Peregre Abeo.
Big, dark and scary.
Three words that best describe my new house.
Big, because it is literally huge. It looks as if it has three levels, it even has the biggest porch I've ever seen, complete with a porch swing. It's long, wide and tall. Too big for our family, anyway. There's me, my little brother and sister, my dad and his girlfriend. That's four bed rooms at the most. And dad says there is maybe six bedrooms. Too big in my opinion.
Dark, because the house is old and back then they must not have built houses with much colour. Its got dark bricks, dark wood and dark paint. The only bit of colour that's on the outside is the porch swing, because my dad had it put there. My dad got people in to decorate it to his liking and clean it up before we moved in since it hasn't been lived in for a while.
Scary, because I'm getting a horrible feeling off it. I look at it and I instantly feel unnerved and unwelcome. It's as if we are disturbing it, the whole place screaming go away, which is ridiculous, its just a house.
So here I stand leaning against the car and watching the moving-men take the furniture into the house, they obviously don't agree with my thoughts about the house. They have no problem going in and out of it. I don't want to even step a foot in there.
"you better go pick your room out before they get to the best one first." dad says, and I jump at the sound, I didn't hear him walk up to me.
I look towards the house again and see my siblings standing near the front door. And I'll be damned if one of them get the better room. So, I run towards them.
I grab them by the neck of there tops once I reach them, so they can't run ahead of me. "right dorks, you know the rules, the first one to find the room the want, gets it. Got it?" I say.
They nod they're heads in sync. Rylee and Ryan are twins of the opposite sex. They both have straight black hair, but Rylee being the girl has let hers grow long, while Ryan just has his in a simple boyish style, and they both have ice blue eyes. They look basically the same apart form the obvious thing that one is a girl and ones a boy. They look more how mum looked, with the black hair and pale skin, but I look more like dad, with light brown curly hair and green eyes.
"good." I say. "on your marks, get se-" I stop, let them go, and run ahead leaving them behind, stunned that I'd went before the go. But they should have expected it, me being me.
I run up the porch steps, running past two men carrying a couch into the house, nearly knocking one over. They shout something after me, probably a swear, but I don't hear.
"sorry!" I shout, still running.
I take my first step into the house and stop dead in my tracks. All my feelings from just looking at it, have been escalated, and there is an eerie edge added to the air.
I want to turn and run straight back out, feeling scared. But Ryan and Rylee run past me, laughing and I force myself to run after them. I will not end up with a shit room, no matter how many rooms there may be.
I quickly run for them, easily faster than the both of them, and eventually take over them. I go as fast as I can up the stairs and reach the second floor. I run into the first bedroom I see and run straight back out, immediately not liking it. I do that for the next three bedrooms but when I run into the next, I instantly love it.
Its perfect. Big, but not too big, a space where I can put my painting stuff and a balcony, I've always wanted a balcony.
I hear footsteps run into my room then stop, and make complaining noises. "aw, man. I knew you would get the best room."
I turn to face Rylee who was gaping around the room. "its all mine, we aren't sharing. Go find the second best room before Ryan does." I tell her, and it takes her a few minutes to register what I just said, then runs out.
I look around the room again, looking at the features in more detail. There isn't any furniture in here -my own will be brought in- except one dressing table, complete with mirror. Its pretty, and looks kind of old...
I walk over to it and run my hand across its varnished surface, and I smile. Its nice, I think I'll keep it. I tug on the two small drawers it has in it but they don't open. I don't think much of it, take my phone out of my pocket, and put it on the dressing table.
"Haley!" I hear my dad call from downstairs.
"yeah, dad?" I shout back, but I already know what he's going to ask. Come help me with the boxes? He'll say, and I'll agree because it doesn't bother me. But what will bother me is that fact that Molly, dads girlfriend, will probably be doing nothing.
"will you come help me with the boxes?"
almost.
"sure." I say and go down stairs then head outside when I don't see dad in the living room, just the moving-men who are giving me dirty looks for earlier.
Once I step off that porch, I feel much better. Not so... threatened. I walk over to dad who's by a bunch of boxes, and Molly by his side, playing with a strand of her hair. Dad looks up when I approach and smiles at me, Molly is less enthusiastic.
"hey, kiddo. We're going to move all these into the basement." he says, gesturing to the many boxes.
"no problem." I say picking up the closest one too me, and so does dad. I can't help the anger rush through me when I see that Molly doesn't pick one up.
"oh, is Molly not helping?" I ask, my voice filled with sarcasm. Dad sighs.
"no dad, don't sigh, I'm just thinking... won't it get done quicker if she helps? Or is she too afraid that she'll break a nail?"
"Haley!" dad snaps angrily and Molly glares at me, mouth wide open.
"how dare you-" she starts, but dad interrupts her.
"we aren't getting into this today. Just... lets put the boxes away Haley."
And we do. We go back and fourth carrying heavy boxes into the creepy basement. Its like a scene right out of a horror movie. Complete with cobwebs and everything. That's not even what bothers me, no matter how much I hate spiders... its the fact I swear I can feel eyes on me, watching my every move. And the stare is full of hatred. I shake it off though, there is no point in getting all worked up about something that is probably my imagination.
"This is the last box, right dad?" I ask placing the box on the floor. I take my cardigan off, getting hot from all the heavy lifting, while I wait for his answer which should have been instant.
"dad?" I say, turning round to face him, but he's gone.
I huff, annoyed he just left me like that, in this creepy basement. I start going up the basement stairs, when I hear a noise of something quiet falling over. I stop climbing and look in the direction of the noise, but nothing seems to have fallen over.
I frown and shrug, not thinking much of it, and continue to make my way upstairs. I close the basement door shut behind me, feeling much better now that I'm out of there. No longer feeling eyes watching my every move. I shake my head at myself, I said I wasn't going to get worked up over that, and I won't. Its just cause its a new house, it'll take some getting used to.
I sigh, push myself off the door and go out into the front garden, to help with whatever else needs brought into the damn house.
Alright! So I've finally posted a Paranormal Activity story which I've been wanting to for ages! I love the PA movies, I've watched them so many times and I can't tell you how excited I am for the 4th one! "all the activity has lead to this..." as the trailer and poster says! I can't wait to see the what it's lead to!
I'd like to thank Janet for giving me the confidence to post the chapter. (Janet8Cullen check it out!)
Anyway, I hoped you liked the first chapter in my story and if you did, please review! Thank you! :)
