home in Atlanta, everything was...well...homely. Today, we've moved house into a new town, Greensville, I think. It's out in the middle of no-where but it looks cool. Some have said that it's meant to be a ghost town, but it looks pretty populated to me. To get down there, we had to drive for hours on end, bit suspicious if you ask me. Anyway, I've just got here so I might want to have a look around. First of all, the house isn't really a house, it's a 2 bedroom cottage; made out of some kind of brick, who knows. 

Rushing up to what appeared to be my room, in the attic of this place, I noticed all of the previous owners' things were still here. I stopped for a moment. With my head avoiding the slanted ceiling, I slowly ran my fingers through the layer of dust covering this reminder of the past. 

"What could've happened here?" I mumbled to myself, running through an amount of endless possibilities in my head. Murder, Kidnapping, Old age, Being taken away, or maybe they simply just didn't have time to clean out. I think too much. Need to stop doing that too often. I went back out to the car and hauled my massive, holographic suitcase up the cramped staircase and up to my room. Dad told me I should just move some of the things out of the way until tomorrow, when we can get settled in properly. But for now, I'll just have to sleep on this old, springy mattress I found along with some newspaper clippings in a cupboard. Goodnight.