So this is the result of a dream I had. I dreamt that Christa was actually a ghost, and that was pretty cool. So I decided, alright, I'll do it. Anyway, I'm not sure if this story will be successful or not, so I'm going to play a little game. If this doesn't get enough views, reviews, favorites, and follows, it is going in the trash. Why? Because I'm a jerk like that, that's why! Anyway with all of that aside, I hope you enjoy this. Because I'm serious about the trash thing.

Armin sighed, and stepped out of the old mustang. He glanced at the old, creaky, and over all creepy house. The old house was three stories: the downstairs, the upstairs, and the attic. It had dusty windows that he couldn't even see through, a porch that looked like it would kill him if he stepped on it, and chipped pastel pink paint that was so peeled it was hardly even there anymore. He shook his head. "Home sweet home." He muttered sarcastically. His grandfather, however, had a smile on his face that matched a brony's who had just got laid by Twilight Sprinkle or whatever her name was.

"Isn't it great, Armin," the old man asked. "Better than that small apartment back in Rose City, huh?" Armin took a quick glance back at the house, and sighed again.

"It's great, Grandpa," he murmured. He glanced at the house again, and he could've sworn its ugliness was just taunting him. His grandfather laughed, and clapped his hands together, grinning like an idiot. He then jogged over to the car's trunk, and opened it. With a grunt, he yanked their bags out, and set them down on the driveway. He turned to Armin.

"Mind giving me a hand here, Armin?" He suggested. Armin nodded, and walked towards his grandfather. As he grabbed one of the bags, he took time to observe the scenery around the house. They lived about a mile outside of town, and the house had lots of forest area surrounding it. Armin sighed. With a wheeze, he hauled the heavy bag towards the house. He stopped at the porch, and dropped the bag. He stared at the small set of stairs that were in front of him. He sighed. 'Hopefully this won't kill me." He thought.

With another sigh, he grabbed hold of the bag's handle, and began to walk up the stairs. He winced as he heard them creak, and he slowly opened his eyes. He sighed in relief. Still alive. He took another step. He finally reached the porch, and smiled. Still alive. Then he took another step, and heard a crack. And then...

"AHHHHHH!"

Armin felt himself fall through the porch. He screamed, and landed on his back with a large thud. He groaned, and heard his grandfather's worried voice from above. "Armin, are you OK?" Armin glanced up, and saw his grandfather standing about fifteen feet above him. Armin nodded.

"I'm OK, Grandpa." He called up. His grandfather gave a sigh of relief.

"Alright Armin, I'm going to go get a ladder," his grandfather told him. "Just stay right there." Then he ran off to who knows where. Armin sighed, and shook his head. He sat down, but quickly jumped back up. He glanced down to see what he had sat on. He tilted his head in confusion.

"A book?" He wondered. He bent down, and picked it up. He held it up to his face, and narrowed his eyes, trying to read the cover. Nope, it was too dusty. Armin shook his head, and blew the dust off. He wiped a little extra off, and glanced at the cover again.

Diary of Christa Lenz

Armin was really confused. Christa Lenz? Who was that? And why was her diary all the way down here? Armin looked back up, and saw that his grandfather had yet to return. 'How long does it take to get a ladder?' He thought to himself. He sighed, and sat back down again, holding the diary in his hand. He took a quick glance at it, and shook his head. 'You are not going to read some girl's diary, Armin,' he scolded himself. He glanced at the diary again, and brought it closer to his face. He shook his head, and slapped himself. Armin bit his lip, and hesitantly reached for it. Then he flipped it open with a single finger.

"Oops, my finger slipped." He said to no one in particular. He glanced at the pages, and smirked. He held it to his face, and began to read.

Dear Diary,

Lessons today were rather boring today. You would think Mr. Shadis by now would've realized that I'm not interested in the history of cheese or whatever he was rambling on about.

Anyway, I met a boy today. His name is Reiner Braun, and he seems rather nice. He is really funny, although I think he fancies me. Oh well. He introduced me to a couple of his friends. Their names are Bertolt Hoover and Annie Leonhardt. Bertolt is really nice, and he knows how to treat me as a lady, which makes me happy. Annie, on the other hand, is rather mean. I'm not sure I'll get along with her...

Anyway, it was nice meeting them. (With the exception of Annie) I hope I can talk with them another time.

-Christa Lenz

Armin suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. He glanced behind him, but saw nothing. He shrugged. Then he heard a voice from above. He glanced upwards, and saw his grandfather smiling down at him, ladder in hand. "Sorry it took me so long, Armin," he apologized. "This ladder was really well hidden."

...

Armin sighed, and laid down on his bed, which was rather uncomfortabe. He shifted around, trying to find some comfort. He groaned, finding none. He took a look around the room, and shivered slightly. The room wasn't much. But it had his bed by the only window, which was in a corner. On the other side of the room was a wardrobe, which was starting to creep Armin out. He sighed, and pounded his head against his pillow, trying to knock himself out so he could get some sleep. No luck.

Armin bit his lip, a habit he had developed from an early age. He shook his head, and tossed the covers over his head, finally finding some comfort. He smiled, and finally started to drift off to sleep. But as his eyes started to close he could've sworn he heard a soft and gentle voice whisper, "Goodnight."

...

When Armin woke up the next morning he knew something was wrong. He felt cold. Like, really cold. He shivered, and sat up. Confused, he glanced around the room, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then he heard a soft groan coming from next to him. He turned around, and gasped. Laying right beside him was a girl. She was about his age, and was rather petite. She had long blonde hair which was tied in a loose ponytail, and wore a white dress that hugged her figure quite nicely. She was asleep, and light breathing could be heard.

Armin immediately blushed deep red. I mean, who could blame him? There was a really cute girl in his bed. For most this was a once in a lifetime moment! Armin then shivered again, and glanced at the girl. Then he noticed something. That girl was the source of the sudden chill! Armin continued to stare at the girl, and shook his head. 'Should I wake her up?' He wondered. Then he shook his head. 'No, I don't want to scare her. She might get the wrong idea. Think Armin, think!' Then, to his horror, the girl started to wake up. Armin's eyes widened as the girl slowly sat up. 'No, no, no, no!' He thought. 'Don't freak out! Don't freak out!'

The girl yawned, and slowly stretched. Armin blushed when he noticed that the girl wasn't wearing a bra. Then the girl turned her gaze to him. Armin blushed deeper, noticing her deep blue eyes. He gulped as the girl continued to stare at him. He winced, waiting to get yelled at. But instead, the girl smiled brightly. She tilted her head to the side in a really cute way.

"Good morning, master." She greeted.

And that's a wrap. Remember, I'm gonna delete this story if it doesn't get at least three reviews, follows, and favorites. Hell, I'll probably continue this story if it gets maybe two of the requirments. Anyway, don't forget to review! And remember, stay wykkyd! (Sorry, it's just something I say. You'll get used to it.)