The house was not what the McGee's had expected.

It was big, but it was falling apart, the paint was peeling, the windows while unbroken were filthy, the wood looked like it needed to be replaced.

Sharon, the mother looked behind her and saw the prestige house, it stood there taunting her, They could have lived there.

She turned to the two men in her life.

Pete was looking just as disappointed as she was, however the moment he noticed she was looking at him, He put on a smile, as if to say it might not be the best but at least they were together, Sharon couldn't help but smile back.

Darryl had a look of acceptance on his face, like the other homes they had moved into, like this would be a part of their life for a moment, and then they'd move on, she fought back the guilt the look made her feel.

She was going to complain to the real estate agents about this.

"Well," said Pete, "At least it's a roof over our heads."

Sharon smiled at her husband's attempt to see the bright side, it was one of the many things she loved about him.

However, as if to spite him, a roof tile fell from the roof and shattered on the ground.

"No for long." said Darryl.

Sharon sighed, "Let's just get inside," she said picking up a box full of memories.

Inside the house wasn't better, Wallpaper needed to be replaced, the whole house was dusty and well she could hear something in the basement crawling around, probably a raccoon, not that big of a deal, the McGee's had dealt with bigger rodents during their moves.

"I'll do the kitchen." said Pete, picking up a box of knives and utensils.

"I'll call my room." said Darryl, picking up his box and rushing upstairs.

Sharon rolled her eyes at her son's laziness, she knew she should be tougher on him but well he was her only son.

She walked to the Living room and started to unpack the family pictures, she couldn't help but admire each of them.

Some ofm the pictures contained her mother, others were of Pete and his large family, Despite how they treated him she kept the pictures around.

Then there were the individual pictures, og the three of them, Her and Pete's graduation, then marriage, Darryl as a baby, Darryl's first time in court, all happy memories.

After a few minutes there were only two picture frames left.

She picked up the first one, It was a family picture of her, Pete and Darryl, photographed last year, they were standing in front of a new house, which they had left after three months due to Pete's job.

Despite that she still loved it, a hopeful time when all of them had hope that this was to be their foreer home.

She placed it on the windowsill, turning back to the box she pulled out the other picture. It was of a sleeping baby, wrapped up in a pink sheet.

Sharon looked at it with a heavy heart and closed her eyes.

Had it been thirteen years already?

She always told people who asked her, that she had moved on, Despite that there was something about seeing the picture that made Sharon think the sad question.

What if?

Like always she placed the picture of the baby next to the rest of the family, it was a symbolic gesture to the lost child, but it still meant something to Sharon.

All of a sudden she felt a chill like the room had gotten colder. She felt that something was next to her.

That's when she heard the voice.

"Get Out."

It was a whisper full of menace and cruelty, she turned to look where it had come from but no one was there.

She stood there for a few seconds, breathing in and out, she closed her eyes she needed to relax.

"No Stay please."

She jumped, another voice, this one sounded sweet. She turned around yet again.

Again she saw no one.

"Don't listen to her," said the first voice, "leave now."

"No, listen to me, stay forever if you want, my name's…"

"Stop it, You're ruining everything." snapped the second voice.

"And you're ruining these people's nice home."

"It's our home, not theirs and…"

Sharon quickly walked away from the argument between the two invisible people and exited the room.

She stood in the hall for a few seconds while she wondered what was going on in that room, she swallowed her fear and then walked back into the living room.

It was silent.

Sharon sighed, Clearly packing and moving away had messed with her a little, She continued unpacking, praying that she wasn't going mad.

…

First thing Darryl did when he got upstairs was to find the biggest room and claim it for himself.

He knew that his parents would agree, they usually went for a smaller room which was always a plus for him, It was one of the many benefits of being an only child, they gave him a lot of leeway.

After a minute of looking Darryl found his new room, it was big and like the rest of the house was dusty, in this condition he might be lucky and find a spider's nest.

There was only one piece of furniture in the room a bookcase, a large gothic looking thing, not really his style, but he could still use it.

Putting his box down on the floor he ripped off the tape sealing it and opened it.

What he saw filled his heart with dread.

On top was a cute plush unicorn.

Darryl cringed, Mr Twinkleshot, his old cuddly toy.

He had tried to leave it behind, but his parents must have found it and packed it away.

Deciding to ignore his old toy, he picked up his electric boy handheld and turned it on.

After five minutes of packing he heard a knock on his new door.

"Darryl" his mother said from the other side, "You better be unpacking."

He sighed and turned off his handheld, putting it down he looked in the box again.

Mr Twinkleshot was missing.

Darryl leaned out and looked around the room.

He turned around to see the plush unicorn laying beside him.

Darryl looked at if for a second and then picked the toy up, It must have fallen out by mistake, he placed it back in the box again.

Getting back to unpacking he picked up his Atomic Pink Mangwa, he carried them over to the bookcase, he then stepped back to see how they looked.

That's when he saw Mr. Twinkleshot on the shelf above.

Darryl let out a yelp and jumped back, was this toy possessed?

He picked up Mr. Twinkleshot and threw him into the corner. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Whatever was going on here had to have some sort of explanation.

"You just keep getting ignored," said a sweet voice.

Darryl opened his eyes and looked around the room.

No one was there.

"Don't worry I'll put you somewhere you can be safe." The voice continued.

Darryl stood there and watched as Mr. Twinkleshot rose from the floor and flew to the top shelf of the bookcase.

"There, all safe now."

Darryl stood there with his mouth open at what had just happened, That's when he felt a chill came over him.

"Don't do that again not all of us are lucky to have cute toys you know," said the voice which had taken on a stern tone..

Darryl didn't argue with the voice, he just ran to the bathroom to hide and think about what just happened.

…

Pete was in the kitchen putting plates away, looking around the kitchen he had to admit it was hard to stay optimistic in this place, a part of him felt he had disappointed his family yet again.

He knew they would accept it but still, Sharon and Darryl deserve better.

As he slowly started to put away the cutlery he didn't notice a plate start to hover behind him, it floated there for just a second before move slightly higher out of his view.

Pete turned back again to start to pick up some whisks, The plate lowered for a brief moment before rising again just as Pete turned back to the draw.

The plate then lowered itself back into the box, as if an invisible man had lost interest in it.

That's when the knife floated up.

All of a sudden it was jerked to the left, out the way of Pete's body. Before being jerked back to the right, this went on for a few seconds like the invisible man was debating whether to stab Pete.

Just as Pete was to turn around again the knife flew up embedding itself in the ceiling.

Pete didn't see any of this, unaware that his life might be in danger, for him, it was just the mundane task of unpacking.

That's when all the cupboards in the kitchen slammed.

Pete jumped back clutching his chest, it took him a few seconds to write it off as the action of the wind, looking around the kitchen everything seem fine, until he looked up and noticed the knife.

"What the?"

The knife fell from the ceiling handle fist and clattered to the floor, Pete jumped again and looked around, maybe it was just the wind again.

From the small slit made by the knife a centipede fell onto Pete's nose.

The following screaming caused something to laugh.

….

Dinner time was odd for the McGee's that evening, none of them mentioned the odd events to each other, each wanting to believe it was just them struggling to get used to a new home, like the pervous ones it had been stressful.

They were currently eating Rice and Chicken, The McGee's had yet to go shopping, so the dinner would have to bare bones, they could hear the sound of wind from outside.

"So… What does everyone think of the new house?" said Pete.

"Well it's a fixer upper," said Sharon, "I have a few ideas for some improvements."

"Is one of those improvements burning the place down and starting anew?" said Darryl.

Sharon gave her son an aside glance smiling, "Ha ha."

She would have to admit that Darryl for all of his faults was always a good sport about moving, he just accepted it, mostly because a new town meant a new start for him.

"Did anyone notice anything strange about the house?" asked Sharon.

Pete looked at her worried, "Odd like what?" he said.

"like someone's having a conversation but no one's there?""

The two men looked at her oddly, Sharon only laughed, "It was probably the wind."

"Yeah like what happened to me earlier, before the…" Pete shuddered, "Centipede attack."

"What happened?" asked Darryl,

"Oh, the Cupboards slammed."

"Really all of them?" asked Sharon.

"Yeah… That and the knife was in the ceiling."

Both of Pete's Loved one's looked at him shocked.

"I don't think a knife can be picked up by the wind," said Darryl," or lift a plush unicorn."

"What did you say?" Said Sharon.

Darryl then explained what happened with the unicorn and the admonishing voice, at the end his parents looked at him concerned.

"Okay, there's something wrong with this place, I'm talking to the realtor tomorrow."

The wind made an odd noise that sounded very much like the word "Booyah"

"Hold on a second homey, maybe we should just give it a few more days." Said Pete.

The wind made another sound, this time sounding like "In your face."

All of a sudden the light bulb went out.

Sharon sighed of course this house would have faulty power, she was about to stand when she felt the chair move out from underneath her, she fell to the floor, hearing Darryl and Pete cries she could tell the same was happening to them.

She rushed over to Pete and helped him up, "Darryl, are you okay?"

The sound of the door knob turning has her only answer, "It won't open." Cried Darryl.

Sharon was about to respond when she felt something small hit her, then something meaty hit her face, her eyes growing use to the darkness could see it was the chicken.

"What's happening," wailed Pete.

"You have trespassed into my home." Said a deep voice.

All of a sudden a hand erupted from the table, it was blue and long with rotten fingernails, it was followed by another hand.

A blue head rose from the table's surface, the thing's face had black eyes, a large nose and a wicked smile on it's face, Sharon felt Pete hold on to her followed by Darryl.

Sharon held on to them tightly, trying to keep them safe but hoping she wouldn't die of fright.

"If you wish to live you will-"

The family would never know what he was going to say because at that moment something yellow smashed into the blue thing, it went flying into the wall and somehow splashed against it.

Sharon turned to look at the yellow thing, hovering where the blue monster had been.

It had black eyes, but seemed to look more human than the other ghost she had medium length hair, however the main thing that separated her from the other ghost was the fact that she looked… nice, the best way Sharon could describe her was a blob like.

"Don't listen to him," said Yellow in a sweet voice, "You're welcome to stay as long as you want, We'll just be your ghost roomies."

The McGee's looked at the yellow thing, the discovery that ghosts were real seemed to have vanished upon seeing a terrifying ghost just get smacked aside by another ghost who was now asking for them to stay.

Darryl was the first to say something.

"What?"

"Oh, Sorry, I for got to stay please," said the yellow ghost embarassed, "Please can you stay?."

The McGee's were about to say so a thing when a nasal voice came from the blue stain on the wall.

"Do not listen to her, Get out."

The stain peeled itself off the wall and reformed itself into a blue blob, it was no longer the apparition from before, instead it's appearance was more fat than the other ghost, the nose stayed the same, there was a well-worn scowl on its face.

"No listen to me, if you guys stay I'll help out with whatever you want, turning on lights."

Yellow clicked her fingers and the lights turned back on, the family could see that there rice and chicken dinner were levitating in the air.

"Cleaning up."

The rice and chicken floated up and piled themselves on the plates.

"And that's not all, I can do dishes, babysit, clean floors what ever you want I'll-"

All of a sudden the blue ghost flew at her and carried her upstairs., After a few seconds the yellow ghost head peered back, "we'll be right back stay there for a few minutes," she said before it peered back.

The McGee's stood there looking confused.

"What the F-" Sharon started to say before Pete fainted.