This is a future fic. Annalice is Coraline and Wybie's daughter (I love that couple!) And her name is pronounced Anna-lease.
"Analice" I heard my mom call me from the front porch. I was standing at the property line of the Pink Palace. My parents didn't like me going over there with out permission but I had seen big moving trucks and was too curious not to check it out. I saw a boy maybe a bit older then me coming out of the car. A kid! A kid was moving in! Finally!
"Analice!" This time it was my father. I pretended not to hear him and hopped over the property line towards the apartments. The boy had grabbed a tick and was dragging it on the ground making a line behind as he walked towards the well. The old well was another place my parents hated me hanging out by. They thought I was dumb enough to fall in or something. I followed him a bit, but then ran to ketch up with him.
"Hello." I said when I finally caught him. He looked startled. He had light brown hair that was sticking out in odd places and was about a inch taller then me. He had green eyes and a wrinkled sweatshirt.
"Um hey, I'm Dylan. I just moved in."
"I know. My parents are the landlords. We live over there." I pointed in the direction of the house but with all of the fog you couldn't see anything. He nodded and picked up his stick and started to throw it in the air. I immediately recognized it as an oak branch. Lucky for him not poison oak. My Mom and Dad taught me the difference when I was little so I never came home with a bad rash. He missed it as it came down the first time. I jumped out of the way but it hit my arm any way. He picked it up and tried to throw it again.
"Are you looking for the well?" I asked him. He looked at my incredulously.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"You're standing on it." He jumped off in fright. I moved the mud to reveal the rotting wooden planks. "See?" He nodded and moved over the well to get a better look.
"You know, they say there's a monster down there." I said in my best spooky voice. "There's an evil spirit slowly rebuilding it's body. It's got hands made out of needles and eight spidery legs made out of knives. It has black buttons for eyes and can create webs out of poison and venom." He look scared at first but then but on a brave face.
"That's just a dumb old story. You're going to half to do better then that to scary me." I raised an eyebrow. I jumped onto a stump and leaned over like I was telling a secret.
"At night-I can hear." I whispered. He gulped. "I can hear it, clanks and screeches of metal. And sometimes, sometimes I hear laughter."
"Laughter?" He squeaked backing away from the well.
"Yes. Evil, wicked laughter." I let out a shrill creepy giggle that sent him jumping back in fright. I started to laugh-my really non-evil laugh. "You should have seen your face!" I said pointing at him. "You where sooo scared."
"Was not." He said defencivly.
"ANALICE!" My Mother yelled clanging an old bell. I looked sheepishly back at Dylan.
"That's my mom. Gotta go. Bye!" I turned and ran towards my house.
"Nice meeting you." I heard him faintly call. When I arrived at my house I saw my Mom coming out side with two pots to bang together. She had blue-ish black hair and was still wearing her orange gardening gloves.
"There you are. Dinner's ready." She said giving me a slightly stern look. She headed back into the house and I followed. I saw my dad sitting at the table with some gadget and was working on it with a screwdriver.
"Hi Dad."
"Hey Kiddo. Where were you?" He asked looking up from his toy. I looked at the celing.
"I was hanging out near the old well." He gave me a very anger look.
"We told you not to hang out there Analice."
"It's not like I'm gonna fall in!" I pouted crossing my arms. He looked to my Mom for help.
"It's old and rotting honey, it was old and rotting when I was a kid." Boy that well's been around longer then I thought. "There are probably dead animals in it. It's just gross." She brought over a pot and put some stew in front of me.
"Oh and the dead birds Cat brings us aren't" Cat was out cat. Don't blame me for the imaginative name it was my parent's idea. As if he knew he was being talked about he came over and began to rub against my leg. I scratched his ears. My mom gave me an end-of-discussion glare and I began to reluctantly eat my soup.
After a minuete of silence I said.
"There's a new kid living in the Pink Palace." My parents looked up at me.
"Oh really." My mom said between her clenched teeth. She turned to my father. He cowered back and held up his hands.
"I tried! You can't say I didn't try!"
"His name's Dylan, he was the one I was hanging out with by the old well." My parents were having an inaudible argument. I hated when they did that. "I'm still here!"
"Wait son? So this is a boy you where hanging out with?" My Dad was so over protective.
"No dad, It's a girl!" I said sarcastically "But it doesn't matter, I followed him to the old well then freaked him out." My father proudly messed up my inky black hair. My mother rolled her eyes.
"I swear to god You get it from him! Stalking people. At least she got my looks." My father gave her a playful shove and she gave him a friendly punch. It was true, I did look a lot like my mom. Dark hair, pale skin, light brown eyes from my dad, She also apparently was tiny and a stick when she was twelve too so there's still hope for me.
"Can I go see him tomorrow, you know, welcome him and his family?" I asked giving them my best innocent little girl face. The both didn't even look up from their bowls and said: NO.
"Well why no!"
"We've told you, now eat your stew,"
"I hate stew" I was in a bad mood now and my parents both let out a sigh. When I was in a bad mood I normally stayed in on for a while. After dinner the family normally separated. My dad went to work on his new motorcycle-ish thing. It was really cool but he would never let me rid it, even if it was working. My mom went to her garden. It was really a beautiful garden but it was a little boring to sitting planting and weeding and pruning everyday. I normally watched TV. Extreme sports usually. I loved excitement and adventure. My parents never got that. There was nothing good on so I went into my room. It was pretty cool. I had posters of cities and countries on the walls and a big canopy bed that I wrapped star lights around. My Grandma had made me a big orange comforter that clashed horribly but I kept it anyway. I buried my head under the pillow when my mom came in.
"Honey?" She sat down. "Well I wonder where she could be? Maybe under…here!?" She snatched up my pillow. I gave her a glare.
" Mom! I'm not five any more!" She gave me a come-on look. She was really big on saying good night each night. I don't know why though. She gave my a little half hug with her arm. I smiled and kissed her nose.
"Good night mom."
"G'night Annalice."