Vicki decided that for the money her mom was paying, the appartment wasn't that bad. Sure it was dusty, but no one had lived there for about eighteen years according to the landlord. It was right downtown, close to her mom's new job. It was also close enough to school she could walk. It was perfect for their new start.
At least that's what her mom said.
She was a little upset that at sixteen, she had to up and move. She was starting at a new school in the fall, and she needed to find a new job. Her dad wasn't moving on though, with the three of them in the same town. The two of them leaving made sense, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
She lifted up her bag and got out of the truck. Her mom stood beside her, and gave a tentative smile.
"Honestly mom, we've been over this. I agreed to come with you, so stop looking so guilty." She said.
"I know." Her mom could barely meet her eyes, "I still feel bad about it though... But we'd better get moving if we want some beds to sleep in tonight."
Her mom used their new keys to open the door for the first time.
Vicki couldn't sworn that she'd seen a child duck out of the way when the opened the door, but it was probably her eyes trying to adjust to the dark.
"I like this land!" her daddy exclaimed, "I think we should build here."
"Well I don't like it." Rosie pouted, "Something bad happened here."
"There was a fire ten years ago, but honey nothing happened to anyone who lived here. And doesn't Walton Way sound like a nice street?"
"No."
"I think we should get it!"
"Well I don't."
"Come on sweetie, think about the house we could build!" her daddy said, lifting her up to his hip, "I'll make sure to put in extra room for all your toys."
"Well," She pursed her lips, "OK, you and father should get it."
She thought about asking her daddy about the boy that was sitting on the grass, but he swung her up to his shoulders and she forgot all about it.
Conner's back ached. It hadn't even hurt this much when he'd fell out of the tree at the backyard of his last house. His dad had told him to "lift from the knees" but he had no idea how to lift with anything but his arms. His mom had just laughed off his complaints, telling him to listen to his dad. It wasn't fair, how was he supposed to listen to his dad when he had no idea what his dad was talking about?
Now he was in bed, and was supposed to go to sleep. It was hard to do in a new house. In his last house he would've gotten out of bed and sat in the attic when he couldn't sleep, but this house didn't have a ladder to get up, just a staircase and that was boring.
The house wasn't in bad shape though and he knew none of the floorboards squeaked, so he got up anyways.
He padded his way across the hallway, and found the stairs that lead to the attic. Any attic was better than no attic. He climbed his way up and turned on the light.
The attic was a bedroom, there was a bed, a desk, a lamp and a trunk, and a support pole in the middle attached to the ceiling, but that was about it. There was something else there though, and he tried his hardest not to scream as he noticed the guy sitting on the bed.
The guy turned and stared at him for a moment, then disappeared.
A/N: This was something that came to my head earlier today. Reviews would be much appreciated, I really wanna know what you think of this idea. And if you're wondering, Rosie is five. And I had to mention the pole. That will probably be mentioned a decent amount.