Chapter 1

Sharpay stared at the up-to-date house. It was beautiful. The 1920 style mansion was always what she wanted to live in since she was a girl. When looking for a new house to move into since, her parents divorced, she saw how great of a bargin this house was. It was the most beautiful one she had found but, strangely it had the cheapest price. She wonder why; was the molding bad, did something happen with the pervious owners. But, nothing really made sense.

The moment she explained to her father what a great school district and how lovely the house was, her father made a down settlement on the house. Everything Sharpay wanted, was got the lovely house in California, near the theater school she would be performing in and, got to live in Beverly Hills like any celebrity! But, most of all she could get away from her hottie of a ex, Troy Bolton and her ex-best friend Gabby, who stole Troy from her. Ever since that day, her love life has been lower than low, and that was unexpectable. She was after all, Sharpay Evans. She deserved the best out of the best and maybe here, she can get a hot California Surfer.

The only thing upsetting about moving was the fact that she may never see her brother Ryan again. Her whole life she's been with him but, now he's gone, off with her mother, somewhere in Germany. She didn't know how exactly how she would live, and run everything without him but, she would have to at least try. And so far, everything was going great.

She began walking up the steps to the porch of the house. It was way better in person. The details of everything were perfect, how on earth did no one else want to live here? She waited for her dad to unlock the front door, she couldn't wait to settle in her new room.

As a figure walked towards her, it wasn't her father, unstead it was this blonde lady with way too hairsprayed hair, with dark chocolate brown eyes. She look like she came from Dallas, Texas.

"Um, can I help you?" Sharpay asked cocky.

The women looked at Sharpay with a devilish grin. "Hello dear, I'm Constance. I'm here to welcome you to your new home. I live right next door," as Constance pointed to the the house right next to Sharpay's.

"Right. Sorry, I'm Sharpay," Sharpay offered her hand out.

Constance looked her up and down, and then shooked her head. Do you need any help with moving in? I'm sure my boy, Tate would love to help".

"No thanks, mam. My father hired men to help. But, If you don't mind of me asking, our real estate never told us why the price of this house was so low, I was wondering if you have any clue why?"

Constance took a gulp and looked at her, "You mean... you didn't hear?"

Sharpay shooked her head. "What do you mean,".

"The pervious owners... died in that house".

"Oh my gosh, that's terrible..."

"Do you believe in ghost, dear?"

"N-no"

"Good because, you sure as hell must not, if you're going to be living in that house" Constance pledge as walking away.

Sharpay gulped and looked at the house, now that she looked at it, the house was more creepy than richly decorated. Then Sharpay shooked her head. What was she thinking? That Constance lady was fucking physco, why would she believe her? This house was gorgeous and her father already bought it. And most of all, ghosts were just some nightmare to scare children...right?