Disclaimer: I don't own Darkest powers :(
When I woke up, my head was pounding. I glanced at the clock on the night table across the room. It said 3:17am. Oh joy. I wasn't even tired. I decided to get my own tour of the house. Considering nobody was awake I wouldn't caught looking in places they didn't want me to look in. I had to get to know this place better if I was going to be here for three months. I shivered. I don't even want to think about that now.
"Girl," Something whispered. I was headed downstairs when I heard it again. It was definitely not my imagination this time. I ignored it and kept going. I've never really liked basements but I've never really had a particular reason not to, either. When I got down the stairs it was almost too dark to see but I managed. If anybody woke up and saw the light on down here, I was dead meat. So I left it off.
"Door "The same voice said again. I turned and saw a door on the other side of the room. No. I wasn't falling for that.
"Come," The voice said again. You know what? Fine, I would. That just goes to prove that there's nothing there. As I approached the door, the floor creaked upstairs.
Shoot.
I tried the door.
"Locked," I said quietly.
"Key" Was what I was told next. Why am I being ordered around like this?
"No," I said loudly. Shoot. I heard footsteps on the stairs and bolted. I had just hid behind the dryer when the footsteps stopped. Nobody turned the lights on, but I could tell they were scanning the room. They had heard me. Why do I have to be so loud? It had to be someone staying here. I guessed they didn't turn the lights on because they were afraid of being caught, too. Finally, they left.
"Key,"
I jumped, not expecting that now. The voice seemed to grow faint. Good. I hope it's because I'm finally getting a grip on reality. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, ignoring the voice as it repeated the word "Key." I mean I get it already. I need a key to unlock the door in the basement. But I don't want to unlock it. But was it because I thought there was no reason to or was it because I was scared of what was on the inside?
I hoped it was the first one.
"Ow," I whisper yelled as I ran face first into a wall of flesh. I looked up at the person I had run into. He had dark hair, lots of acne, green eyes and a muscular build. I figured he was about 16, like me, though he looked older. I was about to say sorry when he put his hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet. I heard footsteps on the stairs and he pulled me back into the pantry as the kitchen light flicked on. Neither of us wanted to get caught, especially me. Imagine what they would think of me. It was my first day and I was caught sneaking around without permission. It's not like give me permission to sneak around anyways, but still.
We waited until the kitchen lights were out and the footsteps had stopped before we stepped out of the pantry.
"Thanks," I said quietly.
"Your welcome," He grunted before heading back upstairs, to the boy's end of the house.
"Well, that was polite," I murmured before heading back upstairs, to the girl's rooms.
I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I would drift off before waking up again hearing a voice whisper incoherent words in my ear. At about 6:30 I fell asleep only to be waken up again at 7:20 by the same alarm clock on the night table on the other girl's side of the room. I remembered her name was Victoria. She had short black hair and pale skin, like me. She looked about 15 years old and spoiled. I had a feeling she wasn't going to be too nice to me.
"Hi," I said quietly as she ran a brush through her hair in front of a mirror on her desk, "I'm Sarah."
"Tori," She said distantly, as if she didn't want to waste her time talking to me.
"You don't need to get dressed yet," She sighed, "The boys and girls have breakfast separately. Then we come back upstairs and get ready for classes."
"Oh," I felt really stupid now.
We walked down the stairs together in silence. When we reached the dining room two other girls were there already. Both of their heads snapped up as we walked in.
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth. Liz for short," A girl with long blonde hair said cheerily. She looked like she was always smiling, "This is Rachelle." She said gesturing to a girl with thick copper curls and copper skin.
"You can call me Rae," She said with a kind smile.
We sat down in silence. Tori took a seat by Liz and started talking animatedly about a bad hair day she had awhile ago. I sat down beside Rae and we ate in silence. But it wasn't awkward silence. Rae seemed really nice. But I can't judge her yet. Why would she be here at Lyle House if she were a nice normal kid? Maybe her parents owned the place? I doubt it. It looked like maybe Tori's did, but Rae's? No. I ate my cereal while thinking about last night. Why had that ghost wanted me to open that door so badly and why was I so afraid to?
