Hello everyone, I am finally back with a new story. I haven't been on and that is because i've been so busy with school, vacations projects, etc.. that I didn't have any time. I made this story, in honor of halloween, one of my favorite holidays of the year (second to xmas).

This story was inspired, and will be similar to Don't be afraid of the Dark, a movie with Bailee Madison. Basically its about this girl who lives with her dad and stepmom and discovers creepy creatures living down in her basement, all with one thing in mind... kill her.

So I hope you enjoy, and all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or Don't be afraid of the Dark. I asked for the rights for christmas... but it never happens:(

Hello, my name is Jennifer Jareau, 2 days ago, I was sent to live with my dad in, Hellington, Virginia. My mom said she couldn't handle my constant mood swings, how I wear dark colored clothes, or my personality; which consists of talking back, rolling my eyes, etc… I knew my dad since I was born, my parents divorced when I was 5. Until then, I only got cards on special occasions and the occasional phone call. So needless to say, I wasn't happy that I was sent halfway across the country, away from my perfect life, to live in a crappy, old, run-down city that has a population of 378. I hope I can survive it.

"There you are, Jenny!" My dad exclaimed while picking me up from the airport. He was always smiling and he looked handsome with his short, fluffy brown hair that feels like a kitten's fur, to his big, brown eyes and his muscular, toned body with a bird tattoo with my birthday on his neck.

"Hi, Dad." I hugged him with a solemn voice. When I noticed someone standing next to him, she was pretty. Crisp, even cut, dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders, to her 1000 megawatt smile, to her brown eyes and he slender, skinny body. "Who is this?"

My dad just smiled, but talked in a softer voice, as if I was a 5 year old, "This is my new wife, Emily Prentiss-Hotchner."

If I wasn't that happy then, I was definitely pissed off now, "Dad, can I talk to you." I seethed through my teeth, while smiling.

"Of course, sweetie." He said, then kissed his new 'wife'.

We went into a secluded hallway that led to the bathrooms and the water fountains. "Why is she here? When were you going to tell me that you got married?! Why wasn't I at your wedding!" I screamed.

His mask fell off, and he looked extremely apologetic, "Jenny-bee," He used my old, old nickname that I haven't had since I was 4.

I interrupted him, "Don't call me that."

He straightened, "Jennifer, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just didn't want you to make the trip all the way down here."

"That excuse was lame, dad." I crossed my arms.

"What do you want me to say Jenny? I loved your mom, but I found someone who I truly love and don't you want me to be happy?"

Oh, he was pulling that card. "Really dad, you think I want you to be happy! Ever since you and mom got divorced, you barely even looked at me, I got the occasional card on my birthday! You made my life a living hell." This wasn't words an 11 year old should use, but it counted. "I was screaming for you to come home at night, and after that… you didn't even fight for custody! You just accepted it. I was in 3rd grade when I had to tell my class, that my dad left me. So excuse me, if you think I want you to be happy, you made me miserable ever since you left." I ran out of breath, but I think that needed to be said.

My dad, who was strong, looked on the verge of tears, "Okay honey, I'm sorry. Now lets go home." He stated.

"My home is in California. This is my temporary one." I grumbled following him.

He didn't reply back.

When I met my new 'step-mom' she smiled sweetly at me, and offered her hand. I refused it and took my pink luggage running away from them.

They eventually found me and I got into their White Toyota Camry 2013 edition. It was a short drive back, and it felt like the longest minutes of my life.

When I opened the car door, my dad's house was huge, and I don't mean like a 2 story house, I mean huge. This one was a rectangle shape with some indents here and there. The windows were perfectly lined up in a straight line, with 2 rows. There was a cement patio with 2 columns hanging down from both sides of the entry way to the house. It was white and gray and looked, old. But, it made up for it with the freshly cut green grass and the flowers surrounding the whole entire house, with a garage on the side of it.

"It's beautiful." I murmured.

My dad smiled, while my step-mom said, "Thank you, it was my family's. My grandparents lived here, my great, great grandparents lived her, and you get the story."

I cursed under my breath at her patronizing tone. "Home sweet home."

When I got in, I was instantly surrounded by cherry red floors and caramel colored walls in the square-shaped corridor. With many expensive paintings and some knick-knacks on the white, wooden table. To the right was a spiral staircase, the thin metal painted white embedded with little swirls.

I have got to admit, I was impressed. This house was beautiful.

"I'm glad you liked it, Jenny." My dad smiled, acting as if nothing had happened but he had some grief in his eyes. "Go upstairs, take a right, then the 3rd room on the left, that is your room."

I walked up the long stairs and wanting to find my room. The hallway had white walls with a wood outlines below it, there were pictures of leaves and flowers surrounding all of it. I looked into my room, and found my room already made.

It was a light, princess-colored pink, with a full size bed that had a smooth, white headboard. It had some light pink carpet to go along with it. There was a canopy surrounding it. To the right of the wall was a white bookshelf with a beautiful ceramic merry-go-round that sang you songs. I loved it.

I sat down on my bed and looked around my room. I opened my ipod and listened to some music. I checked the time, it was 7:50. I had an extreme case of jetlag so I was pretty tired. I changed into my pajamas, brushing my long, blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of my back, it rippling like water in the wind of the fan. I tucked myself in, saying a prayer to god.

Dear god, please make me enjoy it here.

I swear when I went to sleep, I heard someone whisper, "She's here."

Should I finish it? Yes, or no.

So this is chapter 1, I promise it will get better, I just had to set the story line. Wait like 2 more chapters and I promise you'll get some action! I also vow, to not abandon this one, like I did with my other stories. I already have the first 3 chapters done.

Enjoy, Lauren.