I do not own ANY of the characert's in this story. All I own is my imagination and emo/skater love for Vampires!
I kickfliped my board into the air, and did a board slid down the the railing. I had just did another one of those fights with my pops, and like any other kid, i was burning of my steam with a little skating.
Suddenly I lost control of my board, and tumbled down to the ground.
"Great going, Gaara." I mumbled to myself.
Getting up from my fall, I looked around at the unfamilier scenery. There where dead tree's scattered everywhere. And a dirt road that seemed to go over a hill. But the thing that I noticed the most were the tomb Stones.
"Wow...what an old Graveyard..." I said under my breath.
Sudenly the wind began picking up very fast. The hairs on the back of my neck began to rise. The dead branches on the trees, danced to a rithum that could not be heard. Right then, something in me was warning me-No. Telling me To get out FAST.
But this is Sabaku-No-Gaara here. I'm not going to run away. The wind was picking up and blowing loose leaves into the air. Then I heard a sound that could be the worst sound ever. And it wasn't the sound of bones breaking. It was a sickning loud scream, that came from the other side of the hill, And it was that one horofiying sound that made me get cold shivers inside.
The sky darkened, adn started to drizzle. Then the drizzle turned into cascades of rain. I ran to the top of the hill, and saw a mansion. I had heard rummers of the supernatural happening there. But tonight, I neaded to be dry.
I skated down the hill, and the rain made my hair wet and hard to see. I reached the front porch, and to my surprise, the door was open. So I invited my self in.
"Lets see if those rummors are really real tonight."