Ok, so this is my second fanfic. If you like Maximum Ride I suggest you read my other story Falling in the Dark. I have been thinking about writing this story for a while but just now got the time to do it. If you feel that the story is bad, you can use constructive criticism, that's one of the reasons I write these stories. I hope in doing so, people can read what I write and help me improve my writing. Also, if you know any Naruto, Twilight, Maximum Ride, or Inuyasha stories that you find really good, tell me the name in a pm or a review! Thanks, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I do own the plot, and the world! JK!
"Alec where are you? This isn't funny; I'm tired of playing these stupid games!" I walked down the dusty hallway. Pictures covered the walls, each frame holding a person with eyes that seemed to watch my every move.
I hate this creepy old house. Mom must be crazy if she thinks I'm living here!
My family had just moved into an ancient house in the small town of Ankola. The old house belonged to the richest family in town, so the house is huge. But it was also claimed to be the place where at least 37 people were murdered. The house's owners were said to be serial killers. Civilians would go into the house and wouldn't come out. Everyone in Ankola refused to go near the house because they were afraid of disappearing. Apparently the house has been deserted ever since 1812 when the master of the house left in the middle of the night and never came back. Everyone believed he died.
I feel like I'm in one of those stupid horror movies where the people buy a new house in a small superstitious town, and slowly everyone in the house starts to die. First the family pet, then the help, until finally the family meets the killer and just barely escapes with their lives after the father comes up with a totally unethical way to kill the killer.
A laugh came out of a room at the end of the hall, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Gotcha Alec," I smirked. I crept along the hall, wincing at every noisy floorboard. Taking hold of the tarnished brass handle, I whipped the door open.
"Found you," I yelled. As I took a closer look around the small room, however, I saw only peeling wallpaper and dust mites. The room had an unnatural smell to it, like a mix between a pine tree and fresh snow. One piece of furniture occupied the space, a leather wing backed chair. It faced the far wall of the room, looking out a window that had a view of the untended garden.
Geez, how stupid does he think I am!
"Oh where could little Alec be," I said in a sarcastic voice. I walked over to the chair and spun it around.
What?!
The chair was empty. Alec was no where to be seen, yet I knew that the laughter came from the room.
Where is he?!
Sighing, I turned to the window.
It's too stuffy in here, I feel like I'm breathing in dust.
Grabbing the bottom of the window, I tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
Dang window! It won't open. I hate this, the house is so old that even the windows won't work, how on earth am I expected to live here until I'm 18?!
After shoving on the window for 5 minutes, I gave up, leaning against the sill.
Just have to get dad or Alec up here to fix it. Speaking of which, I still haven't found him, where is that boy?!
A smooth laugh rang through the room. I would be exaggerating if I said the voice was a foot away from me. It was more like an inch. Cold air blew on the back of my neck, making me shiver.
"Hey there," said the velvet like voice.
That's not Alec or Dad, but it's definitely a guy's voice. Who the heck is behind me?!
"Jane, Honey where are you," my mother called. A gust of wind flew past me. Spinning on my heel, I stared at where I had heard the voice of the mysterious man. No one was there, but somehow, when I turned back, the window was open.
What is wrong with this house?!
I stared at the window, looking for any sign of how it could have opened. It looked like it was forced open from the dents in the bottom of the window.
I know I didn't do that.
"Jane, ah there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you! Could you help me clean up downstairs? I want the house to look nice for when the family comes to see the house on Friday." My mom was standing in the doorway of the room. Everyone says Alec and I look just like her, but I don't see it. She has light blonde hair that curls naturally while Alec and I have dirty blonde hair that is as straight as a board. Also she has tan skin, while ours is a pale white. Her eyes are a deep emerald green while Alec's and mine are a bluish-brown. The biggest difference however is our body shapes. She is tall and curvy, while I am short and shaped like a box. Alec, being a boy, didn't have to worry about having curves or not, but I on the other hand, was taunted for my looks. Alec and my other friends tell me to ignore the kids making fun of me, but it's easier said then done. Alec was my twin and best friend. The only difference between us is he is far more playful. We were decent children, did what our mother told us, but still misbehaved from a time or two. That's one of the reasons we moved, we played a major prank at my old school and they weren't too happy. We were expelled from the only school in a 30 mile radius, so we had to move, bringing us to this creepy mansion that my mom fell in love with. Now she was having every aunt, uncle, cousin, grandparent, and great grandparent come to the house on Friday. That equaled up to 17 cousins, 5 aunts, 6 uncles, 4 grandparents, and 3 great grandparents, total 35 family members in one big reunion.
I love my mom but sometimes she gets a little carried away when it comes to parties.
"Well, can you help me, or are you too busy daydreaming again?" She looked at me with a loving smile on her face. That's one thing we both do, stare of into space, thinking about the questions that bother the minds of every living being on this earth. Also, she usually agreed with us, like with the prank that got us expelled; she thought the principle deserved having his car painted hot pink. When he called her into his office, she told him that we were just expressing our artistic abilities.
Artistic abilities, that's a joke, I don't have an artistic bone in my body!
"Jane, you're daydreaming again!"
"Huh, oh right! Sorry, and sure I help, but first have you seen Alec?"
"Alec? Honey Alec left with your father hours ago to buy stuff to improve the house, I thought you knew that. I told him to tell you." By the time she stopped talking, my eye was twitching and my hands were clenched into fists.
That rotten little stinker, he told me that he took my picture of Cedric Diggory and if I ever wanted to see it again, I had to try and find him, I wasted two hours trying to find that twerp, I could've spent that time arranging my room so it looked decent on Friday! When I see him that boy will wish he was never born!
"Ok, I can tell by the look on your face that he didn't. What did he do this time?"
"He told me he stole my Cedric Diggory poster and if I wanted it back I would have to find where he was hiding, I have spent two hours of my valuable time trying to find him!" That was one thing that made people think Alec and I were so confusing. We pick on each other constantly yet no matter how bad the pranks we pull, the next day we laugh about it. My family is very close; I could name the favorite color and animal of every one of my cousins. That is one reason that made moving to this house so hard. Before the move we all lived in one town together, but now my family was a good 40 miles away. We were having everyone come this Friday because we always had dinner together that day when we used to live in Arizona.
"That boy, he never fails to amaze me. Any how you need to come help me clean up, so downstairs." I followed my mom out the door. We were back in the hall with all the pictures of unnaturally pretty people with following eyes.
"Mom, are we going to take down these pictures, they are really creepy." The one picture on the end had a guy with blonde hair and black eyes. He had a confident looking smirk that gave off a violent air. A shiver went down my spine, for some reason I felt like the mysterious man in the picture wasn't human.
"Jane, these, how does that sound?" pictures are of the previous owners of this house therefore they are a part of the house, meaning they will stay on these walls. Once were settled in, we can get a picture of our family put up there
"You mean that this picture right here is the guy who disappeared in the middle of the night in 1812? He looks kinda weird, don't you think?" She studied the picture for a minute before looking at me over her shoulder.
"Well if you ask me I'd say he's pretty cute."
Ewwww, I don't need to hear my mom hitting on a guy, much less a dead one!
"Ewwwwwwwwwww, mom that's gross the guy is dead, why are you hitting on him, that is so gross!" She laughed and continued walking down the hall till she reached the stairs leading to the kitchen downstairs.
"Come on, we have to start cleaning, you father wants the kitchen to be cleaned first so that when he gets back, he can remove the fridge, stove and table, were going to repaint the walls. We decided on a deep red, what do you think?"
"That will look really nice, especially with the mahogany table." I imagined how the room would look; silver stove and fridge, mahogany table and chairs, and cherry wood cabinets. The counter tops were a hard marble, topping of the elegant look.
"Yes we thought so to!" She smiled at me and started to descend down the stairs. I took one look back at the picture of the mysterious mans picture.
Speaking of mysterious men, did I imagine that guy's voice? I wonder, did the owner ever leave?
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Remember, if you like Maximum Ride, check out my other story! (Check the top for the title or just visit my fanfiction page!) If you have any stories you love and think are really good, let me know!
Love
Nettie