hi, so this is basically what if claire didnt go to the glass house when monica puched her down the staires , but she went to the 'wierd old lady' it starts when claire is looking for a place to go.

CHAPTER ONE :Claire started dialing numbers , wincing at the pain in her back . She had to find somewhere else to go , or Monica would get her tonight , whatever she was going to do , it would be way worse than pushing her down the stairs . Which nearly killed her . Of course she could always call her parents , but that would just lead to more trouble . And trouble was one thing she wanted to stay away from , not that she hadn't already gotten herself into this mess.

The first person told her that they had already found a roommate , the second sounded like a weird old man who she couldn't understand a word he had said , she moved on to the next number , 'hello?' Claire said in a small voice as if the person on the other line was going to pounce at her from the phone , but she got no answer , 'hello? Is anyone there?' she said .

Just as she was going to hang up , she heard a cold sounding woman say 'what?' . Claire held the phone away from her ear , after few seconds she managed to mumble a few words ' umm .. hi , I was .. calling .. about the umm room?' , 'oh ' the women who now sounded quiet old 'what's your name child?' , 'Claire , my name is Claire Danvers' Claire said in a small and shaky voice .

'oh , well if you want you can come and see it , its 58 founders edge ' the woman replied in a cold voice 'come tomorrow at 8 and don't be late' she added , Claire thought for a second , but where would she stay the night ? there were a few more numbers to call but she was running out of credit, she certainly couldn't risk staying here , shed be dead in the morning .

'umm.. ma'am? You don't think I could perhaps… umm come today?' 'if that's ok?' she quickly added , the woman considered it for a few seconds before saying a simple 'ok' and hanging up before Claire could mumble a 'thanks'.

There was something weird about that woman . But she was her only hope. Anyway what harm could an old lady cause? She quickly gathered a few books and a pencil and called a taxi. Who seemed to be the only taxi in Morganville , what a weird place , back where she used to live there were taxis all over the place . a few minutes later the taxi arrived she quickly gathered her things –which were not much- and climbed in the back seat .

The man turned around and stared at her , 'where to?' he grunted , ' 58 founders edge?' she answered as if there were a right or wrong answer , he turned around and took off.

The house – more like mansion – wasn't that far away , maybe a five minute drive . Claire was lost in her own thoughts , what if the woman didn't like Claire and threw her out ? where would she stay? …until the driver suddenly interrupted her ' are you meeting some one ? you college kids always looking for a good time? Just don't stay out at night , hear me? ' he said with a stern voice.

'yes sir of course , thanks' she replied . He was really freaking her out now . when they got to 'founders edge' Claire just stared at the houses , they all looked so big and fancy , 'shit, I'll never be able to pay the rent for this room!' she thought . she only had 300 dollars left , and she needed that to buy new clothes since that idiot Monica had dumped her other clothes down the chute. Perfect.

The taxi came to a sudden stop , and she realized that they were now parked in front of no. 58 . 'that'll be $10.15 , please , and what are you doing in this house?' 10 dollars for a ten minute drive?

But she didn't complain , she quickly paid up and answered his question . 'I'm here to see the room , it's for rent ' , 'oh that rooms been on for rent for a few months now , and many kids like you have been here , but never stayed , and never seen really , I should know, you be careful of her , she isn't a pretty one' . that made Claire feel a bit scared , never seen ? , what the hell was that supposed to mean? Stupid old town with their stupid residents she thought to herself , ' never seen like how sir?' she said slowly . 'never seen like never seen , I don't know but don't come crying to me ! now go , I'm busy ' he grunted and drove away .

Great she thought , now I'm stranded on a street near the house of a freaky old lady who's going to kill me. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks , and she started sobbing , she went to sit on a seat near the gate , wincing at the pain she got just sitting down . she sat there crying for what felt like hours until her eyes were more puffy and redder than before .

She was getting hungry and the woman had told her not to be late . but she was already late so she turned to face the grand house. 'holy shit' she whispered under her breath . it was amazingly big , yep she would never be able to pay the rent. It had large white windows with what looked like super thick cream curtains drawn so you couldn't see inside 'curtains drawn at 3:00 in the afternoon , wow this lady is weird' she said to herself .

The house had a large front garden with large bushes and an old tree smack dab in the middle . a plant with large blossoming flowers was draped over the cream bricks which seemed to have some sort of carvings on them .

This probably was some sort of Victorian house . the doors were double shiny glass/wood doors . Claire slowly walked up the path leading to the doors , she walked up the steps and stared at the fancy lion knocker , it looked really weird and she had never used a knocker before so she just knocked with her pale small hand , before she could wince at the pain when she knocked with her bruised hand , the door shot open…