It was snowing that day, in the small rural town of Peaceful Pines. It wasn't a rare or odd occurrence here during this time of year.
But it sure made getting to and from school a lot harder, just ask the raven haired girl on the bike. She just had gone through the daily humiliation known as school, and now she was freezing as she heads for the house that lays on top the hill.
Days like this, Lydia Deetz wished she was dead.
And it wasn't just the cold ride home, pretty soon it would be too cold and her step mother would have to start driving her to school (not a pretty prospect.) No, it was her arch rival and all around pain Clair Brewster. It would start from the second she came in through the school doors and wouldn't end until she had left. Lydia would be glade to just to crash in her bed for the rest of the day and pretend this is all a nightmare, she'll wake up soon.
Her house came into view, a fridge blast of wind came from the west and hit her in the face. She narrowed her eyes, it was like nature herself just slap her in the face.
Once she made it and dismounted she shivered as she walked the short distance, which felt like a few miles to her.
Opening the door she sucked in the warm air through her teeth as her body warmed up.
"Is that you?" Her father called, he poke his head into the hall with a smile. "Your mother went into town to get some art supplies, she might be in her creative process for the next few days."
"Okay," she said as she took off her coat. Fine by me she thought while heading up to her room. Once she threw the school girl uniform aside and dressing in normal goth-inspired clothing she felt much better. There wasn't much else that could bring her day down, her ghostly friend, Beetlejuice, has some official business to tend to so she can't call on him at the moment.
Turning on the tv and falling back she just caught the beginning of some horror movie, she smile as her day may be turning around for once.
Snow has made the drive to and from the town was a bit difficult but she didn't care as long as she has her paints and molding clays. She pulling up into driveway she climb out and went around to gather her things, Delia walked into the house to find her husband, Charles, sitting at the kitchen table.
"I'm going to be a little late for dinner," she said as she walked by.
"That's alright dear," he said.
Delia wonder into her little room, placing the supplies down than returning for more she came back. She just needs inspiration to get her going now, and that was the hardest part of this.
Pulling out some clay and sitting down she stared at it, getting a feel of what it wants to be. Within moments she is motivated. The first she made was a shape, round in nature if not a little lumpy. She jabbed her thumbs into it and form two deep holes.
Do you want to be a face? She thought as her fingers created a crude nose, she was liking this creation very much. A smile crossed her face while the head received ears, it was time for a mouth.
She reached over to pick up a sculpting tool from the table when she looked down, there was a tiny slit already in place. Delia place the tool down as she sat there wondering when or how that got there, her eyes focused on it as it seem to have grown a little.
A second glance shows it is still the same size as before, it must have been her imagination. Delia figured she needs a break and was about to get up but the mouth grew again, it was twice it's size than before.
This house is strange, she thought as she backed away from her creation. This is merely a trick of the mind, or a ghost. Yeah, that's it.
The slit was now gone, leaving Delia a little unnerved. Maybe now was a good time to take a long break. A very long break.
Clair walked into her room, no surprise it was vast and extravagant with some much to reflect upon her (ether through clothes, wardrobe or mirrors). The first thing she had gone to was her favorite mirror, which was sitting on a desk.
She did her usual routine when something felt a little out of line here, at first she couldn't quite figure it out but looking around the young girl had found one of her desk drawers had slid open.
How did that happen? She thought as she lean down to shove it back into place, just as she was about to return to what she was doing she heard something. Looking down she found it out again, and again she shoved it back into the desk.
When it rolled out a third time Clair looked down and felt her breath catch in her throat.
In the drawer instead of the usual collection of makeup and skin care products was a doll, a very life like doll that was laid upon a sheet made of silk.
She drop down quickly to slam the drawer shut, her heart was going a mile a minute. She was afraid to even move, yet she manage to remove her hand after so many minutes. Her attention was on it for some time before she weakly stood up, in her mind she try to figure out what was going on.
Why does this happen to me?
It was snowing in the forest, near the town of Peaceful Pines. Not many would be out here, during a light dusting or a blizzard no one dared to transverse these woods unless there was a rescue team back them. Here one can be so easily be lost, no matter what happen as these hills were large and the trees were twisting around to give a feeling of maze.
Yet there was someone was out here, in fact there quite a few of people out here. All walking towards the town, each with hollowed eyes and white skin. Each smiling with teeth like razors and mind twisted around, they have plans for the people of Peaceful Pines.
Something wicked this way will come.