Chloe's point of view

The sun was shining in my face as I ripped the sheets up and stumbled into my closet.

"ouch!" I mumbled rubbing my head, it has been awhile since I had gotten a full nights rest, with no nightmares and rotting corpses keeping me awake, and then I remembered we had just arrived to the safe house.

I wondered if the others were up yet, I didn't want to disturb them. Looking at my clock on the nightstand it read 2p.m., oh there defiantly up.

I tiptoed downstairs and found Tori, Simon, and Andrew watching TV in the media room. Derek must have been somewhere, away from everyone else. "Figures". I muttered, just then Simon looked up and saw me standing there.

"Hey looks like the zombie finally showed up!" He grinned real big, and gathered me into a hug.

Gotta love Simon's humor. I thought sadly, it must have registered on my face, because Simon started to stammer apologies.

"It's okay Simon I was just going to grab me something to eat." Just then my stomach growled. Simon laughed at me and my face heated up, I walked into the kitchen.

Just then Tori shouted "hold up," and followed me into the kitchen, as I poured myself some cereal and sat down, Tori eyed me curiously.

"Look, I know we really don't get along, but somebody has to go shopping with me, and ooo so prince charming nor wolfie boy is going with me.

She leaned on the chair waiting for my reaction.

"Um…Tori that sounds nice and all but, how do I say this nicely? You're a bitch and I don't want to go! I-I don't think that's such a great idea."

Tori looked pissed.

"Chloe…don't make me beg, because I'm not going to."

Haha, Tori begging? She's right; never in a million years, at least she's being honest.

"Fine, whatever."

Tori smirked and waltzed out of the room. Once again queen Vickey gets her way.

I looked down at myself, I need to change, so I ran upstairs to change out of my pajamas (they were little princesses), and I didn't want Derek to see me in those, who knows what he might say,

All of the sudden I smacked into a little girl, who looked to be about five, curly blond hair, and bright blue eyes staring back at me. She looked up at me with a tear stained face, I didn't know what to think.

"Who are you?" I asked the little girl.

Instead of answering me, she got a off-distant gaze and blurted,

"Where's my mama!?" Before I could answer the little girl screamed and faded.

What! No, no, no, no! That did not just happen, I was sure I ran into solid flesh at the top of the stairs. G-ghosts aren't so post to be solid, and OW! Set of lungs that little girl has, I had to do something, so I went to the person I thought might know something about this house.

I knocked on Andrews's office door.

"Come in Chloe."Wait, how did he know it was me?