I guess it's time I introduce myself. My name is Juno – Juno Alexander. I am seventeen years old and I live with my father in an apartment. My parents divorced last year and my mother moved in with her boyfriend down south from where my dad and I live.

I am junior in high school getting ready for summer to come. Today is the last day of school and my friends and I are all going to my friend Bronte's house to celebrate. Every year we spend the first night of summer at one our houses.

We are a triplet force, I suppose you could say. People at our school always call us 'the three amigas'. It's me, my friend Bronte, and my other friend Madeline.

At the end of the school day, we all piled into Bronte's mother's big black Cadillac Escalade and joked and giggled all the way to her house.

Last year the party had been at my apartment. My friends were modest and humble people, but I knew it was cramped and not very fun at all in my tiny living space. Freshmen year we had gone to Madeline's house. So this year it made sense to go to Bronte's house. I had been there many times before, but every time I came up the driveway I couldn't keep my jaw from dropping. Bronte's family was wealthy, they had a big, two-story house on the top of a hill overlooking the small valley before it. Bronte laughed and shoved me playfully.

"Oh you silly! It's not that impressive!"

Bronte's mother laughed and parked the car.

"Well, go on! Before I snatch the movie room and watch my own movie!"

We all fumbled over one another and jumped out of the car, running for the house, laughing until our sides hurt.

Bronte's house was as beautiful and impressive on the inside as it was on the outside. Since it sat on the side of a sloping hill, the entrance was on the second floor, and the bedrooms, movie room and living area were all downstairs. We hastily lugged our duffel bags downstairs and collapsed on the big leather couches in front of the blank screen.

Madeline always insisted on doing my nails whenever she had the chance. Of the three of us, I was the only one that didn't bite my nails, so they were always long and healthy. Before I even had a chance to change into my comfy pajamas, Madeline had sat me down on the couch and started filing my nails. Bronte came out a few minutes later in a t-shirt and shorts. She rubbed her hands together excitedly and sniffed the air.

"Ah-ha! Dad brought home pizza!"

I giggled and sniffed a bit, barely catching the scent of baking pizza from upstairs.

"Don't move!"

Madeline grabbed my hand and kept her gaze on my fingers.

"Sorry." I laughed.

Eventually, Madeline finished painting my nails and we both changed into our pajamas. A pair of footsteps came down the stairs and a hand knocked on the side of the wall before the figure came fully around the corner.

"Hey," Bronte's dad's voice came from behind the corner. "Safe to come in?"

He poked his head around and Bronte screamed.

"No dad we're naked!"

"Ah! What the-!" her dad leapt back and covered his eyes.

The three of us collapsed in laughter, and her dad poked his head back around the corner, eyeing us curiously.

"Well, some thanks I get, hmm. I guess I'll just eat all the pizza by myself…."

Immediately, the three of us were on our feet and running up the stairs.

After retrieving our pizza, it was movie time! Bronte wanted to watch a horror movie, but Madeline was the easily frightened type, so I vouched for a non-horror flick.

So we watched Van Helsing.

I would've stood up for Madeline better if I didn't love Van Helsing as much as I did.

Madeline stuffed her face into a pillow every time something scared her, which was basically through the whole movie. We paused the movie to take necessary breaks, such as to get seconds on pizza and ice cream.

Then, as the credits of Van Helsing were running, I began to notice a shadow moving about over the window. It was a man so far as I could tell, so I assumed it was Bronte's dad. But then, why would he be doing yard work at midnight? Then I remembered Bronte's parents had gone to bed close to ten o' clock.

I decided to go lock the door and windows and close the curtains, just on the off chance some weirdo was wandering around.

"Hmm, where are you goin?" Madeline mumbled, half asleep from behind her pillow.

"Just gonna close the curtains."

Bronte was already asleep, her head tossed back on the couch. I went over to the window and made sure it was locked then began to draw the curtains closed.

Then I saw it.

There, standing about twenty feet away was a man. He stood tall and resolute, nothing but a black silhouette in the dark night. My brain suddenly erupted into static and I grunted, collapsing to my knees. The man outside stared at me, and in the horrible buzz I could hear sick, twisted laughter. My eyes were frozen on him and I couldn't force myself to look away.

'No eyes,' I heard in the back of my head. 'Always watches.'

Author's Note: So... reviews? Please :3 I would love to hear what you guys think so far, even though there is kinda nothing happening yet, hur hur! More will come! So let me know if you like it :)