Chapter 1:

There was a light cold wind that moved through the trees it was September, and the leaves were just turning their bright orange. The sun was out, but the fall wind made it seem colder then it looked. Cole huffed in his hand, rubbing them together to create friction to keep them warm. He was standing in front of a run down old house that loomed over him, and he was just right outside the gate. Overlooking It his blonde hair swished in the cold air that was beneath his hat, he placed his hands inside his brown jacket trying to keep them warm, and he placed his face almost burying it inside the scarf. He didn't know why or how, but there was a curtain evil that lingered through this house, it whispered to him sickling notes that he could only hear. It was puzzling, and he it wasn't long for Cole to walk back and forth from this house only to stop, and look at it, and be dangerously curious. He placed one leg in front, and was just about to walk to the front door when heard a voice calling him.

"Cole?" The voice rang out towards Cole making him stop in his tracks, and turning his head towards the person who said his name.

It was Rhys his friend, his only friend that he has ever had. His long black slick hair hiding under a brown knitted hat, black long jacket swished as he steps towards him, he had a turtle neck, black pants, and black shoes. His brown eyes stare at Cole as he approached him.

"Rhys." Was all Cole said, as he then looked at the house before him.

"What are you doing?" Rhys asked looking at Cole, and then looking at the house with him.

"There is something different, something wrong, the notes are wrong in this house." The boy paused as he then continues. "It pulls me in, wanting, needing me to come in, but why?"

"I know this house it's called The Murder House, or so the tales would say." He said looking at him, and then looking at the windchime made out of bones. "I don't want you going into that house do I make myself clear?" Rhys said sternly looking at him.

"Why Rhys?" Was all Cole asked not evening looking at him.

"Because we don't know this house it's considered trespassing, and you can go to jail for that.| Eyeing the house, he then smiles at Cole, and held out his hand. "Come on Cole, lets get going."

Cole didn't know what that meant, but he did know that he could sneak in. Without anyone knowing, he wouldn't get caught. No one ever catches him. Looking at the house once more, he then turned his head, and grabbed Rhys hand gently in his. But his eyes stared up at the glass of the abandon house, there was someone there, someone watching, and it made Cole uneasy. Something was there, he just needed to find out what. But for now he walked with Rhys down the sidewalk, as the figure in the window just watched them leave.

When they got back home, Cole placed his jacket on the coat hanger, and felt the warmness of the fireplace as they went into the family room. He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the fire that was blazing. Going over he then sat down, as a little Rabbit was there, wiggling his nose, Bunny his pet Rabbit. As he sat down, picked it up, and allowed it in his lap. There he petted it, as he felt himself get warm again by the fire. A gentle woman was inside a chair knitting away, the old lady was Wynne, and she was Rhys mother. He watched her closely sometimes, knitting away at hats, scarfs, and other. As Rhys came in Waynne's brown eyes looked up at him, as she then placed her knitting down for a second.

"Did you enjoy your walk?" The kind old lady asked, looking at Rhys, and then at Cole.

"Yes, I found Cole he wondered off again." Rhys said sighing as he flopped on the couch across from Wynne.

"You really should keep him in your sights more young man." Waynne scolded him, as she then went back to knitting.

"I know, but it's hard sometimes, he is a spirit sometimes he just disappears." Saying that in defeat, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

Cole was listening, but he held Bunny close to him. Leaning his back against the couch, as he held her close.

"It's not his fault, I went back to the house." Cole admitted not looking up as he pets the rabbit.

"What is with you, and that bloody damn house?" A more English voice rang through the family room, as he looks up to find Sera the elf walking in.

Sera walked into the room, flopping down on the couch with a huff, and putting her feet up. As she taps away on her phone while drinking some beer. Cole didn't know what Sera would be doing on the phone, but he didn't really care.

"I don't know, there is something there, something that isn't right with that house, it whispers to me, wanting me, in more, and more." Words weren't really Cole's strong point, and you could tell.

"Ugh, Rhys translation please." Sera said in a groan, as she looked at Rhys from her phone.

"It means Sera that there is something wrong with that house, something evil is in that house, and I'm curious about the house too." Rhys explained as he looks out the window.

"Why would you be interested in a dirty, old, abandon house it doesn't make any sense, you guys are wired." The elf said sipping another sip of her beer.

"This one is different Sera." Cole pipped up.

"I really don't care Creepy now stop talking to me." She warned giving Cole a very dangerous, cold stare.

That made Cole just sink down in defeat, there was no way he was going to get hit today, she already did hit him. So he just looked at Bunny, and sighs. Getting up he walks over the window, sitting down on the chair that was near a chess bored, he then looks out the window. Rain just started pattering down on the window, as it was clearly getting dark. Maybe he was right, or maybe he could visit it.