Hey dudes~ Sorry I didn't update yesterday... I'm trying I promise
Rose stood in her new room. It was just a normal room, it had a bathroom, and a large window that looked out into the back yard. She walked over to the window and looked out. She noticed her half brother, David, on the swings. Roses eyebrows pinched together in confusion. It seemed that Dave was talking to himself.
The thing Rose noticed was the fact that it looked like the swing Dave was talking to was swinging by itself. She watched a little more, Dave was content with talking the the mystery swing. 'Maybe there are paranormal anomalies present in this house...' She thought as she pulled out one of her maybe books about paranormal.
She leafed through it's old worn yellow pages, until she came to a page about poltergeists. 'Hmmm...' Rose pondered the situation 'This does not fit the description I am seeing, could it be something else?' Rose sighed in frustration. She hated not knowing things. Rose ghosted down the stairs to confront Bro. "Bro," Rose called "I was wondering about the history about this home. I thought I should know more about the home I am living in."
Bro looked over and smirked "Oh Rose," He teased "Why on earth would you need to know that?"
Rose's mouth turned to a thin line. "Bro," She demanded " Please."
Bro got up and sighed "Okay, don't freak out okay, lil' sis?"
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Dave was enjoying John's company more and more by the minute. Dave wasn't really paying attention to John's endless chatter, he was paying more attention to his eyes. John looked so… Guilty? He noticed that John hadn't brought up how or why he died, or why he's about the same age as Dave. "So what brings you to Washington, Dave?" John asked.
Dave stiffened 'Should I tell him what happened? Should I lie?' He just shrugged. "We needed a new start," He replied "It's not like we're runaways"
John giggled and nodded. "I kinda wish I could get away," said John "but I'm… well… you know…"
Dave nodded in understanding. 'I don't think he wanted to die...' dave thought to himself as he watched John swish back and forth on the swing. Dave was about to say something, when Dirk walked out into the back yard to call him in for pizza. Dave made a quick jerking motion, signaling John to follow him into the house, so he didn't get locked out. Dirk was silent was he lead Dave into the kitchen. The smell of pizza made Dave's tummy do the rumblies that only pizza could satisfy.
He snagged a slice for himself. 'Can john eat pizza?' He glanced over to John and pointed at the pizza slightly. John nodded eagerly as Dave stole him a slice as well. They walked up the stairs silently until they made it to Daves room. Dave held out the slice to John, and John took it happily. "Thanks Dave…" He said, the happiness filling his baby blue eyes "I mean it, no one has ever been this nice to me."
Dave tilted his head to the side "Why wouldn't anyone be nice?" He asked.
John looked down "I wasn't the most… popular kid in school…" He replied, choosing his words carefully.
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Bro watched Roses reaction to the houses history carefully, knowing how she was with that kind of thing. Rose nodded in understanding. "You don't want me to tell Dirk, Or David?" she inquired "I think they deserve to know what happened here, considering they live here."
Bro sighed "This is the first time they have ever lied in a real house, and I don't want them to be scared of the new house…"
Rose stood up, "I will comply to your wishes," She dusted herself off " But you should tell them, I would want to know if I didn't."
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Dave didn't know how to process the information John just gave him. John looked at him with a worried expression "Dave." He said reassuringly "I'm dead, so don't be upset~"- "Is that supposed to help?" Dave asked "Because it's not doing much…" John looked down "Sorry…" He said guiltily. Dave glanced over to John, and felt a pang of guilt poke into his stomach. 'Shit.. What do I say?' Dave looked over to John, who looked like he would cry. Dave sighed and leaned over. He felt John jump at the feeling of a hug.
