Chapter 1
Kagome Niskalm inspected her new room rather suspiciously. It looked weird, since all the walls were made of glass. The former owner of this elegant house had been very happy to get rid of it. Her mother had noticed the man's anxiety, and had quickly asked if there was anything wrong with the house. Did the roof leak? Was the bedrock supporting the house stable? No, replied the man, but it's haunted. Mom had merely smiled at the time, but now that kagome looked at it, it did look like the type of place to be haunted. Nonsense, she told herself.
"There are no such things as ghosts. Calm down!" Turning around in the driver's seat of the car, her mom looked her in the eye and whispered, "kagome, everything will be all right."
"No, it won't!"
"Yes, it will."
"Why did we have to move?"
"Because."
"Because what!" kagome practically yelled. But her mother had stayed silent for the rest of the drive to their new home.
The man must have been crazy to sell the house at such a low price, kagome thought. He could have gotten a lot more money for it than that! After all, it is completely made of glass. But I guess it was a good thing, since we couldn't have afforded it otherwise. Oh no! Kagome realized gloomily. I'm starting to sound like Dad, who was always the businessman. Kagome blinked fast, as her eyes got blurry. You will not cry! she silently commanded herself. Dad died a year ago and you're still crying about it! Get over it.
Her Mom had once told her that she was too hard on herself. "It's okay to cry sometimes you know," she had whispered to her at the funeral where she had stayed shy and dry-eyed. And she had cried once, right after the death. But that had been before she had decided to be strong, and not be a crybaby. At least, that's what she said.
All of a sudden, the room went pitch black, startling her out of her thoughts. Blinking, she waited in the dark until her eyes adjusted. Then, she noticed two things. First of all, she noticed that the house was silent. There was no noise of painting or construction, the consequence of giving the occupants of the house a little privacy from the embarrassing transparent walls. This really frightened her. Even when the workers were on break, there was some noise. Now, it was completely silent, and seemed menacing.
Then she realized that she had been wrong. There was a noise. Slow, heavy footsteps walked down the hallway toward her room.
Ok this story not going to have any bad language