Heather awoke to a bright sun shining on her through her bedroom window. She looked at the clock. 6:45 AM. "Damn daylight savings time." Heather muttered to herself. She tried for several minutes to fall back asleep but couldn't. Feeling defeated, she went to her closet and pulled out a black dress. It went down to just above her knee and had ½ inch straps. She pulled off her nightgown and pulled the dress over her head. She grabbed a pair of socks and her green converse shoes and padded down the hall. She peeked into her mom's room. They were gone. Obviously working. Mom already had a job working in Frank's new hardware store and Frank, well he owned the store.
Heather walked towards the kitchen and shuddered as the cold floor against her feet sent a chill up her spine. She wasn't all that hungry, especially when she saw the big stack of "waffles" Frank had made. Neither Frank nor mom were good cooks. "Might as well pick up some Ego-Waffles if I'm gonna eat anything today." Heather said aloud to the empty, open house. She pulled on her socks and shoes and headed for the door. She left the door unlocked and looked around at the ugly blocks of pinks, greens, yellows, and blues. She then saw the mansion she'd seen the night before. She knew where the town was. She had been there many times helping mom and Frank set up shop, before they actually moved here. The mansion looked so creepy and dangerous, and yet it was so luring. "I just want to take a peek." Heather decided. She headed off to the large, dark, mansion on the hill.
When she arrived she wasn't surprised to see a very dusty and over grown front courtyard. But a glimmer of light shone above her. There seemed to be a type of garden up on the second-floor roof. She confidently walked up the large steps and pushed open the door. She let out a low "Ohhh," when she saw the inside. The inside was quite dusty and smelled like rotten wood. Most likely the floor. "I'd better be careful," Heather thought. Suddenly there was a strange padding sound coming from above Heather, as if someone were walking. "Hello?" Heather called out. "Is...is some there?!" She half-called half-begged. She was frightened, but still she wanted to go on. She had to see what that light was. She scolded herself for being such a wuss and headed triumphantly towards the stairs and up them. When she reached the second floor landing she looked around in awe. There were large ice statues, all perfectly carved down the last detail. They were beautiful. Just Beautiful. She saw a door leading out and saw that it led out to where the light was. She hurried quickly towards it and stopped the second she reached it. "Oh my goodness!" Heather cried out. It was the most up-kept garden she had ever seen, but also the most unusual. There were more hedge-shapes, similar to the ones in her neighborhood. Heather heard another padding sound, closer this time and behind her. She spun around in surprise. She saw someone. A dark figure standing in the shadows with wild, tangly hair. "Uhh...I-Ididn't mean to disturb you-"she said but she cut herself off when the figure moved towards her. As it came into the light she realized it was a man. A man with shears for hands.
