I know the story of a bright, energetic redheaded Irish girl named Miara (Me-are-ah), and her dark haired, milder Scottish best friend Ailianna, AKA Aili (Ay-lee).
How do I know this story? I'll tell you later on.
They both lived in England, until Miara's parents wanted to move back to Ireland.
Miara eventually moved to her home town, Bray. It was close to Dublin and Laoghaire, so they were able to get to an airport quite easily, so Miara could visit Aili about once a month.
It was time for Miara's second monthly visit, (Just like Mother Nature ...) so she packed up her things and flew to Bangor, England, where Aili lived.
Even though Aili's parents went out of town when Miara came along, since they were both fifteen Aili's parents let them stay by themselves over night.
Who knew that them being alone only for that one time, even though they've been alone before, would change their lives forever.
Miara slammed the side door of the taxi, and walked to the trunk in the back. She reached in, and yanked out her suitcase, having it almost fall on her feet.
She hurried to the front door, and rang the doorbell. She could hear the doorbell clang loudly inside the large cottage and a clattering of footsteps.
Ailianna breathlessly opened the door, her face slightly flushed from running.
"Hey!" She squealed, while hugging the breath out of Miara. She quickly closed the door, but she forgot to lock it.
Miara returned the hug, and they hauled the suitcase up the carpeted stairs by the door to Ailianna's room while excitedly chattering.
They went up to Ailianna's room, and Miara quickly wheeled her giant suitcase to the side of the room, gently setting it on the floor where she could access it easier.
Miara sat on the oval ottoman, and Aili sat on the edge of the bed. They started talking about what all had happened while Miara was away, and when they started getting tired and hungry, they started out of the room.
They were about halfway down the stairs, when Miara suddenly stopped. "What is it?" Ailianna asked.
"Hush. I think I heard something." Miara replied.
They both listened silently. "Did you hear it again?"
"No. I could've sworn I heard something …"
They stayed silent for a few more seconds, until Miara shrugged it off. "It was probably just the wind or something." She muttered.
Ailianna giggled nervously. "Yeah, probably."
They cautiously walked a couple more steps down, when they definitely heard a bump from the living room, just past the kitchen.
"You totally heard that, right..?" Miara whispered.
"Yup. I –" Ailianna got cut off by a soft meow. "Oh, just a cat. I didn't know you got a cat!" Miara chuckled.
"… We didn't. We've never had a cat." Ailianna gulped. "What! What was that then?" Miara cried. She clasped her hand over her mouth, startled at her own voice.
There was another bump, closer. Miara grabbed Ailianna's hand, terrified.