"Kendall wake up we're here!" Katie screeched at the top of her lungs making Kendall wake with a start, hear ting thumping rapidly in his chest and wide eyed. He turns to look at his baby sister with a playful but mean glare.

"Katie don't do that you nearly gave me a heart attack." Kendall scolded as he took deep breaths to try and calm himself down. But all Katie did was pout at him before getting out of the car. Kendall rolled his green eyes and followed suit, pulling his grey beanie over his shaggy blonde hair to keep it in place. He looked up at the new house and sighed. Well his mom did say they were moving and here they are.

The house was white and modern looking, with a front porch and huge front windows. It was a very nice house but Kendall didn't take to liking it right away. Why? Because it wasn't his old one. "Come on dear stop pouting and help me bring things inside." His mother said as she carried a box of Katie's things inside. With a sigh Kendall went to the back of the van and picked up one of his boxes and made his way inside the new house. "Go pick out your room Kendall okay?" His mother called from the kitchen. He was about to protest but decided against it. If he let Katie pick her room first he'd get stuck with the smallest.

"Okay mum!" He called back and made his way up the stairs. When he got upstairs he found three bedrooms. He took the second biggest leaving the master bedroom for his mum. He set his box down on the floor before going to get the rest of his stuff. It took him for what seemed like forever but finally got his bed and dresser up the stairs an into his room. He jumped and the slight knock on his door but calmed to see it was only his mom.

"Need any help?" She asked.

Kendall shook his head, "Nope I think I got it covered." He said knowing how busy his mom was going to be setting up the rest of the house. Kendall can handle his own room he doesn't need his mom to help put his room together. He smiled sweetly at her and she returned it before leaving and going down the hall.

When she was gone he breathes a sigh of relief and went back to unpacking. At least he had the summer to get use to the new place. But that didn't stop the pain in his heart that came with this move. They had moved from Minnasota to California for a fresh start. And Kendall knows that his mom would never say so but he thinks it's because that's where his dad is.

Tears perked in Kendall's big green eyes at the thought of his father. His father died a few months ago in a terrible accident. What made it worse was that Kendall saw it happen. He watched his father and best friend die before his very eyes. Wiping the fallen tears from his face he gets up and umpacks some more to keep himself busy, not wanting to open they fresh heat wrenching wounds that were still hard to think about.

Deciding to leave his posters and other things for later, Kendall made his bed and set up his night stand before going downstairs to see if his mom needed help. "Need any help mum?"

"Sure sweetheart if you wanted to set up the living room." She answered cleaning off the counter tops.

"Sure." Kendall said before going into the living room. All the boxes were already in there do he set to work on putting things around the room. The whole time he felt like someone was watching him. And every time he turned around no one was there. Shaking it off Kendall went to hang up his mums certains. Doing so made his t-shirt ride up to his mid stomach showing off his lower abdomen and some of his hips.

Kendall shivered when he felt something as cold as ice around his mid section and pulled his shirt down hoping to keep warm. Not that he really needed to, they were in California at the beginning of summer it was going to be pleanty warm.

When Kendall was done he was happy with how the room turned out and went back upstairs. Upon entering his room he stopped in his tracks. His bed sheets were thrown back.

'Katie.' Kendall thought as he mentally scolded the little girl he went over and fixed his bed. He then went to the room next door to give his baby sister a piece of his mind. "Katie, what have I told you about going into my room?" Kendall asked from the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed.

"Not to do it." Katie answered with confusion in her voice and Kendall rolled his eyes. "Why?"

Kendall rolled his eyes again, as if she didn't know. "Because you went in and messed up my bed!"

Katie knitted her eyebrow together, "No I didn't I've been in here the whole time putting my room together." Kendall looked deep into those coffee brown eyes with any hint that she might be lying. She wasn't.

"Fine. But I mean it stay out of my room." Kendall warned before going back to his room. He closed the door behind him and when he turned around he froze.

His bed was messed up again.

"What the hell?" He said to himself. Kendall was sure he just made that bed not to long ago. And it couldn't have been Katie he was just talking to her. This is weird, Kendall thought as he went over and made his bed for the third time. When he was done Kendall just stared at the bed, waiting for it to unmake itself so he would have to start over.

But nothing happened.

Letting out a sigh Kendall left the room and closed the door behind him.

For dinner that night his mum just ordered a pizza seeing as she has yet to put everything in the kitchen away and was to drained to cook anything. Once Kendall was done he helped clean up the dishes before going in for the night. When he got to his room the first thing he looked at was his bed. He breathed a sigh a relief when it was still in tack. Smiling, he went over to his dresser and changed into his pajamas, feeling like there were eyes on him the whole time.

When he was pulling his night shirt on that cold chill came back for a moment but was gone the second his shirt was in place. He turned off the light and blindly made his way to his bed. Once he was all situated he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

CRASH!

Kendall woke with a start, breathing hard and heart jack hammering in his chest. He grabbed his phone to look at the time and it read 2:19am. He used the light from his phone to look around his room and he saw nothing out of place. Except the picture frame that was now smashed on the floor.

Kendall got out of bed and carefully made his way for the light switch. That wasn't working. Kendall groaned, wasn't this suppost to be a brand new house? Still using the light from his phone he went over and picked up the broken frame. When he saw what picture it was he nearly broke down crying.

It was the one of him and his dad last summer at a hockey game. Not being able to look at it anymore he laid it on top of his dresser and then tried to pick up all the glass. He then put the pieces into his waste basket and started back for his bed. He flashed his phones light in the way of his mirror on the and he had to do a double take.

Did he just see glowing eyes?!

Kendall held the light of his phone pointing at the mirror before it went out. "Shit." He cursed under his breath before hitting the button again to bring the light back. Kendall just looked at his reflection for a moment.

Then out of nowhere two bright glowing eyes reviled themselfs. Kendall's heart started pounding again, he spun around to face the eyes but there was nothing behind him. He was about to go back to bed and try to forget those eyes that pierced into his soul when he felt warm air on the back of his neck and a deep voice in his ear. "You're very blinding." And then everything went black.

The next morning Kendall woke up and found himself back in his bed. It was only a dream, he told himself. He sighed happily and got dressed for the day. When he passed his dresser on the way out he saw a picture frame laying down. He picked it up and his blood went cold.

It was the same frame from last night. It was all real.

Even those haunting eyes.