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London England 1667
Mist swirled around the small stumps in the graveyard. A figure was perched atop of a mausoleum in the northern part of the deads' resting grounds.
Then out of no where, a booming voice sounded," Gregory, I am banishing you to America. The evil you have caused here is over. When Italian settlers build their home on the land that you will haunt, you will be jailed to that house until you understand how it is to really love. Now leave!"
So he left. Even though he knew what was to become of him, he couldn't ignore his Father's commands.
After traveling by boat and foot, Gregory arrived to the designated spot of his final banishment.
Fredericksburg, Maryland
"Honey, stop complaining. This house is an antique! Think of all the auctions I could hold here! And all of the stuff I could sell!" Mom had her business look on her face. "Billy said-"
"Mom, Billy says a lot. Now could you please get your head out of the clouds and remember which damn driveway to turn into?"
"Ellan! Watch your mouth!"
"Yes sir," she spat back and answered her phone.
And there, in the midst of their parent/older-daughter argument, sat I, Ellise Bella Moretti. Second daughter of the seventh son of Andsario Vandett Moretti, blah blah blah.
My dad lost his job last month, and decided to move into my grandfather's old Victorian. My grandfather had no problem with it since his say-so died along with him 10 years ago. Uplifting information, right? :o
"Hey, Ella!" Ellan leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Did Mom and Dad tell you this place is haunted? Aunt Maurise just said that a guy about my age haunts it! Oh I hope he's hot. And tall! And tan, not pale. I hate pale people," I'm pale, I neglected to point out," A hot ghost floating around seducing me. I think I will actually like moving here!" I just looked at my boy-crazy sister, blatantly ignoring her snide information. Then she added, "And maybe you can talk it into taking me on a tour of the house." She waggled her perfectly trimmed eyebrows. Dummy.
"I'm pretty sure even a dead guy wouldn't dare give you a tour of a house. He would probably rather die again before giving you a chauffeured walk through." I grinned at her and looked out the car window.
Back at my old school, I had been known for attracting supernatural activity. No, I didn't wear black skulls or voodoo dolls in my pockets. Weird things just found me. At the most random of moments, too. I guess I inherited it, but I don't know who from. Besides my ghostly reputation, I was pretty popular.
"Ella Bells, please stop mentally bruising your dear sister," warned my dad. As if the girl wasn't already mentally bruised enough.
"When we get to this house, Ellan, your room is downstairs by ours, okay? And Ella, yours is upstairs, facing the old oak tree. It's right next to the library. We will be a nice, perky family to the neighbors. Go straight to your rooms and unpack your things." And with that, mom pulled into the circle driveway of my new home.
"Supper is ready!" which pretty much meant, "Come get your food when you're ready, or you won't be eating."
I closed my book and stood up to look around my new room. I had been the first to finish unpacking, unlike my 18 year old irresponsible sister. She was probably caught up in a web of her scarves she had packed.
-this is my edit of the first chapter. if you want me to post the old one, just ask :p