It seemed like a calming, natural place to live. Though I'm not a huge fan of giant, old, decrepit houses that don't appear to have electricity of any kind and are possibly infested with ghostly figures, it's not like I want to live in some run down old trailer.
Neither does my mom, Kayla, or my brother, Oliver, or my dad, Dan. They all think this is a great experience for them. They seem to love places from long ago. Our last house had an intense infestation of termites, and it forced us out. It was the only modern place we'd lived in.
But this place seems fine, I suppose. I don't have any form of problem with it. I guess that the quiet will aid my studies in solar sciences.
As we step in, however, I notice that there's an eerie feeling to it, accompanied by a horrifying musty smell that brings tears to my eyes.
"Mother, I detest a place of such… rancid conditions like this. Are you positive that this was a very well recommended place to house humans?"
"That's enough lip from you, missy." My mom set her suitcases down, opened her arms wide, and took a deep sniff. "Smell that great air!"
"Mom," my brother stated. "You face is green."
"… URK!" she rushed off to the door labeled, "Bathroom."
"Well…" My father placed all of our suitcases against the wall. "This is your new home, kids."
"I hate it." My brother growled.
"Just be quiet. I spent a fortune on this house, okay?" Dad went over and flipped a switch. The naked light bulb flicked and then began glowing. "At least we have some light…"
"Whatever." I flopped onto the couch, sending up a storm of dust and cobwebs, which wracked a huge coughing from me that required the aid of my inhaler. After both the dust and my lungs settled, I croaked, "Grotesque. I feel like vomiting all over the wall."
"Grow up a little, Dez." Oliver stated as he cautiously sat down on the chair.
"Both of you, quiet." Dad sat down on the love seat, sending the dust scooting away in both directions.
"So, did the realtor tell you if this thing has a phone, wi-fi, or electricity?"
"Yes, it has electricity, and I'll get wi-fi for you, Destiny. As for the phone, well, we all have cell phones, so it doesn't matter."
"Dad, I don't really want to live here…" I whispered. "It feels kind of… horror-movie-esque."
"What?"
"I mean, it feels like we're in a horror movie."
"Destiny, you can't be serious. There's nothing wrong with this house."
"Yeah right…"
Mom joined us at that moment. "Well, the rest of this house may be dusty, but that bathroom is spotless." She sat next to Dad on the loveseat.
"This is a lovely place. So old-fashioned and timely. You kids should know more about your ancestors. You know what? I've got a great idea. Every Saturday, we should go to the library and look up some history books. Maybe we'll find out something interesting." Mom rambled.
"Bo-ring!" Oliver shouts. His voice echoes up the stairs, into the kitchen, and in many places that were out of our view.
"New rule: No talking in loud voices."
The sound of glass sliding along the table caught my attention. The candle that was placed on it had been moved from the center.
Mom sees it as well. "Oliver, why did you move this? I had it just right too…" she mutters as she readjusts the candle's position.
"I didn't touch that."
"Destiny?"
"Not me."
"Dan?"
"Nope."
"Oh, so I guess a ghost just appeared out of nowhere and moved it, am I right?" She asked, looking at us all.
"…"
The sound reappeared, and once again, the candle had been moved.
"Who is doing it?" Mom questioned us. "One of you is messing with me."
"Mom, we're not doing. Just watch the cand—" I freeze. The candle was back in the center of the table.
"That's enough! If that candle is moved, I will personally ground the perpetrator." Mom growls.
Oliver and I exchange a glance and then we focus on the candle. But, no movement occurs.
In the glare of the candle, however, something catches my eye. It's quick, and I can only glimpse it. But, I do see the faded, transparent body of a small boy.