That's the thing with life no one makes it out alive!

by imnotinsane13

Circe Mortiz has had a massive shift in her life. So much so that her dead dad's best friend decided to help her out by sort of permanently house sitting for them. It's a creaky, old house but better than living out of her car as she had been. How crazy will this new place be for her? Let's find out! Rated for later chapters. Mashup of Musical and Movie

1. Prologue

To set the stage a bit, there's a massive house in Northern Connecticut, it's mid Spring and a small, 'beater' of a car clutters up the driveway of a classic house on top of a hill…

A young woman exits the car, lugging a large backpack and a box labeled 'Circe's junk' in big, black letters. Her phone rings and she answers it with a smile. "Yes, Auntie Dee, I just arrived." The young woman reassures the person on the other end of the phone while tucking a strand of her long, black hair behind her ears, "Wow, you and Uncle Chuck really, uh… Yep! 'Enriched' is definitely the word I'm looking for!"

She laughs a bit awkwardly before continuing her phone call, "Yes, Auntie Dee, I'll make sure to cover all utilities and once again, thank you so much for letting me crash here… Yeah, that whole business with mom and James was just… insane." She listens and smiles a bit, "Yeah, thanks again for everything, I really appreciate all of it… Yeah, I love you too. And yes, if or when Lyds comes by, I'll make sure to send her your love. Okay, bye!"

"Oh! Just one more thing, my sweet Circe!" Delia calls out over the phone as Circe unlocks the front door, "Yes, Auntie Dee?"

"You might feel like the house has a… presence or two in it. All I'm going to say is just have an open mind and be polite, they're very nice beings!"

There's a pause from Circe, who shrugs and replies, "Alright, Love you, Aunt Delia! I'm gonna get settled in, alright?" She loudly smooches her cell before hanging up and sets her bag on a very dusty sofa, coughing a bit. "Good thing it's spring…" Circe murmurs as she unlocks and attempts to open the windows in the living-room.
"Of course, painted shut…" She grumbles as she heads to the kitchen to grab a knife to slit at the paint…

When she returns, though, the windows are open and the curtains gently flutter in the light breeze. "Didn't I…?" Circe shakes her head as she ties her wavy hair back into a bun, her dark eyes scanning the house.

"Aunt Dee must have gotten in my head with all that presence talk…" Circe shakes her head and she rolls up her sleeves to get to work on cleaning up the house, all while blaring Harry Belaphonte over her phone.

Little did she know, there were two pairs of ghostly eyes watching her work and whisper amongst themselves.

"Is that her, Adam? She looks so young."
"Looks like it, Barbara. Delia wasn't lying when she said that we'd like her."

Circe Mortiz; a 27 year old woman, with black, wavy hair, warm, copper skin and dark eyes was going to start off fresh in this small town. Her 'aunt' Delia (Her deceased father's best friend) and her husband were off to travel the world via Cruise Ship and not wanting to leave their home empty as their daughter, Lydia, went off to be a famous photographer, they offered it for Circe to live in after her world was rocked recently… But that's a story for another chapter.