This is a rewrite of The Move. This chapter and others (the ones in first person) may have added scenes, extended scenes, etc. Major plot points though WILL NOT BE CHANGED, though there's one slightly bigger thing that I'll change that didn't do deadly squat for the story, now looking back.

Also, this fanfiction will be posted on my AO3. On there, I'm under the same pen handle, ReconditeAgony (don't ask why *laugh*). Other than that, here is the rewrite of The Move!

As the cloudless night above shined above two people, a young man and a girl, they turned to each other with one common thought running through their heads. It was one they never thought would be something to come to mind.

Elm Street...Springwood, Ohio, it seemed like it wouldn't be much. However, one day, it all changed. How did this all happen?

Neither person said a single word, but instead deeply contemplating exactly what, or rather who was attempting to haunt their minds. Their arms linked around each other was for comfort as they continued staring up at the sky in deep thought and as silent as ever.

— — — — —

The air in the dark night was so still and so quiet, the dark alleyway was mostly quiet for a few moments. No creature stirred away, or rather; no creature was even around.

The only thing that did make a sound was the sound of heavy-sounding footsteps - or heavy-sounding if you paid close attention - making their way down the alleyway. The alleyway itself welcomed the footsteps with absolute silence. At first, one would not have been able to tell exactly who it was but the closest one could get was a silhouette.

The silhouette appeared to be walking toward a dimly lit area straight ahead. No word was said but the silhouette continued forward towards a lit area in the alleyway.

The silhouette made way to the lit area, revealing to be an average-looking teenaged boy with fair skin and brown hair. He shuddered at the silence, it reminded him of the many times before he'd been in this same alleyway for the past several nights, yet it never failed to haunt him. He didn't know if it was the lit area that looked like it was barely hanging onto the brick wall or something else entirely.

"Fucking great, ain't it, Weston?" he scolded himself.

Weston shuddered before he continued on, the occasional sounds from nocturnal animals were all he heard, he kept his own footsteps quiet enough that he could barely, if at all, hear them. However, the further he journeyed through this seemingly endless alleyway, the quieter the possible nocturnal animals got. He didn't consider it odd; he was walking away from the sound. The ongoing alleyway though was a different story.

When the fuck does a major road end in this? I haven't seen an alleyway go this fucking long.

The teen kept his senses on high alert, if this was another one of those weird dreams he'd been having in the past several days, he was certain he'd raise hell. They always involved a severely burnt man wearing a red and green sweater with brown pants, a fedora hat, and finger knives. Weston never got who the man was, much to his chagrin. He didn't know how it all happened. It didn't make sense to him. He'd been living in Springwood, Ohio for his whole seventeen years of life and dreams involving a creepy man shouldn't have even phased him. But he did, and Weston had always woken up with either a finger knife slash somewhere on his arm or he came out unscathed. It had always been split between the two.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek caused him to stop in his tracks then cover his ears. The sound itself wasn't incredibly bothersome, but the suddenness of it startled him.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled, turning his head right, left, in front, and behind him, wondering what the source of the shriek was. "Seriously, what the fuck is this? Is this a fucking prank from Tumblr?"

"You're gonna wish you hadn't said that," suddenly said a dark voice that sounded as if someone were directly speaking into his ear, almost ignoring the ongoing shrieking.

The shrieking stopped at that instant. Weston had no time to see who it was but given his familiarity with the voice that haunted him all these past several nights, he screamed then ran down the alleyway as fast as he could. He had no idea where he was going, but he just wanted to get away from the very figure haunting him.

After what felt like an eternity, he took a swift notice of a door at the end of an alley. He had no time to ponder why it was there as he quickly shoved the door open then slammed it shut after getting into what he assumed was a new room of sorts.

He stopped then turned behind him out of morbid curiosity to see the address number and name above the door line: 1428 Elm Street. Confused and befuddled, he squinted to get a better look.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed. "That shit ain't even my address? I'm in 1424, pricks! How many times do I have to go over that shit?"

Frustrated, he turned away from the door then continued into what he figured was the house of 1428 Elm Street. It was empty from the eye's view, though he knew it had been vacant for over fifteen years until he heard rumblings of a new neighbor coming into the house with the said address.

Weston walked forward, his eyes scanning around the area around him. As he journeyed further, the area around him got colder and colder, as if he were traveling into the deep underground.

Once he got into the vacant living room, he saw what he guessed was at least fifty body bags hanging from the ceiling with several bodies in them hanging upside down. Small streaks of dried blood stained the body bags.

Weston turned away then briefly gagged, the horrifically disgusting sight catching him off guard.

"He's coming for you."

The sound coming from several voices stopped him in his tracks as he looked around him, trying to determine where it came from. After finding no culprit, he continued forward only to find his computer on the coffee table. He tilted his head in confusion, finding this unusual as he never placed his computer here, his computer was in his own room.

When he got closer, he saw that his computer screen showed his familiar Tumblr page. He found that odd, given that he remembered closing all the internet browsers once he got off, he rarely ever left any windows still up. The page itself contained his previous blog posts, though he refused to read through them because he knew at this rate, he was being followed again.

"Oh shit," he muttered.

"Like my handiwork, Weston?"

The teen in question didn't anticipate hearing the same familiar voice again, but he turned around just to make sure he was correct, not that he wanted to be. There was the same man, his face in a crooked grin.

"Am I supposed to?" scoffed Weston.

The man…no, the monster (Weston remembered the name, but the man acted more monstrous than man) turned his grin into a twisted frown. It was clear to the teen that the monster did not like the answer at all.

"I didn't say why it was there," snarled the monster. "You're lucky I got to play with you this long. Too bad it's coming to an end. I waited long enough for the kill and a certain someone I remember from long ago is bringing in new fresh meat for me, probably not that she wants to. I'm sure your friends will get the message."

The monster took a step closer to Weston then raised his finger knives to the teen's face.

"You're useless to me now," jeered the monster. "You knew it would come down to this, and I'll savor it."

Weston immediately gave him a swift punch to the face then tried to get away, but the monster let out a roar of indignation then grabbed Weston by the collar of his shirt then pulled him closer to him. He gave a final smile twisted smile to the teen before he gave a final word.

"Farewell, asshole."

Without any hesitation, the monster first hit the teen's head against the computer screen hard then gave him three finger knife slashes on his chest all for intention to kill. It wasn't long before the boy grew silent, his eyes wide and glassy but still. He was nothing but a bloody corpse.

Smiling at his handiwork, the monster threw the boy's body to the ground, now awaiting the incoming fresh meat that he heard one of his old-time victims had brought over. It was sure to be a lot of fun and he would never forget it.

— — — — —

The sky in the peak of day appeared to be somewhat darker than usual for the current time in Columbus, Ohio, not that it bothered any of the people who were currently in the last of taking boxes in their respective places. After checking that everything was finally moved into the moving truck, two movers shut the trailer door then while one, a headed for the passenger seat of the truck, the second walked to an average-height woman with a nearly perfect figure.

"Just to double check," said the mover, holding a small sheet of paper to her. "Address is 1428 Elm Street, correct?"

The woman took a careful glance at the sheet of paper that had the mentioned address written on it. Though quite unnerved that now, this would be the very house she would get to move into with her husband and two children, her green eyes shined when she saw the address was correct, having remembered buying the house after it remained unoccupied for about seven years. It was shortly after she finally got a job at Westin Hills

"Correct," she smiled, pushing her curly brown hair behind her ears. "Thank you, Elliot."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Knight, or do you prefer Layla?"

"Layla is fine, and my husband is fine with Damien."

She laughed in a somewhat shy manner as she gestured to a tall brown-haired man who also looked like he was barely pushing thirty-five. The man, presumed to be Layla's husband Damien, looked up then smiled at the two, his brown eyes slightly shining as he quietly chuckled.

"I'll go ahead and double check to see that it's empty," he said. "How are the kids?"

"They're set," replied his wife. "Doug already has enough stuff in his truck anyway."

Damien nodded in agreement then ran his hand through his black hair before turning to the front door of the one-story white stone house. He opened the door to the house then quickly but carefully checked that every room in this house was cleared out. Luckily, every room was empty and nothing else needed to be taken out.

He was leaving the empty living room when he stopped by the front door just to take one final look. He knew this day was coming, ever since he learned that Layla had gotten a job at Westin Hills, a psychiatric hospital in Springwood, Ohio that she'd been wanting for a while, but held off for a while to get more adequate education for it. Last month, the work he'd seen her put herself through finally paid off and then right away, the couple began multiple house searches. It had only been about a week and a half later when the couple had found the perfect house in Springwood, Ohio, 1428 Elm Street. While Damien remembered hearing that the house had a hefty and scary history that no one would divulge on, he and his wife insisted on buying the house.

Damn, I can't believe this is really happening, he thought. Layla, you're continuing to make me and the kids proud of you. This move though is scary for all of us, but we'll settle.

A few seconds later, he turned to the door then left the house, ready to make the journey all the to Springwood from Columbus, where he and his family were currently in. He decided to give his kids a small pep talk concerning the move. He knew that they knew this was coming, he remembered telling them about the plan to move to Springwood. They were surprised by the news but were happy for their mother.

Damien spotted a black Ford F-150 truck parked by the curb in front of the house which for the time belonged to his son. He smiled, noticing that it was indeed quite loaded with boxes, bags, and a number of other things he didn't want to bother naming at the top of his head. He closed his eyes for a moment, now trying to get himself into deep thought.

Before he could think any further about what could go on during the move, he heard a car door open, causing him to open his eyes, seeing that it was the driver's side of the black truck and the figure who stepped out of it was a younger man who gave Damien a gentle smile. The young man in question was now walking towards Damien then he stopped beside him, his tall muscular figure towering over Damien's slightly shorter and less muscular frame.

"Hey Dad," said the young man, placing his hand on Damien's shoulder. "You doing okay?"

Damien gave a quiet chuckle then saw the gentle expression on his son's face and an even softer look in his hazel eyes.

"I'm doing okay, Doug," replied Damien honestly. "It's just crazy that now, we're actually heading to Springwood. Your mother seems both happy and anxious about it."

The younger man, who was called Doug, nodded then lightly patted his father on the shoulder as a sign of reassurance. Truthfully, he also knew it would be different for him and his family, but he decided that Springwood would be decent enough.

"It'll be okay," he said quietly. "I know this move may be a little scary for all of us, but we'll hang in there. I mean, yes, we'll miss our friends but knowing it's for Mom, we'll keep supporting her. Thank gosh you already got me settled into classes at Springwood College and Faith for Springwood High School."

Damien smiled.

"I like your reassurance," he said. "Like what you're mother said a million times, it makes you more handsome than you already are."

Doug gave a brief chuckle, though the statement was true to the core. Along with his toned physique, his facial features were youthful, innocent, and as many would put as handsome, overall making him look more like a fitness celebrity of sorts or even like guys on various fitness magazines for girls to drool over rather than an average twenty-year old soon-to-be college student. However, this didn't bother him, though it made him a very misleading kind of guy, half of the words that typically came out of his mouth often made him sound older than his own age.

"How's your sister?" asked Damien.

"She's just doing last minute checks in the truck," replied his son. "She'll be out shortly, though I'm giving you a payback for making me scare her earlier."

"Oh yeah, what the hell was that for?" came new voice, a muffled sassed chuckle.

As if on cue, the two heard a car door opening then they looked up to see what was going on. The passenger door of the car opened and the person who stepped out was a girl, petite in height. She shut the door then walked toward them, her wavy black hair bouncing as she did.

"Hey, Faith!" called Doug with a smile on his face. "Got everything checked?"

"Everything's good!" replied the girl named Faith. "But seriously…"

She turned her direction to her father.

"I owe you payback for making this doofus scare me earlier," she finished, jabbing her thumb to Doug's direction.

Her father chuckled at this, though internally, he was preparing for this. His daughter was quite often notorious for playing some tricks, especially to his son who had not been phased at the point of annoyance.

"Alright then," began Damien. "I think we're about to head out. The address is 1428 Elm Street in Springwood, Ohio— "

Doug quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket then entered in the address into the navigation app. Once he pinpointed the fastest route, he put his phone away.

"And Faith— "continued Damien.

The girl in question who had her attention to her father kept it when she heard him say her name.

"Your mother has a spooky tale to tell you when we get there. But anyway, drive safe."

Faith turned to Doug with an amused expression on her face. He eyed her with confusion, but she spoke before he could ask.

"Spooky stories," said Faith with a smile on her face. "I like the sound of that."

Humorously, Doug shook his head.

"The story Mom told me is honestly one of the freakiest stories I've ever heard," he said. "Are you sure you're up to hearing it?"

"Relax, hunky doofus," she said, teasingly elbowing him in the ribs. "Scary stories are fun and occasionally hilarious."

Doug didn't budge on further, possibly thinking it was because she was in high spirits. Truthfully, he knew that like himself, she would miss many things in Columbus including their friends but knew this was for his mother who worked her ass off to get to where she was, even despite having kids at a younger than average age. Neither child wanted to put their mother's career on the back burner, the two were already older with Doug aged twenty driving himself and already starting college and Faith was fifteen starting as a sophomore in high school with a date already set to take her driver's test. Plus, with both of their parents working including their mother who worked her damn hardest to be a psychologist and their father currently a local banker, Doug was long since old enough to begin driving Faith around even before she started learning how to drive.

Doug himself was in good spirits too but was much calmer in his approach of showing it than his sassy younger sister. He though had to give her credit for her optimism.

The two got into Doug's truck then after turning on the engine, Doug plugged in his phone then started the navigation.

"This should be an interesting move," said Faith, propping her foot on the dash. "And I can't wait for this scary story."

Doug, who had already since driving, noticed the teen's dirty sneaker on the dash then frowned.

"Faith, take your foot off the dash," he said sternly.

It wasn't out of a "don't get the dash dirty" manner, it was out of a safety concern. Faith rolled her eyes amusedly as she took her foot off of the dash while Doug kept his focus on the road in front of him.

— — — —

Doug had been driving for a while and just through a quick glimpse at his phone for the navigation, he noted that he was about thirty minutes away from the new house. Unfortunately, traffic decided to cause a bit of a delay, but Doug's incredible patience was well put into use. He rarely was ever annoyed, even when Faith attempted to annoy him in the journey, he wasn't phased in the way she hoped he would be. He though had to give her credit for trying.

He wasn't so much annoyed as he was more so a bit anxious, yet he wasn't sure why. His mind was racing with thoughts on how Faith could possibly react to the scary story. Either Faith would play it off or she'd be frightened in her own way. Without thinking, he began drumming his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously as the traffic continued to stroll forward.

Faith, who had been scrolling through her phone, noticed the action from her brother as a sign that he was feeling somewhat apprehensive. The closeness the two developed even in their earliest years made them quick to notice signs that even their parents overlooked. Faith knew Doug was generally the more cautious of the two and watching him drum his fingers on the steering wheel told her that something seemed to trouble him.

"What's up?" she wondered.

"The scary story," he answered with a slight quiver in his voice. "I'm just wondering how you'd react to it. It scared me for sure, but I think I'm worrying for you."

Faith gave him a pat on the shoulder comfortingly.

"I'll be fine, hunky dork," she said. "Besides, we're lucky we're not bitching about the move."

She saw the young man in question relax a little then nodded in agreement. Internally though, she wondered what the scary story entailed, but she figured that she'd be ready for her mother to tell her. In general, she found a keen interest in scary stories, partially so that she could laugh at some stupid decisions that characters made. She was keenly interested in horror things partially for the exact reason.

"Despite that," began Doug suddenly. "I'm allowed to worry for you. You're my little sister."

The black-haired teen was about to reply when the two noticed a car in front of them quickly switch lines with its bumper appearing inches away from the truck. Doug tensed up with shock while Faith rolled down her window then stuck her head out.

"Clown ass!" she shouted. "Watch yourself!"

The brown-haired young man nudged her on the shoulder to bring her head back in the truck. She did so to see his eyes widen with shock.

"Faith, what the hell was that?" he said. "I mean, I know you're looking out for me, and I know you have your driver's test in a few days but that's not really necessary."

"Consider it a unique way of showing disgust at shit drivers," laughed Faith, nudging her brother on the shoulder. "Besides, you're not too keen with showing that, so it's my turn to do that."

Doug shook his head, though he was slightly amused by Faith's callout. He had to credit her; she was more foul-mouthed than he was even though she was five years younger than him.

The two siblings continued to chat away during the remaining course of their journey.