Chapter 1: The Move
"Sure you wanna buy that house?"
The woman who questioned him - Courtney, he remembered - eyed him suspiciously.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" Cody asked. The two were standing outside a house slightly on the edge of a small town, next to the woods. It was of relatively good size, a bit small, but still good.
"Because," Courtney said, with an air of impatience and superiority in her voice, "I was a C.I.T. when I was younger, so I know things."
"No one cares about C.I.T.s anymore, Courtney," Cody sighed.
She glared. "Whatever. But haven't you ever heard the town legend?"
"What legend?"
"Idiot," she muttered. Raising her voice, she added, "A year ago, on the third of December, a 23-year old man named Noah was murdered here. They say his ghost still haunts the house, ready to-"
"A ghost legend? Ah, I don't care about those," Cody said plainly. "I don't believe in ghosts. And," he said, with a mischievous gleam in his eye, "surely a former C.I.T. wouldn't either."
"Well- you've got an awful lot of nerve, you know!" Courtney fumed. "Thinking about mocking me-"
"I'll take it," Cody interrupted. Courtney stopped her rant and blinked.
"You're buying the house?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Why not?"
"Well.. okay." As he didn't seem to care about being haunted, and because she worked real-estate and would get some money, she let their little argument slide and sold him the house. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? she thought.
Cody opened the door to his brand new home. It was a major improvement from his measly college dorm. He unpacked his stuff and began to set everything up.
A small gust of wind blew by him, and he shivered and looked around. But... all the windows were closed. But- how can that be? he thought. He shrugged and continued to unpack.
He finished a few hours later, close to 7 o'clock. Remembering that he had no food with him for dinner, Cody drove to the grocery to get some. After buying his food, he noted to himself that the townspeople were very neighborly and well-intended, but the legends flying around were crazy! It seemed like a town of monsters or something, Cody thought, after listening to a man go on and on about how he could've sworn he saw Slender Man. He took his bags to his car and was just getting in when he felt another cold breeze go by him. It's probably just the winter wind again, he thought calmly, and drove off without any further interruptions...
...That is, until he got home. He could still feel mysterious wind flowing in the house, and try as he might, he could not keep on admitting to himself that the house was drafty, as he made sure every opening was sealed shut.
He ate his dinner in silence, trying to ignore the cold. When he looked up he could've sworn he saw a silvery figure in the chair across from him but he blinked and it was gone. Fed up with all the strange paranormal junk going on, Cody shouted, "What do you want?"
The wind became fierce, and blew in a sort of miniature cyclone. He could slightly make out the figure in there, but as soon as it came, it was gone. Cody stared at the other end of the table for a really long time, then cleared the table of his dishes and went into the living room with his laptop.
Quick as a flash, he turned it on and went straight to Facebook, and his Gmail. He had to admit to himself, he was a huge geek for computers. But checking the two former tabs, he groaned in dismay. Sierra was at it again.
For the past couple weeks - no, months - the crazed blogger has been stalking every profile of every account he had, covering them with comments like, "CODY, U R SOOOO CUTE! I CAN'T WAIT TO GET MARRIED!1!" and "CODY, I LUV U SO MUCH! WANNA COME TO MY HOUSE 6:00?" Every time he'd have to shield his eyes from all the caps lock and politely explain to her that he wasn't interested - Not that it ever gets through her thick skull, Cody thought bitterly. But nonetheless, he typed his plea for her to leave him alone for another time. And that's when it happened.
As soon as the clock struck nine, the small cyclone he had seen earlier had reappeared, along with the figure. Cody attempted to hide back a scream, only to have it hurtle out of him. It was a ghostly pale figure, with a slightly blue tone. It had longish dark hair, a shirt with first another shirt and a sweater vest over it, and a cool, calculating gaze.
"Wha- what are you?!" Cody gasped.
"The correct pronoun is who," the ghost snapped. "And, what are you doing on my couch?"
"I-I-" Cody was dumbstruck.
"Speaking of which, scoot over, will ya?" the ghost said as it casually floated toward the couch and sat after Cody scooted.
"B-but- this is impossible! There are no ghosts!" he stammered.
It merely shrugged. "There were no germs, and then someone caught the flu."
"So she was right..." Cody whispered to himself.
"Of course she was right; she was a C.I.T.," said the ghost.
Cody glared.
A/N: Chapter uno, woo! I can't believe it, I mean two reviews, two follows, and two favorites on the prologue, on the first day! Like, WOW, thank you! I haven't been this successful since, well, never! But thank you all, and chapter 2 will be up soon!
