Ghost 5: I absolutely love this show so I thought I would give this a go. I know my grammar is incredibly bad so please forgive.

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

PROLOGUE

Chris couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned but she still couldn't sleep. She had way too much energy for a child so her parents said, if she didn't have so much energy she would never be able to keep up with Dean and his antics. She went to her window and stood watching in horror as her next door neighbours house burst into flames.

"Dean!" she screamed

"What's the matter honey?" her dad asked as he ran to the window "Oh my God," he gasped

Chris looked down at the two shadows stood on the front lawn huddled together, Dean was safe and so was his baby brother Sam.

"I'm coming back for you," came a faint whisper

Chris felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she clutched her dad tightly.

"It's ok Baby, they're going to be fine," Her dad whispered

Chris saw her mom run out of the house and offer to house them for a while. She ran to the top of the stairs and saw her neighbours traipse into her house looking pale and tired, Dean was holding Sam in bemusement.

"It's ok Dean, it's going to be ok," his dad promised

Dean handed Sam over to him, Chris dashed down the stairs and stood in front of Dean.

"You ok?" she asked

Dean threw his arms around her and cried.

"Mom, I want my mom," he cried

Chris hugged him tightly.

"You're going to be ok Dean, we're going to look after you for a while," she promised

FIVE YEARS LATER

"Mom, dad, I'm home," Christine called as she opened her front door

No answer.

"Mom, dad?" she called again

Still no answer, Christine shrugged her shoulders and assumed her parents were out for the evening. She suddenly heard her brother's heavy metal music blasting out of his room. Dan was obviously home, but it was strange. Her baby brother wasn't ever left at home alone and her parents hadn't asked her to look after him.

"Dan turn that down," She called

Again no answer.

"Dan, I like suicidal music as much as the next girl but can we please spare a thought for our neighbours," She yelled

Still no answer, Christine charged up the stairs and opened her brother's bedroom door. She instantly felt the air get kicked out of her lungs.

"Dan," she gasped

"Dan," She burst into tears and fell to her knees.

Christine found her brother handing from the ceiling fan with his school tie wrapped round his neck. Vomit began to bubble up in her stomach, Dan wouldn't ever have killed himself he loved his life too much. Who could kill such a beautiful and happy boy who loved his family and friends. What was she going to tell her parents?

Christine got up off the floor and went to the bathroom, she threw open the door and threw up in the toilet. She collapsed to the floor and leant against the bath and shut her eyes.

"See you later sis, have a good day," Dan said cheerfully

"See you later twerp," she replied jokingly before giving him a hug

"hey hey hey, if my friends catch me that'll be the end of my reputation," he moaned

The cell phone in her pocket began to vibrate, she slowly took it out and answered it.

"Yes?" she said in a strange strangled voice

"It's me you ok?" came a concerned voice

"Not really Dean, can you and your dad come over here?" She asked

"Yeh sure," he said calmly "I'll pass you over to my dad,"

"What's wrong Chris?" Came a more mature male voice

"I've just found Dan dead," she squeaked

"Oh God, it's back. Listen to me Christine get out of the house," he ordered

"But my parents," she said helplessly

"I'm coming to get you, hang on," he reassured then hung up

With that Christine shut her eyes again and hugged her knees to her chest, Christie knew her brother loved her hugs, even if he did sometimes complain about it. Any minute now she knew if she opened her eyes it would have just been a dream, Dan would still be alive, this wasn't happening. Christine slowly opened her eyes and stared round the pristine white bathroom, everything seemed normal enough, she put her hand on the bath and hauled herself on to her feet again. She felt something slimy and wet, she looked down and saw blood. She looked over her fingers saw a shadow lieing in the bathtub, she knew this was something she wasn't going to like yet she slowly pulled back the shower curtain and screamed with terror.

Her mother was lieing in the bath tub with her throat and wrists cut, her blood had turned the water and reddish brown colour. she ran out of the bathroom determined to find her dad. She threw open her parents bedroom door and found nothing.

"Dad?" she asked in a near whisper as she walked towards the bed

She looked at the crisp white bed linen for a second, drops of blood suddenly drip down from the ceiling. Christine didn't want to look up she couldn't she physically couldn't, she gathered what little strength she had and slowly craned her neck upwards. There on the ceiling was her dad.

Fear had stopped her scream in its tracks, adrenaline kicked in and forced her to run, as she ran from her parents bedroom the ceiling burst into flames incinerating her dad instantly. Christine ran straight out the house and into her old neighbour's waiting arms.

"It's ok honey, I'm here," he said soothingly

"You're too late," she cried

"I'm sorry," he said gently as he rocked her in his arms

Dean had leaped out the car and was now rubbing her back as his father cradled her.

"We'll take care of you Chris, you're going to be ok," he promised

"We're going to find that thing, I swear," Dean's dad said angrily