Ratatatatatatata. Rain incessantly pelted the roof of the Stoppable household, a dreary lullaby of sorts to which one girl was listening to in the upstairs other master bedroom. She lay dismally on her bed, tangled in her purple, fuzzy sheets, several worn Cuddlebuddies spread about them. Her red, slightly wavy hair was spread on her pillow like the obscured sun. Her chocolate hued eyes were fixed on the unchanging ceiling. She sighed in utter boredom. Her best friend, Claudine, was in Paris for her mother's work and Diego, who was a few years older, she guessed she could call a just a friend, hadn't been around much. He never really was, anyways.
"Jennifer, honey, would you like some blueberry pie?" Jennifer's grandmother called from the first floor. She was there to watch Jen since the day before, on her now four-year-old brother Ryker's birthday, there had been an accident that involved a water bed too close to a screened window, seven preschoolers on it and an instructional karate video on the TV in front. Long story short, Ryker had fallen out of the window and broke his right arm and their parents took him to the ER. Yes, with no present friends, random showers and an injured brother, this had to be the most rotten summer ever. Unfortunately, it got even worse. School started the very next day.
"Jen?" Grandma Ann inquired again. Jen sat up, not bothering to look in the mirror at the incredibly bored almost-fifth grader who never really bothered to get out of bed.
"Coming," She replied hoarsely, since she hadn't spoken a word all day. She dragged her feet down the carpeted stairs to the kitchen, where her grandma had the radio on, and was currently blasting the song 'Pyromania'. As she plopped down on a chair, her grandmother placed a slice of pie in front of her and smiled. "Bon Appetit." Jen returned the grin. She was almost finished with the pie slice and the glass of milk Grandma Ann had poured for her when there was a high, screeching noise coming from outside the front door. Not many cars drove down the street Jen lived on, it was a quiet, little neighborhood. Startled by the noise, both grandmother and girl stopped what they were doing to see what was going on outside the window near the entrance and sat down on the couch underneath it.
A huge black Cadillac was driving wildly in and out of the streets that branched from Jen's like a crazy snake desperate to find its prey. The crazy machine accelerated again, tires skidding on the slick road, but this time, it was in the direction of a house at the very end of the street. Jen didn't know much about the old Victorian, just that it was for sale for an unbelievably sum, (evident by the ever-present 'For Sale' sign pounded into its lawn) was around a hundred and ten years old, claimed to be haunted according to the local high schoolers, (this was extremely probable since nothing really they said was true) and was most likely never going to be sold. When the Cadillac pulled into its driveway, windshield wipers furiously swiping at the rain, its passengers disembarked, five huddled shaped in the rain. Grandma Ann whistled.
"That was one, crazy driver, huh?" Jen smirked, her eyes never leaving the passengers. It was almost impossible to see who it was that now occupied the house. She could count five-no seven figures around the wet car.
"So they finally bought the house." Jen tore her vision away from the people.
"You know them?" Grandma Ann snorted.
"No, it's just that its been for sale for so long and people have bought it at last."
Jen nodded her head briefly in agreement. Who were these people? Why, out of all the houses and neighborhoods in Middleton did they choose to move into this one?
