October 12, 2012 (10:25 PM)

Reporter: I am standing infront of the Torres residence, where two bodies have been discovered inside. The bodies have been identified as, 38 year old 'Daniel Torres' and his daughter, 17 year old 'Livie Torres'. The third member of the family, 16 year old 'Ethan Torres' was not found inside the home. A frantic 911 call was placed by the Torres' neighbor, when she had recived a strange phone call from 'Ethan Torres' telling her to come to the home. When she arrived, the door was open. Upon entering the home, she described the scene as a burglary had taken place and once inside the living area, she encountered 'Daniel Torres' lifeless body. Upstairs on the second floor, 'Livie Torres' was found in her bed. Police are now investigating inside the home and have found no evidence of breaking-and-entering. Police are also scouting around the neighborhood and asking questions as to the where-abouts of 'Ethan Torres'.

Day 1:

September 13, 2012 (2:15 PM)

As we pulled into the driveway, I was gazing up at the enormous house we were about to move into. It was white and had a very elegant wood-rimmed glass door. The grass in the front yard was somewhat over grown, but I knew my younger brother would take care of that once we settled in. I opened the passenger side door and rose out of the car.

"So... What do'ya think?" my dad asked, smiling.

"Isn't it kind of big for just the three of us?" my brother said, slamming the car door shut.

"It only has four rooms. One of them will be my office and an attic. You should be happy Ethan, you each get your own bathroom" my dad replies, pointing at us.

"Finally! Now I don't have to worry about her stuff being on my side of the counter!" He snarls, looking directly at me.

At our old home in Arizona, our rooms were connected to one large bathroom. He had the right sink and I had the left sink. I managed to put all my products and purfumes on my side. But, he always complained about something still being on his side. I was just as relieved as he was about having our own bathrooms. The reason we moved from Arizona to San Diego was because of the tragedy that occured in our old home. My mother had committed suicide in the bathroom. My brother and I don't really know much about what happened, since we were at school. All my dad told us was that she had a troubled past and he would tell us more when we got older. I miss her allot and I don't understand why she did it. She always seemed so happy and acted like there wasn't a care in the world. I guess she was just good a keeping secrets.

"Alright, lets start moving in these boxes" my father says, popping the trunk.

I look in the back and pick up the box that has my name written on the top, 'Livie'. My father goes to open the door and I follow behind him. He puts the key in the lock and turns it. When I walk in, I'm amazed at how high the ceiling is. There was a large chandelier hanging above the living room. Our furniture and appliances were already inside since the movers had put them in yesterday. While that was going on, my brother and I had to stay at the hotel, while my dad helped the movers put everything in quicker, so we could come see the finished product today.

"I'll take you up to your room Livie" my dad says, motioning me to follow him upstairs.

Once at the top, there was a long hallway with five doors. My room was the second door on the right. My new room was much bigger than my old one. My bed was set in the corner by the window and my bathroom was to the left. When you walk inside, there was a glass sliding door shower and another door that lead to a much bigger closet where my clothes and shoes were. I set the box on my bed and went to look around the rest of the house.

"So, where's your room dad?"

"My room is the first door on your left. Your brothers room is the second door on the left and my office is the first door on your right" he replies.

"What about this door?" I say, turning the knob and peeking inside the door between my brothers room and mine.

"That door just leads up to the attic" he says, before running back downstairs to retrieve more boxes.

I open the door wider and see a set of wooden stairs leading up to another door. There wasn't an attic in my old house, and I already had a bad feeling about this one. I shut the door and started towards the stairs. I haulted when I heard the sound of footsteps above me. I looked to the ceiling than to the attic door. I could hear the sound as if there were someone coming down the wooden steps from the attic. I walked back towards the door and the sound got louder and I got closer. I put my hand on the knob.

"What are you doing?" my brother says, from the other end of the hall carrying a box.

I jumped and spun around quickly. "Don't scare me like that!" I yell, as I feel my heart beating out of my chest.

"Sorry..." he smirks. "Where's my room?"

I point to the left and he walks past me. I turn back to the attic door and put my ear against it. It was silent on the other side.

"Are you okay?" my brother asks, looking at me strangely from inside his room.

I take my ear off the door. "Yeah... Just thought I heard something..."