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"Are y'all excited for the new house?" My mom enthusiastically says in the passenger seat next to my dad
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Mom
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Dad
Elizabeth and I shrug and look out our windows
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Elizabeth
"Cheer up girls" my father smiles at us at the rear view mirror and then focuses his eyes back on the never ending road
"This is a fresh new start for you girls, be happy" my mother says
Me and Elizabeth glance at each other and roll our eyes
We get off the interstate and turn down a secluded road, where the only thing to look at are green trees, and a curvy road.
We pull onto a gravel road and start heading down it
After about 5 minutes we pull up to a white house
"Wow" I whisper to my self.
I look over at Elizabeth to see that she looks just as mesmerized as I am.
"Look how gorgeous Steve" my mother says, grabbing a hold of my father's hand
The car comes to a stop and we all get out.
Elizabeth comes over to my side and we check out the house and smell the fresh country air
" How the hell did they get a discount on this fucking mansion" she mumbles
I shrug and walk up the porch steps, and through the open front door.
I look around, and clearly this house had the 1920s theme going on
Old wallpaper, classic chandeliers, and light wooden floors.
"Gorgeous, isn't it?" My mother asks
I nod and continue walking around, Elizabeth following behind me.
We come across a old wooden door that had scratch marks all over it
Almost as if something was trying to claw it's way through
I turn the door nob, and it did nothing.
"Mom!" I yell
I hear my mother's heels tap against the floor, until they reached my destination
" Yes girls?" She asks
"What's in here?" I ask
She furrows her eyebrows and jiggles the door nob
"I don't know. Probably the basement" she says
I nod and turn back towards the door.
"Don't try to go down there, I want your father to go down there first to make sure it's safe" she says, and walks away.
I sigh and walk away from the door and head up the stairs.
Im greeted with a large hallway, and a few doors.
The first 4 were bedrooms and the last 2 was a bathroom and a mini study area.
"Which bedroom do you want" I ask Elizabeth.
She shrugs and chooses the second door to the left, and closes it behind her.
I shrug and choose the door across from hers
I walk in and the first thing that catches my eye is the window seat
The walls are white and boring with light hardwood floors, and a sliding door closet.
I sigh and head down stairs for information about the furniture
"Okay great" I hear my dad say on the phone downstairs
"I want my bed" I say, crossing my arms over my chest
"U-haul van will be here in a little bit" my dad smiles
I nod and look out the window behind him and see a boy standing outside with his hands shoved in his pockets with a blank stare
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The dude(chance)
I walk closer to the window and he gives me a small grin and walks off
I move over to see where he's walking to, but I couldn't see where he had gone to
I furrow my eyebrows and back away from the window
"What are you doing?" Elizabeth asks, skipping down the stairs
"I just saw some guy standing in the yard, and then he just like.... disappeared?" I say
She rolls her eyes "we live on a dead end gravel road surrounded by woods. We are literally in the middle of no where"
I shrug and continue exploring the house.
Kill me now
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Loving The Dead
Fanfictiontwo sisters meet two boys who are so different and seem perfect. they soon reveal the evil past that haunts them
