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Desperate Housewitches - Chapter One:
1.01: Death takes a Neighbor
Chapter Synopsis:
Prescott Lane is a quiet street... for the most part. Piper and Leo Wyatt are the happily married couple with two children, who have secrets tearing their family apart. Phoebe Halliwell is the divorced wife, trying to start a new life in her lovely home. Paige Matthews makes a new friend and says goodbye to an old one. As the women of Prescott Lane live their lifes, a neighbors death mysteriously sparks the return of secrets they thought they'd lost.
Story By: Brando
Written By: Brando
Magic is often known as a particularly rare gift. Those who fear it, over judge it; while those who accept it, never question it. However, those who practice it, keep it a secret.
Prescott Lane was a quiet place, until the accident made the news. The news that an elderly woman had recently departed the world of the living.
Penny Johnson was an intelligent old woman. Everyday she'd tend to her garden, tidy the house, and bask in the pleasant sunlight of her attic. Today the garden remained unattended, the house was untidy, and the attic was smoky. Penny Johnson had no husband to come running at troubled times. Everyone knew she'd had marital problems with her past husbands, that's right, husbands. On the very day that Penny lay motionless on the living room floor, nobody came to assist her before she passed.
In a time of death, life appears to go on. The residents of Prescott Lane were going about their ordinary day.
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Phoebe Halliwell had turned over a new leaf. By marrying a man with the name of Cole Turner, Phoebe had realized that sometimes love was simply over-rated. Cole Turner had disappeared quickly after the divorce. Left in Phoebe's possession was the beautiful second story yellow Victorian with the nice garden and white picket fence. It sat right beside Paige Matthews house and Penny Johnson house. She had recently taken on a job at the Bay Mirror as an Advice columnist. However being a writer came with it's perks, for Phoebe Halliwell liked to stick her nose... where it didn't belong.
Phoebe walked down the street to her own mailbox. It was an average square mailbox with hearts engraved in the side, reading Halliwell. She was wearing a pink tube top with a nice black skirt that wrapped around her tiny waist. Her shoulder-length brown hair was wrapped at the end in long gleaming curls that sagged over the blades of her shoulders. She smiled as she took out three envelopes and rummaged through them. Another envelope of divorce paperwork, the water bill, and a letter from the Bay Mirror.
"Ugh, I thought fan mail is supposed to remain at the office." she said, rolling her eyes. She started back to her house when she heard a car door slam across the street. Her neighbor, Piper Wyatt, was wrestling with her sons.
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Of all the residents on Prescott Lane, Piper Wyatt was the only one to have children at an early age. Her two sons, Wyatt and Chris, were the ages of five and three. Wyatt, whose first name resembled his last, was only announced by his first. Piper Wyatt was wearing a white button-up shirt with blue jeans and her long brown hair bobbed behind her head in a white head band. She had married a man by the name of Leo Wyatt in her early years as well, and together they'd taken care of two children in a small apartment, before moving to Prescott Lane. They'd been given a great price on the beautiful red Victorian mansion that rested on the corner hilltop of the street. The manor was right next door to a vacant house. For Piper and Leo, being good parents was an easy job, but continuing a steady marriage... was becoming a problem.
Piper wrestled Chris out of his car seat as Wyatt held her purse.
"Wyatt, hold on to Mommy's purse more carefully, we don't want... aah!" her scream echoed down the street. Wyatt had dropped her purse and items were rolling down the pavement.
Piper's lipstick rolled into the street sewer drain, along with her blush brush and her gold earrings she'd received from a second cousin, Muriel. Piper's wallet reached the edge of the pavement before she thought of a way to stop it. A way that would ensure she didn't lose anything else falling from her purse. The only problem was, Phoebe Halliwell was headed her way.
Piper waved her hand, wishing the wallet would stop moving.
"Hey, Piper." Phoebe said as she shook her hair out of her face. "What's going on?"
"Not much, I'm having some trouble with Wyatt and Chris as you could obviously see." Piper said.
"I see, definitely. Would you like some help with those bags?" Phoebe asked sweetly.
"Oh, thanks but I'm sure I've got it. Wyatt, Chris, get over here and help Mommy carry these!" Piper shouted up the steps, looking from the boys to Phoebe and smiling, "It's all taken care of."
"Hey, do you mind if I come back over for dinner?" Phoebe asked.
"Of course. How could I say no? Besides it's not like Leo will be home in time." Piper said, sighing.
"Okay, thanks." Phoebe said as she turned and walked off.
Piper watched her leave and turned back around to find that her wallet had indeed stopped roling. In fact it had stopped completely, including the twenty-dollar bill that had easily slid out of the fold. She bent down to pick it up, realizing that something seemed strange. In her past experience, even at her old job, she had come across times when she needed a little bit more time. With a wave of Piper's hand she had managed to stop things from happening or escaping her grasp. Such as a bottle of wine about to shatter, or a time when she was missing an ingredient for her crab ravioli.
Nearly 3 years ago, when Piper and Leo had first moved to Prescott Lane, she'd lost touch of this rare gift. On this very day, however, Piper had found that missing gift at the best of times.
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Down the street, next door to Phoebe's beautiful yellow house, Paige Matthews sat on her porch. In front of her sat an easel and a kit of assorted paint colors. She was the peculiar one of Prescott Lane. Paige Matthews was a single woman of slender size and lightly colored skin. She had moved to Prescott Lane shortly after her break up with Glenn. Glenn had been a High School friend and she had fallen for him, at least that was true until she caught him cheating on her with a woman named Jessica. As she sat on the porch painting a picture, she thought about her neighbors and her dear friend, Penny Johnson. She had been friends with Penny Johnson for the three years she'd lived on Prescott Lane. Penny had always been a strange woman in her eyes. And knowing Paige, when someone was acting strange, she was one to investigate.
Paige's long curly brown hair hung down at her sides, overlapping her broad shoulders. She had a purple top on with a white cover up and black jeans. She set down her painting colors and started back inside for a warm cup of coffee.
"Excuse me." a voice said, sounding most like a young woman's.
Paige turned to her front door where the screen door was shut and saw a tall slender blonde standing on her porch.
"Is this the Matthew's residence?" the woman asked.
"Yes, who are you?" Paige asked, stepping back towards the door.
"My name is Billie Jenkins, nice to meet you." Billie smiled, sending her hand out for a handshake. She was dressed in a blue tank top and tight white Capri pants.
"I'm Paige Matthews. Nice to meet you, Billie." Paige said, returning the handshake greeting. "What brings you to my home?"
"Oh, well actually I'm your new neighbor." Billie chuckled, throwing back her hair in that preppy tone Paige despised. "I just thought I'd stop by and say hi, you know?"
"How nice it is of you to say hi. Where exactly are you staying?" Paige asked.
"Over in that house right over there. The one on the other side of that nasty brown colored one." Billie said.
Paige glanced over, knowing exactly which nasty colored house Billie was talking about. Penny Johnson house was the only brown house on the block. Billie's house had to be right on the other side, which put it directly across the street from Piper and Leo's house. If that was the case, then why was Billie visiting Paige instead of Piper and Phoebe. Of course it didn't really matter, for Paige could always use a new friend.
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Phoebe opened the door to her house and walked in. The entrance hall led off into a gorgeous foyer with a dining table and a fireplace. At the end of the hall was a doorway that led into the fabulously large kitchen. Phoebe hardly ever cooked if she could avoid it, she'd nearly always gone to Piper's for dinner or ordered delivery. After all, she couldn't help admiring a cute man in uniform.
She started up the winding white wooden staircase to her bedroom. Her bedroom was unique in its own foundation. The roses in the vase were corresponding to the red satin sheet bed that kept Phoebe's lonesome body warm at night. To the right of the bed, Phoebe's wardrobe and bathroom led off into the other side of the house. Phoebe loved her clothes and her shoes, even her large jet spa bathtub.
"Hmm, I think a change of clothes is in order." she stated as she headed towards her closet.
She slid her hand across the multicolored selection of dresses lining the right side of the room. Her hand moved from the ivy green cocktail dress, to the flamingo pink mini skirt. As her finger tips touched the cream colored dress she saved for company parties, her heart jumped and her eyes closed.
VISION:
Everything had gone black and white. Phoebe stood in a room full of dancers as someone grabbed her hand. The lights were dim, hiding the one man that was holding on to her so tight. She felt herself begin to dance under the lights of the dance floor. Instantly her lips locked with the mysterious stranger.
END OF VISION
Phoebe dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. Something had just happened and it was freaking her out. She had just seen a vision of some sort, almost like a premonition. She remembered when she was little and how she had always been able to tell that something bad was about to happen. Sure enough, whatever she felt would happen, had indeed happened. She stood up and looked at the cream colored dress. Something here had sparked this sudden vision of hers. This was something she had not remembered she could do since being a little girl. She took the cream colored dress off the hanger and set it to the side, it was going to be of use sometime later.
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There was a sudden change of light in the room. One minute Paige had been sitting in her chair outside and the next minute she was standing in the living room of Penny Gram's house.
"What the hell?" she asked herself as she looked around.
Perhaps something made Paige wish she was at Penny Johnson. This was just another strange event that had happened in her life. When Paige was little, she had a knack for being in places at times when she couldn't explain. Nobody, not even herself, could ever figure it out. Paige deluded herself to thinking that she was sick of course and it was one of the many things that caused her break up with Glen. Her lack of appearance around him, although she couldn't explain ever having left at random times, concluded in the affair.
"Not again, please." she begged to an invisible hope as she rounded the door. She hoped Penny wouldn't hear her. It was the last thing she needed; to be accused of breaking and entering.
Paige Matthews might've been in fear for her own safety. As soon as she discovered the body...
Paige looked towards the end of the stairs and spotted Penny's motionless body. She ran as quick as she could and felt for a pulse. When she didn't feel anything she panicked.
"Penny. Penny come on, wake up. Penny!" Paige shouted.
... she realized that she'd just lost a friend. The neighbors of Prescott Lane would soon know that Penny had passed, and when they did, the stories would begin to spread. Some could say she had fallen down the stairs of her own accord. Some could say her heart condition had increased. Although stories would start to spread, nobody could ever know the truth of her untimely death. For Penny Johnson had many secrets, and her biggest secret of all, was also that of her neighbors...
TO BE CONTINUED
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Author's Note: Hey Everyone, this is my second series on I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and the chapters to come afterwards. Please read and review as it will help me to develop the story faster and be more progressive. Thank you.