Hey everyone! I'm so excited this is my first fanfic story I'm publishing! Not that I have an actual book... just yeah. Ok so I already put this chapter up. Sorry to say this is not an update. But I forgot to put a disclaimer and I don't want this to be deleted or reported. So here you go

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters, sadly. It'd be awesome to own Edward and Bella... and the other Cullens... but I don't so I'll have to deal. BUT I do own this plot and any character you haven't heard of in Twilight.

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My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella. I'm 17 and just moved to Banning, California with my father Charlie Swan. We moved into the house my grandfather had left us here. It was a huge house, well maybe not so huge but to me it was, on Nativity Street. To me it was beautiful. It was 2 stories tall with a basement and attic and had a huge lot. Much of it was dried grass though. There was a pool and a gazebo right next to it. Around the house was green grass and old tall trees that looked like they could give any moment. And there even was a bridge and two wells. I loved it. But the reasons I moved here, well... I hated so much.

I had moved here from Forks, Washington where I had lived with my mother and father, Renee and Charlie Swan. It had been my home since birth and seemed like the safest place ever, being so quiet and small. My parents agreed which is why they moved there in the first place. But our minds had changed when my mother was murdered there.

At the moment I was locked in my room on the second floor and was grateful for that. It hurt to think of my mother… my best friend. I tried to hold back a sob, I failed, feeling it escape my throat. I felt the familiar feeling of my eyes welling up and squeezed my eyes closed in attempt to keep the tears from flowing. Another failed attempt. The tears escaped and soon enough I was sobbing and crying making me feel like a child that needed her mommy. When I thought that, I started crying harder. I had no mommy to comfort me like those children would. I didn't have her to hug me and tell me it was all right or at least would be. It didn't matter how old I was. Everyone needed a reassurance every once in a while. And I always got mine from my mother. My mother, which I would never see again. Because she had been murdered at the most unexpected time.

We stayed for the funeral but neither my dad nor I could take being near that place anymore. The place we thought the safest and our home had been proven wrong when the person that meant the most to us died. We wanted to be as far from this place as soon as possible so my dad right away thought of Banning. We already had the house so now here we were.

It was summertime and from what visits my father had here I knew to expect thunderstorms, much rain and hale. There currently was a thunderstorm going on and it was pouring hard out there.

Once my tears and sobs had died down a bit, and I could finally see clearly, I looked out my window and saw my ancient red pick up truck and my dads new used Toyota and farther out, the street lined with trees and the hills we lived by. It wasn't too easy to see though. No matter how beautiful this house was it also creped me out sometimes. It was so old so it creaked a lot and according to my dad when there was a lot of wind and big storms the power went out easily on this house specifically. But it was old so if this was what came with it I would take it. I always had loved old things. It fascinated me knowing it must have had a story behind it. At times leading to historical things. Most people wouldn't care about this stuff though. But I loved it and this was like a perfect place for me to live. And it was also a fact that the song "White Christmas" had been written here. It wasn't the most exciting thing but always something interesting.

It had been an hour and my tears had finally stopped. Unfortunately now I had a massive headache. I swiftly looked out the window and started walking to the door. Halfway there I stopped though. I walked back to the widow and looked out again. I could have sworn I saw someone standing on the bridge looking at my window. There was no one there though. Maybe I had been thinking of all this old stuff too much. I don't believe in ghost at all so that option was way out the window. But I had always heard old things are the ones to be most likely haunted.

I just shrugged it off and walked back out into the hallway. And headed down the stairs. We had been here three days. Enough to unpack most of our stuff. We didn't have too much so there was one or two empty rooms. It was also only the two of us so I was the only one living on the second floor. There was an office, restroom, a room used as a library pretty much already packed with books and two more bedrooms other than my own on the second floor, one used as a guest room, which was still a mess, and the other already had stuff in it and everything in place. That was okay though. It would have been empty if it wasn't already occupied. There was two on the first floor one was my fathers room and the other was a family room, a mess as well at the moment. Our rooms, the living room the kitchen and the family room were all set up though. The attic we had found was occupied by things already though. None of us had had any time to go up and check the stuff out though. The basement worked as some storage area.

On the first floor I walked past the family room into the kitchen to look for some Tylenol to stop my now massive headache. And possibly go to sleep for some time to hopefully clear my head some and get some actual sleep…. I found my dad sitting at the kitchen counter, looking through a box with some objects I didn't even know we had. So far he had out what looked like a book, a pen, some dried roses and in his hand a picture. I could see tears running down his face and I could tell he wasn't here. At least not in mind. He seemed to be somewhere far away… probably another time. He hadn't noticed me so I walked over behind him to see what the picture was.

When I got there I felt my eyes brimming up with tears again. It was a picture of a younger version of my mom and dad. They seemed 18 and were having a picnic. My mom eyes were filled with love staring deeply into my dads. And his eyes were a mirror of hers. He was smiling and looked like he was talking and reaching out about to feed her some raspberries. She was laughing and blushing. I had never seen them like this before. They were still happily married but this was still a side I didn't get to see much and i barely saw glimpses, nothing like this. And I never would get to anymore. I wished I could have seen them like this. I touched my dads arm and he jumped up a bit.

"Oh Bells, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you." he said as he set down the picture. One last thing I noticed was a rose she had in her hands.

"It's ok dad. When is that picture from?" I asked picking it up.

"Oh umm that was your mothers and I first date… I can still remember it so clearly Bells…" I could tell he wanted to continue and tell a full story but his voice was already cracking too much so I just hugged him and he started sobbing into my hair.

I hated hearing my dad cry. He was always so brave and strong never the one to cry. It took a lot to make him cry. The last time I remember him crying was from joy. My parents had divorced when I was three because my mom hated Forks and couldn't stand it anymore. Three years later my mom was still miserable and hadn't gotten over my dad like she hoped she would so we went back and knocked on his door. I couldn't remember too much. Just a lot of crying and hugging… and every time they kissed I screamed "EWWWWWW DON"T DO THAT IN FRONT OF ME!!!" and would run off. Hearing them chuckling behind. It was actually my favorite memory. But it was sad with the difference of his crying then and now. The reason and feeling were the complete opposite.

We stood there hugging and crying for a few minutes before my dad finally stopped and sighed.

"Sorry about that. Umm I'm going to go ahead and shower it's already six and I don't want to miss the game at seven on Tv...." he said.

"Ok dad. I'm going to start fixing up the guest room on the second floor." I hugged him again.

"No Bells go do something for yourself. Don't spend your time cleaning."

"Yea… I'd rather not leave any time for myself for now. I don't want to have time to just think,... if you know what I mean…" I whispered back trying to keep, my voice

from crocking.

"Oh…well okay. Just do me a favor and don't trip down the stairs or something. I really don't want to lose anyone else" he said.

I could tell it was a joke but I really wasn't in the mood for death jokes, so I gave him the best smile I could. Most likely the most pathetic smile EVER.

Charlie got up and left. Once I heard the water start I went to go get my Tylenol pills and over to the second floor guestroom for more cleaning and fixing up. The bed frame was set up already with the mattress, and everything else was in there. I just needed to set it up to make it look… well more welcoming I guess.

My mom always loved old stuff as well so she bought a lot of our furniture at antique stores. They were all wooden and polished so looked brand new. But the style and look gave away its age. This looked a bit strange in our old house, which was pretty modern looking. But here… it was perfection. Renee would have loved it here. I felt a tear or two escape every now and then. At least I wasn't full out crying.

Two hours later was finally happy with the set up and it was clean enough. Even though I didn't' want time to think my body begged for time to rest. I hadn't stopped for anything all day. It was now 8:30pm and dark out. Not that there was any light before. Unless you counted lightning strikes that lit up everything for like 2 seconds.

I got ready for bed. It may seem early but for someone working and crying all day… this is way late, or at least feels like it. Once I was ready I just headed back into my room. I looked out the window and just watched the rain pour down. I could now hear the rumbling of the thunder. Every time I heard it grow louder and the strikes appeared more often.

I went over to lay down but then remembered Charlie so decided to go down to check on him. The TV was on but he was asleep. It was so sweet but sad to see him sleeping like tat. He looked peaceful for the first night since that night, but at the same time, so vulnerable. A look of peace I had never seen on my dad. I didn't want to wake him so I tip toed up the stairs.

Just as I got to the second floor I heard music playing.

Did Charlie wake up and put on music? No that doesn't sound like his music.

I tried listening closer and it sounded like tinkling sound forming a beautiful sad melody. Where is that coming from? I tried following the sound but at night this hall seemed so long, I wasn't sure which door exactly it was. My door was open and at first I thought I heard it in there but it went farther down. The lights were on in the hallway, but it barely lit anything. It was so dim. Oh God what if someone got in?! My heart started picking up speed along with my breathing. No I would have seen them or at least heard. They can't get up here without me hearing with this old creaking house. The thought calmed me down a bit. At least I wasn't about to get murdered.

I went further down to hall and heard it coming from the last door down the hall. It was the room that already had everything in it before we came. As I got closer I felt weird. My breathing and heartbeat was going twice as fast as before when it had already been racing. I couldn't control it and I would have turned back and tried ignoring it but I knew couldn't ignore it. I felt like I HAD to go and see what the source of the music was. The music was beautiful. It was so complex yet simple sounding, and it had a sad sense to it. Like trying to tell it's sad story. But no one would listen.

The door was so close now. I felt like I was about to pee in my pants! Yet I felt so eager to just see what this sound and pull was. But then again… hesitating. And with just those few last seconds I was there at the door. The music sounded so much more clear and loud now. Yes it was definitely in there. I wanted to just open the door so bad… but the side most present at that moment was fear of finding out what was causing all these sudden feelings. I was shaking so hard, especially my arm that was reaching up to the doorknob. Ok its just another doorknob to turn. NO big deal… Except for finding what was making this music no one turned on! Ok just… reach out. Yes that's it and… On the count of three. One.. two… two and a half! Agh! Just do it! Ok ok ok. Three! Just as I felt the cold knob in my grip there was a bright sudden light and loud crashing sound. And then everything was pitch black.

Ugh! Perfect timing mother nature! The lightning had made the power go out. It was then I noticed it was completely quiet. The music had stopped. Phew! Now I don't have anything to look at here at least. I started heading back to my room when it started again, faster and louder this time. I slowly turned back. It was still black but I knew the door was there staring at me. Taunting me to come to it. And turn that knob to open the door that blocked me from what was on the other side. That's it! Ugh! I stomped over and turned that knob throwing the door open! BAM! Oops! I threw the door open too hard. To my surprise… there was candles lit in there giving light with the slight glow.

There in front of me was a obviously untouched old room. Everything in there had to be as old or older than anything my mom had found at the antique stores. And on the other side was a vanity. And on it was a music box, open, letting out the haunting melody. It had a heart shaped mirror reflecting its contents a heart locket and rose petals. A sense of being watched was setting in and it gave me goose bumps. I have to get out of here now! I didn't know why. My mind told me to get out now. My body wanted to stay though. I thought it'd be wise to listen to my mind so I closed the music box and blew out the candles and started walking out. I was about to close the door but it wouldn't move,

"Don't go, I have been waiting for you"

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So there you go my first chapter! Hope you liked it! Being my first story it would mean so much to me for any reviews. I'm serious, reviews get me all excited it's kinda weird but I guess since it's my first story. You should have seen me this morning when I saw I had a review and some people added me to story alert. Thank you! Love you SO much! Especially you Snickerz610! My first reviewer :D. I LOVE YOU! Ok I probably sound weird and crazy now. I promise not to stalk you. :p. Updates coming soon! Reviews loved! R&R! Anything even a few words would mean A LOT to me!