The Ghosts of Spruce Heights

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Erin woke up with something choking her. She woke up breathless and suffocating at three A.M, unaware of what was happening. She thought there was a serial killer at first, but oh, was she wrong! She threw off the covers and propelled herself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom with urgent speed. She slammed the bathroom door open and turned on the lights. The light flickered before she could essentially see anything. Soon she saw it. A pair of dark hands.

They were beautiful. Two navy hands with the mesmerizing night sky carefully painted on them. The polished nails were painted as if they are shiny ivory knives. The dainty fingers were long and delicate, wrapped tightly around her neck like a choker.

Her first instinct was to touch them; to see if they are actually tangible. To her horror, they were in fact, definitely real. Her second instinct was to scream. This sent her parents running into to the bathroom in cold sweat; however, they didn't see it. No, they couldn't see it.

This is how Erin got herself into therapy.

To be honest, it might have made it worse. The therapist guy was nice, even though a bit stoic. The hand was still there, but now she began to see other things. Creatures. Some are small and harmless; others are ghastly and just plain gross. She could fully see some of them while others are merely parts of the creature, like the weird hands. They could be animalistic or humanoid or even just a puff of smoke. They sometimes wander aimlessly, but at others they torment and haunt other people; they could just be... attached to the poor soul they decided to brother.

The worst part is Erin might be the only one that could see them.

Her parents then took her to a mental health institution. She told the doctor every detail she could gather up. Like how the hands seem to tighten when she is talking to people or when she did something embarrassing, and the monsters walking down the street. The psychiatrist told her parents that she might have a (serious) case of schizophrenia, this somewhat worries Erin because she doesn't want to be stuck with seeing not-real things that she thinks are real.

Then her dad got a new job at a place called Spruce Heights.

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A/N: I'm pretty sure everyone on Wattpad knows most of the story here (inculding this one) are pretty bad, but we still use it anyways for that One Story TM that we like lol.

Please correct me if I made any errors- I couldn't risk putting this short prologue thing through three grammar checkers and still miss a comma or something.