Story 1: Fear part 1

Storybrooke is, as it always is, mysterious, and ever since the savior arrived, even more so. But somethings were strange even aside from the curse. For instance the Arlington School for girls. The school had but a few residents now, but it used to be wild and free with the doors always open. No one knew why. We begin with the two remaining orphans at the school.

"Lisa!" Hannah yelled, knocking on the door. She yelled again,"Lisa!"

The door never opened, never, not ever since the incident. Hannah tried looking through the socket, wishing to even get a glimpse of her sister. She had done this many times before, but she still tried. Even now, 13 years after the incident, the door has not moved. Hannah never heard a sound except for the occasional shuffle or breath. Hannah had tried every way imaginable to get in, waiting until the housekeeper brought Lisa food, the window, picking the lock, air vents(did not go well), and almost a crowbar. The door was impenetrable, unbreakable, and the only real image she had of her sister.

On the other side of the door was Lisa, a girl who never dared speak, almost never ate, and never stepped outside of her room. Lisa Stuart Arlington never forgave herself. It was a terrible blizzard a year ago. The ground was covered in frost and snow. She had made it happen. Lisa didn't know how it worked, but it just...happened. She didn't wish to recall any details, but the thought always burned in her mind. She made it happen... And Hannah suffered because of it.

When the clock tower tolled, for the first time in who know when they both knew it was a sign, whether it be good or bad, they didn't know. Change was coming...and soon the door would open.

A week later...

Hannah knew it, Lisa knew it, one in joy, one in fear. This was the day when the door had to open. In their parents will it was written that when she reached the age of 21 she would inherit their museum. Hannah was ecstatic, Lisa was sitting beside the door and talking about it to no one. To Lisa her sister was a human countdown, she the bomb. All she had to do was sign the contract, that's it, no big deal. In her hands the pen froze and the paper likewise. This was the fifth time today this had happened. No matter how many times she practiced, it always froze. She still didn't know how this was possible, and more importantly, how to control it. What was she going to do, pretty soon Hannah would wake up and... No don't think about it, she told herself. What to do, what to do. It was at this point in time, the caretaker of the house knocked on the door.

"Lisa your sister wishes for me to open the door to the school, should I..." He began only to be interrupted before he could begin to open the door.

"Yes yes go ahead." Lisa ended the talking. It was the first time she had talked to someone in 13 years, but she did not wish to be buried deeper in trouble.

Hannah, however was a whole different story. As soon as she woke up from a sleep that would make a Mexican wrestler seem elegant, she was wildly excited. Hannah ran out of her room instantly going back to change out of her pajamas. She was dressed in jeans, a green shirt with a brown jacket enlaced with vines. The girl sped down the hall, bumping into the caretaker Nathan.

"Oh sorry Nathan, umm... Could you open the doors by the way?" Nathan nodded, glad to be serving the family. Hannah continued her running, opening every door and window she came upon. She saw Nathan at Lisa's door, and heard her sisters voice for the first time. She sounded a lot like Mom, Hannah thought. Mom. She would have liked this. Will Lisa? Wait did her sister just say yes?! As in yes open the doors?! Hannah laughed and raced to the slowly opening doors. She could see people, actual people, just by the museum, probably waiting for her sister. Hannah immediately raced towards the museum, nearly bumping into a hairdresser and a biker, only to nearly get hit by a car. The car stopped and the driver quickly ran to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Are you alright miss?" Julius said lending a hand.