Dave did not like their new house.
He didn't have anything against the style or layout or anything; those were all fine. No, there was a much larger problem at hand.
Dave had moved into the house in early August with his older brother, Dirk. Dirk, whom Dave usually just called Bro, had had custody over Dave for three years, after their alcoholic father had died in a car accident. Their mother had divorced their father a year before the accident, taking Dave's older sister Rose with her. In his grief at losing both his beloved wife and only daughter, their father had turned to alcohol to 'wash the sadness away', as he told the two brothers. His drinking problem steadily grew worse over time, resulting in his death.
However, Dave preferred not to think of the dwindling number of family members living with him. He mostly spent his time shut in his room, messaging his sister and absorbing himself into irony and music. He pretended not to care whenever Dirk lost his job for the umpteenth time, moving to another city, another apartment, another school. Luckily, Dirk had managed to be promoted, the outcome of which meant they moved again to a Victorian style manse in what seemed like a stiflingly small town compared to all the cities they had lived in. Dave loved it, exulted in it, almost ran from room to room jumping and screaming like a little kid (his irony prevented himself from actually doing it).
He loved it, until he found out that it was haunted.
(A/N: Not really sure where exactly I'm going with this story or how long it's going to be. All I have planned is the beginning and the end.
If anyone reads this crappy prologue, please review and suggest a Dave ship that I can use. I can't decide on one (or think of one, for that matter). The only ships that will not work are DaveRose (since they're siblings and don't live anywhere near each other) and Stridercest (because I just don't feel it right now).