I See You
Chapter 1: The Red eye.
"Finally, I'm here."
You grumbled as you shifted the gear of your old Beetle into Park in the driveway of your late Grandfather's house. It wasn't much, a two-story house that was so bland looking. And yet it was your sanctuary for years. Ever since you were a little girl, this place protected you from so much.
The people.
Others who doesn't or wouldn't understand you.
Even the monsters.
Ever since you were a little girl, you had this… "gift" (if you want to call it that). A gift of seeing. Seeing things others couldn't, seeing a whole another world where you would hear in fairytales or folklore. But sadly, for you, it's real enough that cause you nightmare, even as an adult.
You saw what only little kids feared the most: Monsters.
Actual Monster.
Roaming around the streets of New Ebott.
Stalking other humans.
Eating off carcasses of murdered humans.
Most people would call this a Gift, but you? You call this a curse.
You stare at the bleak house, looking at the paint chipping off the house. Losing the nice blue house, it once had, a memory comes to mind.
A seven-year-old girl, tears in her eyes, clenching an older man's leg as she eyed a mindless monster on the roof tearing into a dead bird's carcass. "Please, Papa! Make it go away! I-I don't w-want it to eat me! Please! Papa!" The old man sighed sadly as he picked the young girl up, she immediately hides her face in his shirt, he hugged her close. "My poor poor little starlight. I know how frightening this must be for you, but remember this, my child, as long as I'm here for you no monster would harm you again." The young girl sobs steady as she looked at the man. "Y-you promise?"
He smiled, "Cross my heart." he put his hand on his chest. The girl did the same. "I Cross my heart too!" He hugged her tight "That's my girl!"
Your hand was touching your chest as you stared off into space, muttering "Cross my heart." Sadden at the loss of that memory. Sadden that you were now all alone in the world. How are you ever going to survive? That's the biggest question of all.
"Ms. Y/n!" A loud voice scared you from your thoughts, nearly giving you a heart attack.
And here you thought that was the monsters' job.
You turned to see an overweight man in a well-dressed suit, carrying a briefcase with papers sticking out of it. You can tell he wasn't the organizing type of guy, though being a friend of your grandfather's, you'd think he would pick up some things by now. Your grandfather had OCD for cleanliness and orderly, he even tried to give Walter a few tips. Sadly, he didn't take those tips to heart. Even his suit was crooked in most places.
"Mr. Walter! You scared the hell outta me!" You hold your chest dramatically, he chuckled softly "Ah, even as an adult you are still an easy scare. Then again with your 'gift' it must not be easy for you now." Ah you forgot he knew about that…little thing about you. Hell, the whole town knows. About the girl who sees monsters and have weird shit happen around her. But he was the only one who believes her, others think she's trying to grab attention.
"Y-yeah… I try not to think about it too much, y'know?" Walter nodded and put a hand on your shoulder "Of course my dear, let's get on with the important business shall we. I maybe a family friend but I'm still your grandfather's Attorney." You nodded as you walked with him. He opened the door with a spare key.
Entering the small foyer, you were hit by a familiar smell of Roses mixed with a scent of faded Men's cologne. It reminded you how your grandfather always put too much cologne when he goes out, if he were in a room full of people he can stand out by his smell. As a young girl it always burns your nose, but you have gotten use to it. The smell meant safety in the arm of a man who gave up his life to raise you.
As you walk in to the living room, you notice the furniture was still here. You were surprised and also glad. "Your grandfather was quite clear in his Will that everything in this house stays here. He couldn't let you eat on the floor now." Walter explained as he made his way to the dinner room, settling his briefcase on the table. "His Will?" you were a bit bewildered, your grandfather wasn't a very wealthy man or have anything a value except the deed to the house. You assume he going to give the house to the bank to pay off the rest of his loans.
But apparently that wasn't the case.
"Yes of course! What did you think he would leave this world without leaving a few things?" Mr. Walter digging through his case and took out some papers and set them on the table, "Your grandfather fought tooth and nail to keep the deed to the house! He wanted you to have it, he knew how much you loved it here no one should take it away from you, especially since you are the only blood kin."
"But what about the bank? I thought he was going to sell it so he can pay back the loans?" Mr. Walter gesture you to sit down at the table, you grabbed one of the chairs "He paid them, actually. A few days before… he passed away," he gave you a pity look, you hated it. For the longest time, you always hated people giving you pity. You just don't need it.
Mr. Walter opened a blank envelope, "Afterwards, he may some changes to his Will. According to his Will and testimony giving by Ebott's court, the resident that once belong to one William L/n is now the resident of one Y/n L/n." He pulled out the house key handed it to you, "This place is yours now." You reluctant take the key. "R-really? This place is mine?"
You felt a bit hesitant, this house was where you grew up. It was the place that had your best and worse memories. You wanted to take it, but it felt wrong to do so. It's true you haven't been here since you moved out to live with your best friend, but that was mostly due to your grandfather's insistent. To have a place to call your own, he had said. You honestly thought he was trying to kick you out, you were a bit angry about it if you were being honest. But that was almost a year ago, when you got the call from the hospital that he died from a major heart attack that anger you felt was dwindled into ashes of pure shame and regret.
That was almost a month ago.
It still hurts. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
"I don't know…. This doesn't feel right." Mr. Walter chuckled as he grabbed your hand "It's what your Grandfather wants. He wants you to be safe and happy." You stared at the key as Mr. Walter grabs another set of printed documents. "Now for the next order of business, it seems that your grandfather did leave something else for you." You push the documents close to you as you read the proclaim. About the deed to the house is yours as well has the saved bank deposits and life insurance money that your grandfather saved for you. You read through the documents when a shock hits you hard "W-wait! Is this…. Did he really save all this for me?" Your grandfather saved you money that would last you until the end of time!
How was this possible?
He worked as a personal house care, he didn't have a lot of money to begin with.
"Your grandfather worked several other jobs, he wanted to make sure you would have enough to last. Like I said, he didn't want to leave this world without making sure you were well taken care of. And that goes for me as well." Your heart swelled, as you looked at the documents and Will. You couldn't believe it, even after he passed, he was still looking after you. You were grateful but you still wish you were here before he died.
Just hear him say I love you one more time.
"Thank you…. So much."
"Of course, now let us sign these documents and make it official!" You signed each document Mr. Walter gave to you. Mostly it's the same bullshit thing you see when you enter to government buildings and they give you paperwork to sign. This for you and your eyes only, sign your name two three million times to make sure you agree to our agreement, this will happen if the agreement is valid, blah, blah, blah, blah, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
About half an hour later, you're finally finished with all that paperwork, Mr. Walter handed you the deed to the house, making it official that the house is yours. Mr. Walter's took the documents and threw it in his case and closed it. "Welcome to your own house, Y/n." He then went his way out the door, you followed him out, "Thank you so much for your help." As you exit out the door, you saw a figure ran away from the front of the garage.
You went to inspect the door, seeing, in bold painted letters, a sign: SATAN SPAWN MUST DIE!
You let out an aggravated sighed, you weren't that surprised though, all your life you were hounded by everyone. Those made your life a living hell because you were different. Because they didn't understand. Too few understood what you were going through.
"Damn kids! I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'll call someone to clean this up."
You shook your head, "It's alright. I'll deal with that later. You don't need to worry about me. I'm not the same eight-year-old girl."
Mr. Walter chuckles heartily "That's right. Well I must file these before I get in trouble. If you need anything, anything at all," he took a card out of his jacket "do not hesitant to give me a call." You took the small card and gave him a gentle smile. You gave him a wave goodbye as he enters his car.
You went back inside your grandfat-, no your house. You beam gladly, but still felt a bit hesitant about owning this house. You didn't want to take this for grated though, your papa went through so much to keep this house and wanted you to be safe once he passed on. Even now, he was still watching over his little starlight.
You let out a sigh as you walked up stairs which lead to a hallway to three doors, the one bathroom, your old room, and your Papa's room.
You walked to your room first, revealing that it was as you left it.
Messy.
Your paintings were still hanging on the walls, photos of you, your friends, your grandfather, Mr. Walter, and… your parents. Everything was here, except for the bedding and your clothes. They were still at your friend's house, you mentally put that to the list of things you need to do today.
You were about to leave to check out the rest of the room, but you remembered if your manga, comics, and books were still in your closet. You were anxious to reread the hero academia manga again, you loved that series so much! Maybe a little Stephan King in the mix, or some Mr. Poe or Lehane with his mind fuckery.
As you open the door, you were greeted with a glowing red eye. In a dark empty socket. There was someone, no, something staring right at you with dead eyes. Its skin was white as snow, from the look it was hard as bone, a giant hole in its head, red smeared over his chest.
A monster.
A skeleton monster.
Was staring at you.
And it was in your house!