Jack had gotten his head stuck inside the vacuum cleaner. Maddie pulled at his foot and Danny groaned from the table, homework scattered around him. Jazz worked on killing a punching bag in the corner of the room.
"GET ME OUTTA HERE!" Came the muffled shout of the large man.
"I'M TRYING!" Came the blue-clad-woman.
"HEE-YA!" The older teen shouted, kicking the punching bag.
"X times the product of Z and 9." The youngest whispers, tapping the paper in front of him with the back of his pencil.
A ordinary day at the Fentons. The house with the neon sign outside. The house that is haunted because the young boy lived there. The house that couldn't be normal, no matter how hard they tried.