Prologue

You know something interesting about me? I have the worst luck ever. I mean, like, ever. When I was seven I was in a bus accident, critically injured. When I was nine my parrot died. When I was thirteen- oh, this is going to take a whole story to explain.

Well, I guess I could sum it up simply. I. Am. A. Super heroine.

You know, the female version of superhero? It sounds like a drug, but it doesn't matter. People refer to me as my other name, anyways.

"Miss Fit".

It works. No matter where I go, I'm an outcast. I haven't moved houses in all my thirteen years, so I've had the same friends since. They're both also outcasts.

Alex is an artist and a fan of Doctor Who. He always talks about it, no matter what. He's also really good at sculpting and creating things, not just pictures. He's good at pictures, though, too. Darby is my girl friend- she's a hyper "strawberry blonde" with sharp teeth. It's her major weapon.

Then, there's me. Sydney.

I won't go onto describing me much. You know I'm a super hero. You know I must have some sort of powers, or I'm just like Batman. So I'll explain how exactly I got my powers.

"C'mon, I dare you to go in there, Alex." Alex took a couple brave steps towards the house, but reeled back. "Are you scared?"

"N-no." He stammered.

"You're stammering." I notice, crossing my arms.

All Hallows Eve was always meant to be a scary day. And for us, it was ending with us staring at the local creepy house, like in every horror movie. A kid goes in, screams, and gets eaten, murdered, killed, etc. Legends passed around the town say there's a witch in there, and if you're nice enough, you could get your wildest wish to come true.

If you're not, you're cursed for eternity.

I tugged on my wig, making it tighter. It was a white wig, fashioned into a pony tail. I looked like Dani Phantom, from the show Danny Phantom, a show that should still be on Nick but got canceled. She was my costume. Darby was a Cheshire cat and Alex went for originality…Slenderman. Of course, he had no mask, but the suit. I think he also had stilts on, I remember him being taller than usual. Or high heels.

"Don't tell me Slenderman is scared of a witch!" Darby cackled. Both of us started to laugh uncontrollably, and Alex got very flustered.

"Well, then, you go in there!" He retaliated.

Darby shook her head, her strawberry blonde hair flowing rather clumsily, her cat ears nearly falling off. "I'm allergic to haunted houses, and witches. Sorry." Darby said.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll go in, then."

It was either the biggest mistake of my life, or the best choice of my life. Darby and Alex, who stood at the edge of the driveway, waved to me in a form of "good luck". I waved back. I was too nervous to try.

Okay, I was a little scared, I admit it. The Victorian-style house towered nearly four stories above me, and a basement may have existed, also. It was actually a white house, but the paint was chipping to show black. The wood was old and the old bones creaked as I stepped onto the porch.

As soon as I knocked, the door squeaked open. Nobody was behind it. Curiosity (and a bet) pushed me inside. The house was decorated with dark, gothic stuff. I slowly shut the door behind me, not wishing for it to magically slam behind me, like in the horror movies.

As I ventured around, I grabbed the flashlight from my trick-or-treat bag. "Um, hello?" I asked, my flashlight beam floating around. On the shelves, there were books, jars, plastic bags, dead plants, and a dead rat, gnats flying around the half eaten corpse.

I didn't flinch. I watch Bones while eating breakfast.

The jars held some sort of mist. I pushed my flashlight into my armpit and picked one up. The mist swirled and I could hear small voices crying help me or set me free inside.

Was there really a witch in here? "Who's there?" I suddenly heard. I jumped, dropping the jar. It exploded in shards of glass (some of which in my leg) and the mist.

Thank you the mist said as it floated away.

Bad luck sent me flying back and hitting the shelves, destroying almost everything that wasn't a book on it. My bag (which was barely full of candy) helped be my cushion.

I heard a scream and opened my eyes. It wasn't my scream, I knew. There was an old lady standing there. Her grey hair fell in a matted mess that reminded me of spaghetti, her nose was a large isosceles triangle on her face, and she wore a black dress. "What are you doing here?"

The lady pulled me up, but not in a kind manner. She looked at what I had wrecked, and the jar remains on the floor. "What did you do?"

"I'm so sorry, miss. It was an accident." I nervously backed up, but ended up tripping on a wrinkle in the rug. The lady was hunched to kill. "I'll repay you, I promise—"

"No!" She shrieked. "No, you cannot! The spirits in the jar were priceless, and took me years to catch!" A bony finger was pointed at me. "You have destroyed everything, you idiotic crumb!"

Idiotic crumb? I wondered, standing up, brushing my dark black-and-white pants off. "Alright, can you please listen-"

The lady started to chant in some strange, foreign language. My eyes widened. Was this the witch from the stories? She's actually real? I attempted to escape, but somehow, her sofa ended up in front of the door, and the windows were sealed tight. I threw a chair at the window, but the moment wood met glass, it disintegrated. I was trapped, and the witch was putting a hex on me.

"You shall be cursed with being trapped like the spirits, but on the plane of the living. You shall have a life but be dead!" A bolt started coming my way. My knees buckled and I couldn't jump or move. It hit me in the stomach, sending me to the wall. I screamed bloody murder.

My whole body vibrated and stung with an indescribable pain. "Sydney!"

Alex? Darby? My friends were coming to save me. I stood up, ignoring the pain, ignoring the witch who had flashed away, along with the disappearing books, broken shards, plants, and anything else of importance to her, and pushed the sofa out of the way. My body was vibrating as I weakly pushed the sofa inch by inch.

Finally, I pushed it enough to allow my friends in. Alex and Darby grabbed my arms and helped me out of the cursed house.

"Are you okay? We heard a scream!" Darby was obviously worried. She was yelling and tears were rolling down her pink cheeks.

"I-"The pain subsided too fast. I was thirsty, but fine. I stood up, the vibrating feeling still tickling my bones. "-I'm fine?"

Slenderman and a Cheshire cat helped me away from the cursed house. I never saw it again, never wanted to see it again, I just wanted to go home.