The Davenport's were driving down the road with a moving truck right behind them. Mr. Brydet was in the driver's seat, and his oldest son Trent Davenport was in the passenger. Trent was seventeen, and a big, jerk. Trent was the oldest of three triplets. His brothers Marcus and Douglas took up most of the backseat. Marcus was the middle triplet. He was just a big oaf. Douglas was the youngest of the three. He was just as big and just as tough. He wasn't a jerk, in fact, he was the nicest of the three. All three of the twins played football and ice hockey. This made them huge, with a huge appetite. But their all time favorite sport, was see how much they can hurt Chase by the end of the day.

Chase Davenport was squished against the door. He had his earbuds in, and he was texting his best friend from Tennessee with his iPhone. They were moving from Tennessee to South Carolina. He was the youngest of the Davenports. He was fourteen, so he remembered their mother the least.

Their mother had died when he was three. Chase didn't remember much, only that she looked exactly like him and his brothers. Chase and his brothers had the same dark hair and small nose. They all had big ears and a big mouth. The only thing that was different between him and his brothers was their eyes. Both their parents had had brown eyes, but somehow, Chase's turned out orange. Nobody, not even the doctors could explain his eye color.

His brothers were all huge and muscular. They all played sports. Chase's father expected Chase to play sports, but Chase didn't like them. He did like karate though. He took lessons back in Tennessee. He mainly took the lessons to protect himself from his brothers. When he first suggested karate to his father, he said no. So Chase said he was going to tutor kids, he actually went to karate classes. That's where he met his best friend Clyde. He took karate for two years before they moved.

Besides karate, Chase didn't do anything physical. He was more of an academic child. He was a big writer, and LOVED English class. His father looked down on him for it. He was pretty much ignored. He stayed in his room on his laptop his father was kind enough to get him, but that was it. He went downstairs and hour after dinner, because he knew if he went down during dinner he wouldn't get any food. He would just heat up something in the freezer and eat it.

He didn't expect things to be any different in the new house. His father said he had found a giant house with 5 bedrooms in a nice neighborhood for a dirt cheap price. Nobody argued as they packed up the bags to move. Until they were in the car, and they found out they were moving out of the state. His brothers started yelling at his father, and that's why his earbuds were in now.

They pulled off the highway and onto an old country road. They drove down that road for about a half mile before they came upon a large town. It was full of busy people on the streets and cars driving around. It looked like any town. They drove through the straight roads.

"Dad what house are we in?"Douglas asked.

"You'll see when we get there" their father responded.

Chase was looking out the window. He noticed that the deeper they got into the town, the darker and more abandoned it got. There were less people on the streets, and the ones that were on the streets had their heads down and were moving fast. He was getting a bad feeling about this.

The sun had almost disappeared by the time they turned onto their street. Trees surrounded everything, and it was eerily dark. They drove all the way down to the end of the street, to a large house right on the end. They pulled in the slanted driveway, and the moving van stopped on the side of the road.

The front lawn was a steep hill. All the grass in front of the house was almost dead. Paint chips were falling off the siding of the large three story house. There was a single tree in the front yard, and there was a half destroyed tire swing on it. The house looked scary, and it loomed over the other houses on the Lane. Calder Lane.

Chase was pushed out of his thoughts when he was pushed out of the car. Marcus had opened the door and pushed him onto the asphalt. He stood up and waited for his brothers to get out. When Douglas got out, he pushed Chase to the ground. He did a backward role before catching himself. Douglas was the nicest, but he was the most competitive. He had to win, even if it means hurting his little brother.

Chase stood up and pushed the little rocks off of him. He went into the car and got his backpack. Inside was the things he treasured most. His laptop, his small stuffed rabbit, and a news clipping he had stolen. It was of his mother. It was the only picture anyone in the family had of her. And since he was mostly forgotten, he thought the photo should be forgotten as no one was looking he took it out of his backpack and put it in his shoe.

Chase walked slowly up to the house. He cautiously stepped inside. The floor creaked the second he stepped foot in. His father was standing in the entrance hall. Off to the left was a staircase that led upstairs. Next to the stairs was a parlor with a pole table and a bar. To the right, there was a large suit of armor, then three doors toward the back of the room. One led to a study with a desk. One led to a dining room, and the last to a kitchen. There was a door under the stairs. It led to a staircase which led to the basement/laundry room. The person who had lived there before them had left some of the furniture.

"Your bedroom is on third floor" Chase's father told him. Chase walked up the stairs, and onto the walkway. There was a railing and you could see down into the entrance hall. There was a room right at the top. It was a bathroom. He continued walking and saw three more rooms. One of his brothers was in each. There was a fourth room which was significantly larger than any of his father's room. There was a fifth door as well. Chase opened it, and the first thing he got was a face full of dust.

After the dust cleared he saw a staircase. He assumed it led to his bedroom. He went inside, leaving the door open slightly. He slowly started ascending the he heard the door slam. He turned around and saw it closed. He heard the lock click as he ran down toward the door. He tried the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

'Have fun in your new room little bro" it was Trent. Of course. He should have known.

"Trent let me out!" Chase shouted.

"No way kid. I already swallowed the key" Trent laughed, then Chase heard footsteps leaving. He knew it was useless to try and get the door open so he went up the stairs. The ceiling was low. Only about 5 feet. Inside the room was only a desk. It was quite large, but the roof slanted in, cutting the room down from the size of the entire house, to about half that size. He placed his backpack down on the floor, and put his phone and earbuds inside. He knew calling his father to let him out would be useless. He was ok with his three oldest torturing his youngest. Since his mother died it had always been the same. No one cared for Chase's well-being.

Chase looked around for a way out. He saw a window in the ceiling which led outside. He couldn't reach it though. He went over to the desk. He was going to pull it over when he saw something carved in the wood

GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN

Chase was shocked, but he assumed the old owner of the desk was old and crazy. He pulled the desk over the window and stood on top of it. It took all of his strength, but he managed to pushed the window open. He pulled himself out and onto the roof. He was on the front slant. He threw his hands up because he knew he was victorious. What he didn't realize was that Marcus was climbing onto the roof as well. Before Chase could realize what was happening Marcus pushed his leg out from under him.

Chase fell onto the roof then started sliding down.

"No! No! No no no!" Chase shouted, trying to grab onto one of the roof shingles. He heard Marcus laughing.

"Marcus! I'm gonna kill..." Chase couldn't get the last word out before he fell off the roof. He plummeted three stories and fell onto the grass. He rolled down the hill until he was lying with his head facing the sidewalk. He groaned. His wrist hurt really bad.

"Are you ok?!" he heard a female voice asked. He looked up a little and saw a girl standing over him. She had light brown hair, and blue eyes. She looked about Chase's age. She was also a little shorter than him, and she was beautiful.

"Yeah. I think so" Chase said, sitting up, "I think might have sprained my wrist though"

Chase looked at his wrist. It was purple and blue, and it looked out of girl came and sat next to him

"You know my mom's a doctor. She works out of a room in her house. She's the doctor for everyone on Calder Lane. I can take you to see her, if you like"

"Maybe" Chase said.

"I'm Brianna by the way. Brianna Henderson, but everyone calls me Bree" she extended her hand to Chase.

"Charles Davenport. Everyone calls me Chase" he said, and took her hand with his good one, "I just moved here"

"I can tell. Mainly because of the large moving truck in front of the house"

"Yeah" Chase laughed, "that might be a dead giveaway"

"Yeah. So do you want to go see my mom?" Bree asked.

"Sure" Chase said, standing up. Bree stood up too. She led him down the street.

"So why doesn't your mom work at an office?" Chase asked.

"She couldn't get a job. People who live on Calder Lane hardly ever get jobs" Bree told him

"Why not?" Chase asked.

"Well, there's a story about this end of town. Everyone around Calder Lane moved away, but we're forced to stay until we die"

"Why?" Chase interrupted her

"I'm getting to that." she said. "Don't interrupt me"

"Sorry" Chase said, "continue"

"Thank you. So fourteen years ago, on July thirteenth, it was said the woods surrounding Calder Lane were cursed. At first, nobody believed it was true. Then the curse started showing itself. Sinkholes would show up on people's lawns, houses would randomly catch fire. Burn the people inside, then the house would go back to normal. The worst part of all, ANYONE who goes into the woods, never comes out. A few kids were playing in the woods after they were cursed. They never came out. The parents sent out a search party, the search party never came back. Then they sent a search party for the search party, they never came back. People kept sending search parties, but they never came back. Then people started to get smart, and not send anyone else. Occasionally, the dead body of someone who had gone in would appear in the tree in your front yard. But every time someone dies, the house needs to be filled to satisfy the curse "

"Oh my god. I don't know what I should be more scared about. The dead people showing up in the tree, or the fact that I was born fourteen years ago on July thirteenth"

"Wait. You were born ON the cursed date?" she asked. Chase nodded, "no wonder you're here"

Bree turned into a driveway. There was a little sign on the front lawn that said "Henderson Medical Practices" Bree walked up the stairs and opened the door. She went inside and Chase followed.

"We live upstairs. The office is downstairs." Bree told him. She led him into a room. There were chairs along the wall and a coffee table with magazines on it. There they went through another door. Inside was an examination table, and a desk. Inside was a woman who looked exactly like Bree. She was filling out papers.

"Hi mom" she said, "this is Chase. He moved in at the end of the road"

"You moved into that cursed house?!" She seemed shocked. Chase slowly nodded.

"Well he fell off his roof and hurt his wrist" Bree continued.

"How did he fall off the roof?" her mother asked.

"I don't know. How did you fall off the roof, Chase?" Bree questioned.

"Well, I have three older brothers who have a contest to see who can cause me the most pain in a day. And a father who's perfectly ok with it. They're triplets. Trent, Marcus, and Douglas. Well I need to sleep in the attack. Trent locked me in, and then Marcus somehow got in, he must have stolen the key from Trent. Well, I had been problem solving. I pushed the desk under the window on the roof. I was standing on the roof, Marcus came and pushed me off. Then I fell three stories onto the ground, the rolled down the hill on my front lawn"

"Ah-ha" her mother said. Then she opened the desk drawer and took out a clipboard and a pen. She handed them to Chase, "fill these out, then after I'm done with the little Simmons boy I'll help you. I think he has Salmonella"

Chase walked back out into the waiting room. There was a mother there waiting with a little boy, and a teenage boy. Bree's mom stuck her head out of her office door, "come in please Mrs. Simmons" she said. The mother and the little boy stood up, but the older one didn't move. He had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a lot taller than Chase.

"Chase, this is Adam Simmons. He lives next door to you, Adam this is Chase, you're new neighbor"

"You're the newbie?" He asked, standing up.

"Yup" Chase said, taking his eyes off the paper to look at the boy.

"What happened?' he asked.

"My brother pushed me off the roof. Don't ask. I have three older brothers. They're triplets, and they have a daily contest. Who can hurt Chase the most" Chase told him. Adam wandered over, and looked at the paper he was filling out.

"Wait. You have orange eyes?" he asked, "That's so cool!"

"Wait you do?" Bree asked, " let me see"

Chase looked her in the eye. Her eyes widened when she saw his. He looked up at Adam too.

"Bree can you finish filling this out for me? My wrist is killing me" Chase asked.

"Sure. Just tell me what to write" she said, taking the clipboard and pen from him.

"Ok" he gave her the information to finish filling out the sheet. Bree and Adam occasionally made eye contact.

They quickly finished the paper and sat back.

"Why are you in here anyway?" Adam asked. Chase pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing his wrist. Adam made a face at his injury.

"How'd that happen?!" Adam asked. The examination room door opened, and the two other Simmons walked out.

"You can come back now Chase" Dr. Henderson said.

"I'll explain it to him. You go back" said Bree. Chase nodded and stood up. He walked into the examination room with the clipboard and closed the door. He handed Dr. Henderson the clipboard. She looked over the stuff, gasping a few times at his information. Everyone here obviously knew a lot more than Chase did.

After she finished reading, she said, "alright. Let's see your wrist Chase"

Chase rolled up his sleeve and showed her his wrist. She lightly touched it while she was examining it. Her touch made Chase wince.

"Sorry. I think it's badly sprained, but I want to x-ray it just to make sure. Follow me"

Chase and Dr. Henderson walked into another adjoining room. It was dark, and there was an x-ray machine inside.

"Ok. Just put your hand here like this" she laid his hand on top of a small table, "and when I tell you, shift your hand"

She walked out of the room. There was a small click then she came back in.

"Ok, now turn it to the right" she told him. She left again and there was another small click.

"Now turn it to the left. Then were done" he shifted his wrist and she took the finale picture. She opened the door and summoned Chase out. He came out and sat on the examination table. She went over to the computer on her desk and looked at Chase's x-rays.

"Not broken. Just a bad sprain" she said, "I just need to wrap it up. Take Ibuprofen or Advil if it hurts. And ice it for 20 minutes at a time, twice a day"

Dr. Henderson took a bandage out of the drawer. She wrapped Chase's wrist, and opened the door. Chase thanked her and walked out into the waiting room. Adam and Bree were waiting for him. When they saw him Adam stood up and walked over to him.

"So your brother pushed you off the roof?!" He seemed to be in shock. Chase nodded.

"Yeah my brothers are evil" Chase said.

"So do you two wanna stay for dinner?" Bree asked.

"Sure" the boys said at the same time. Bree started walking toward the door. She motioned for the boys to follow her. They walked out of the waiting room and down the hallway. They walked farther back in the house and into the kitchen.

"Dad. Chase and Adam are staying for dinner"

"Who's Chase?" he asked

"The new kid," Bree responded.

"Oh kid. Your life is over," her dad said to him.

"Dad!" Bree said sharply. Her dad put his hands up innocently, and the two quietly argued while Chase and Adam just sat there awkwardly. After they finished the two walked over to the table, carrying food. They placed it down on the table, and sat down. The boys began helping themselves. Chase hadn't had a meal, at a dinner table, with real people, since his mother died. It tasted delicious to not have something that he had pulled out of the freezer.

"So Chase. Where do you come from?" Mr. Henderson asked.

"Tennessee," Chase responded.

"And what made you want to move to this place?" he asked

"I don't know. Dad just said he found a huge house for a dirt cheap price. That's it," Chase said, cutting his porkchop.

"Did you mother approve of this?" Mr. Henderson looked him in the eye.

"No. No. My, my mother passed away eleven years agos," an awkward silence filled the room. Then Mr. Henderson spoke up for one final time during the meal.

"Son. Whatever you do. Make sure you, your brothers, or your father, never go into the woods. Do you understand me?" he asked, looking Chase straight in the eye.

"I understand, sir," Chase responded. The meal continued in silence. Chase was the first to leave the house. He wanted to avoid any more awkward conversations with Mr. Henderson. It was dark outside, and the street was eerily empty. It felt the same as when they got there, only darker and scarier. Chase was walking up his front lawn when a hand clamped down over his mouth.

Two more sets of hands grabbed his legs. He looked in front of him, and saw it was his brothers. That's just what he needed right now. They began walking him toward their backyard, where there was no fencing. He managed to twist himself away from them. He landed on the ground. He quickly stood up, and ran for the front door.

He was almost there when Trent jumped on top of him, smashing his wrist against the ground. He sucked in a sharp breath to keep himself from yelping. Trent then rolled off him. Then they grabbed him, and picked him up again. They were getting closer and closer to the edge of the woods.

"No. No! Guys! You can't put me in there!" Chase struggling even more to get free, "seriously guys. This is a bad idea. Don't put me in there! Please!" Chase begged and begged until Marcus leaned forward and punched him in the mouth.

"Keep your mouth shut you little twerp" he said. They had made it to the edge of the woods.

"Alright guys ready?" Trent asked, Chase still protesting and struggling.

"One" They began swinging him, "Two...three!"

Chase was flung into the woods. He kept going until he hit a tree. He laid on the ground, on the verge of unconsciousness. He passed out to the sound of his brother's cheering.