Chapter one: The Beginning

By: MzMisery

Hey readers. This is my first story on Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy and please review(be gentle=])

Disclaimer: I do not own spirited away or any of the various characters I use in this fic. The soul owner belongs to the genius Hayao Miyazaki.

I sat at the windowsill, watching the raindrops spiral downwards like kamikazes to their inevitable deaths. In the last couple of days, I'd begun to feel as if something had been taken from me, a dull ache sinking into my bones every time I thought about it. I didn't understand why I would feel like this, everything had been amazing ever since I had moved. Ever since I stumbled upon the Bath House six years ago. The spirit world had made living in the human world a piece of cake. I had made many friends, but I missed my spirit friends dearly, especially-

"Chihiro, dear." Mom said in her lilting voice.

"Yeah, Mom?" I mumbled into the arm I was resting my head against. I didn't turn to look at her.

"Remember to turn out the lights when you're finished." she paused. " And don't put your head too close to that candle, you'll burn your eyebrows off." she scolded.

I rolled my eyes, but said "Okay. Goodnight." I listened as Mom's footsteps became distant echoes, a door shutting soon after. I huffed slightly, briefly brushing my bangs out of my face. How old does she think I am, anyways? I thought, annoyed. I mean I'm going to be seventeen in- my eyes flicked to the clock- two minutes. I brushed it off. It wasn't important.

I hopped off of the stool, beginning to shut off the kitchen lights. Tomorrow would be a good day, being together with family and my two best friends, May and Ben. So, why didn't I feel happy? I looked at the clock again. It was midnight.

" Happy Birthday to me." I murmured, blowing out the candle. Suddenly I felt the air thicken with tension. I squinted out the window and froze. A small glow in the distance was coming closer, making the air even thicker the closer it got. Something was not right about that light. A sound caught my attention, a dull squeaking. I strained my ears to hear it. I held my breathe, the hair on my arms rising. The light paused, then went out and the squeaking stopped. The feeling didn't go away though. What the-

My eyes snapped to the door. I suddenly had the urge to open it. Someone was here. I just knew it. Slowly I approached it, unlocked the bolt and turned the knob. At first I saw nothing but the drizzle. Then, out of nowhere, the glow returned in full force, illuminating the culprit. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, nearly jumping out of my skin in fear.

Before I could think of what I would hit the thing with, I realized who it was. There he stood, a black vertical mass with a white mask that resembled a mimes face. Next to him stood the foot lamp I had seen once before. So that's what the squeaking had come from. I removed the hand from my mouth and furrowed my eyebrows.

"NoFace?" I asked confused. "What are you doing here?"

DUN DUN DUN=P

Hmmm I wonder what will happen next. Oh wait, I already know=D