DISCLAIMER: don't own characters, except for Christyne and her family.
Enjoy, R&R.
PrologueA mysterious man named Edward dressed in black stared out of the hole in ceiling that looked out over the entire city. Often he longed to venture down there, but what would people think of this creature with blades for hands? Certainly not accepted in the real world. That's why he had his own world, inside and abandoned mansion atop a hill.
The city was always silent. So when he heard a rumbling noise, he heard it clearly. A moving truck was winding down the streets and stopped in front of a house with a 'for sale' sign up. The door of the truck opened to reveal a family of four. First, the father came out then the mother, son, and last but not least a young lady, no doubt the daughter.
Edward watched her. Although he couldn't make out the details, he could see her long brown hair flowing in the wind. She was beautiful, young, and he had never seen her before. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw her look up at her. But he couldn't trust his imagination.
At first, Edward smiled at seeing her, then looking down at his "hands", he frowned, for who could love a man with no hands?
One
"Are we there, yet?" Christyne said from the back seat of the moving truck, "Brian won't stop poking me!"
"Brian," her mother said, "Stop poking your sister!"
"It's the only fun thing to do."
Christyne scoffed and looked out the window; "I hope I like it here."
"You will, honey. I promise," her father reassured her.
All the houses look the same. Christyne thought, sighing. This place may be better than our dull apartment, but still. It seems crazy. Me…moving? I'm sure going to miss Gwen and Angie. I'm sure I'll make new friends. I'm glad I broke up with Garrett; he would have followed me here, if I didn't.
"We're here!"
The house was boring, a lawn, a driveway, one-story. It was painted a pale blue.
"This is it?" Christyne asked, to make sure that this wasn't one big mistake.
"It's lovely!" her mother said.
Christyne looked around a bit more. She wasn't a picky person; she just knew what she liked. And she didn't like this house, but she wasn't going to tell her parents. Her father had searched forever to find a new house close to his new work. This wasn't a time for being choosy.
Maybe it will get better. Maybe not…
Her long brown hair was flowing in the wind. "Is it always this windy here?"
"Help us unpack, Chrissy." Her father said.
Suddenly something caught her eye in the distance. On tope of a hill was a black house that looked abandoned. Weeds and vines covered most of the entrance gate. It was weird to her, seeing a dark hill in the middle of this bright suburb area.
"What's up there?" she asked to no one in particular.
Brian responded, "It's haunted." Then he made a ghost noise.
"Shut up, dweeb. Help Mom and Dad with the unpacking."
Still looking up at the house, she thought she saw someone. But she couldn't trust her imagination. And with that, she looked away, forgetting about it.