A Haunting On Wickford

by iluvtowritestories

Kim Crawford is just a regular girl. On the last day of school, she notices that the house on the end of Wickford road has sold to a new family, the Brewers. When she goes over to their house to meet them, she meets Jack Brewer, a boy her age. As they become closer, Kim feels strange things occuring in the house. Can they contain what is in the house, or will it contain them?

1. Chapter 1

A Haunting On Wickford Road

Kim

BLEEEEEP! My alarm clock screamed. I groaned and rolled over. I clicked the button to silence it, and groggily sat up. Today was the last day of school, thank goodness. I got up and decided to dress nice for the last day. I decided to throw on some green boot-cut jeans, lacey white top, and some black flats. I quickly walked into my bathroom to put on some makeup.

"Kim! Are you up?" I hear my mom yell. I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Yes I am!" I yell back. I hear footsteps on the stairs and soon my bedroom door burst open. "Hey! You look nice. Would you like some food? I can make you pancakes, waffles, anything you want!" my mom says happily. I look at her and smile. "Just put out a fruit salad, okay? Thanks mom!" I say. She smiles back and walks out. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother with all my heart, but she tries too hard to be a mom, if that makes any sense. I finish my hair and makeup and go downstairs. Sure enough, the fruit salad lay on the table. I quickly eat it, and check my time. Wow, I got ready fast. I decided to take my bike today, then rather wait for the bus for 45 minutes. I sat down onto the bike seat and started my path to school

I road to the end of my street, Youngdale drive, and made a left turn. I started riding down the main road. Don't worry, it's not a highway. It's like one of those roads that lead to a busy street, which leads to a busier street, which leads to an even busier street. Than the road deposits onto a highway. Since I don't like taking the main road to school. I take the back roads. I turn down Retoreli Street, and continue down 3 streets until I reach Wickford road. Wickford road was the place you go when you retire. The beginning is a ton of new homes, and the farther you get the older the houses get. As I ride down, I occasionally see people watering gardens, walking dogs, or just sitting on the porch drinking coffee. Soon I reach an intersection. If I turn left, it would take me back towards the main road. If I go right, that would bring me towards my school. If I continue straight, that would take me to the older houses. Since I still had a lot of time, I went straight. Some of these houses were built in the early 1930's. I've never been down this part of Wickford. But many people in my school say it's haunted. Can you believe it? Kids my age still believe in ghosts. How pathetic. But I could see why people think this place is haunted. The houses were huge and intimidating. My dad is a real estate agent, and I occasionally hear him telling my mom about how this one house on Wickford keeps getting put on the market, and it is really hard to sell. I remember the number is 452. I rode to the end of the road and saw a house at the end of the road. I rode close to the house and could barely make out the numbers 452 on the rusty mailbox. I could tell why this house never sold. Ivy crawled all over the building. The windows were covered in dirt and grime, and the grass was completely overgrown. But surprisingly, the for sale sign had BOUGHT on the bottom. I hoped whoever bought this house had a sense of style. This place needed a lot of help.

I checked my watch and figured I better get to school. I quickly pedaled the rest of the way to school and locked my bike up in the bike rack. I hurried to my locker and saw my friend Grace waiting by it. "Hey biatch, why are you late?" she asks. I laugh at her nickname for me, and open my locker. "I wanted to take a little bike trip." I answered. I didn't even have to look at her to know she was gawking at me. "So you wanted to go on a bike trip, so you left me here waiting for 10 minutes!? Where'd you go that was SO important?" she asks. I throw my bag in my locker and slam it shut. "I wanted to see the rest of Wickford road." I said. Grace grabbed my arm before letting me walk away. "please don't tell me you went into old Wickford." She said. I rolled my eyes and started walking to class. "Grace, you don't believe in all of those haunted houses, right?" I ask. Grace nods. "um yeah Kim. You don't?" She asks. I laugh and shake my head. "No! Ghosts aren't real. I gotta get to class. See you in English!" I say, walking away.