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Twenty years from now you will be
more dissapointed by the things you didn't do than by the
ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the
safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.
Discover.
Chapter Two: "Well,
don't you think this place is a little bit --"
"A little bit what?" Mom interrupted.
"Spooky." "Oh please! This house
isn't haunted, sweetie. I don't think they would've
put it on the market if it was 'haunted,' don't you
think?" "I guess so." I muttered. "Now..why
don't you go play on the beach with your brother?"
"I'm fine, mom. Can I invite the neighbor's
daughter across the street to come over?"
"Sure!"
~
I climbed up the steps of my neighbor, Natalie's house. I
glanced at her yard. Her house was about ten minutes away, but
it was well worth the walking. Her house was a palace. "A
palace.." I whispered. After I had rung the door bell,
Natalie's father came to the door. "Hey
Danielle!" "Hey!" I said, surprised.
"Natalie is upstairs, I'll be right back," he
replied. "Hi Danielle! Where's your brother?"
"Home." "Oh, nice. Do you want to go to the shop
to get a Coke?" Natalie questioned. "Sure!" I
said. "Dad, me and Danielle are going to the shop to get
Cokes!" "Okay, be home before six though!"
Natalie and I walked on the side of the road, glancing at the
houses on each of the sides.
Prologue
It
wasn't long since we moved out of Pine Hill, to this eerie
looking Victorian house. It was set on a beach that nobody went
to. Nobody had ever gone anywhere near the house.
Chapter one:
I slammed the trunk hood down as I carried my briefcases,
glancing at the creepy looking house. "I swear, my friends
are never going to come over my house," I murmured.
"What, sweetie?" Mom questioned. "Oh,
nothing." I carefully stepped onto the old wooden creaky
stairs, as I invited myself into the house. The old chandellier
covered in webs was the first thing that caught my eye. I
climbed up one of the two curving staircases, alarmed. The old
potrait of a lady in the hallway scared me most. I carefully
walked to my room, acting as if I was walking over a bridge
with sea monsters below me. I threw my luggage on my bare queen
sized bed. "It smells ghostly in here," I thought. My
burgundy walls surrounding me. "Honey! Come downstairs to
help me finish unpacking," Mom yelled.
"Alright!" I carefully jogged down the stairs and met
my mom. "Here, put these things in the cabinet," She
said. "Okay." I said as she walked into the kitchen.
I carefully unzipped her luggage and took the things out.
"So honey, are you liking the house so far?"
"Yeah..sure," I murmured. "What's wrong,
sweetie?"