Thanks for all the reviews. J I have so many ideas for this story and I didn't know which one to pick so I did 'iny, mini, miny, mo' (I don't know if that is how you spell but o well) haha...so I hope this idea works. All the main characters, teen wise, will be in this story. If they don't show up in this chapter they will later on when I need them to be.

Chapter One- Welcome to Tree Hill

"Welcome to Tree Hill, North Carolina"

Looking out the car window Haley grimaced at reading the sign when they entered the city limits. She couldn't believe her parents were making her move. Who cares about some stupid old case or inheritance her dad had to help with. Why did they need to come all the way to the other side of the country for something like that? Couldn't these people get a lawyer who currently lived in Tree Hill?

A few days earlier…

Seventeen year old Haley James thought her life was over. School was out for the summer and she was excited to spend the summer vacation reading all her new books. She couldn't wait to sit on the beach and read a good novel during the middle of the day. Planning it to be a perfect summer by reading two or three different books each week. When she arrived at her simple, white, two story home in California she found a moving truck in the driveway and her parents packing their things in a rush.

"Mom what's going on?" asked Haley getting mad and stomping to find where her mom was.

"Oh honey, Dad got a phone call this morning from an old friend and we need to head back to his hometown for the summer." said Lydia James from the dining room packing her china closest.

"Ugh. Well can't I just stay here in Cali then? I'm sure Aunt Camilla would let me stay with her since it's only going to be the summer. Why does dad even need to go back to his hometown? Doesn't he have a murder trial case thing he needs to do here? Plus I want to spend the summer with my friend's mama. Wait. Mom? Why are you packing our china? " asked Haley as she stood in the middle of the dining room.

Her father has a good reputation being a successful lawyer. Jim James was a good man with a good heart, and would do anything to help out his family and friends. Haley was used traveling a lot with her parents because her dad was always willing to help friends in need of a lawyer. It didn't matter where they were, he would always help. Lydia James was a very spontaneous woman and was always moving. She couldn't sit still for the life of her. She loved to have fun and bring people over for lunch or dinner. Haley was quite the opposite.

"Well honey, your father doesn't know how long we'll be gone for sure. And since it is your father's hometown we wanted to spend a lot of time catching up with his family too while were there. Were still talking about it but we think you should finish your senior year at Tree Hill High School." said her mother.

All Haley could do was just stare at her mom in shock. She couldn't leave California. Her whole life was here. She knew where her place was in school, who her friends were, and she always went to school here in California. No matter where her father decided to take her or her mother, Haley would always show up in time for school in California. And now they decided that they want her to finish school at Tree Hill, it's her senior year.

"What? I'm sorry mom I think I heard you wrong." said Haley shaking her honey blond hair and her big brown eyes getting wider by the second.

"Lydia are you almost finished packing? The rest of the movers will get the stuff for us later. Haley go and pack up most of your things. Were leaving tonight." said Mr. James as he saw the two in the dining room. He couldn't wait to head back to Tree Hill, North Carolina. His best friend's family needed a lawyer to help settle some inheritance and something being mentioned about opening up a closed murder case. The only closed case that Jim could think of was the Davis-Roe Case. But the case has been closed for a good half a century that he knew of, maybe longer. He didn't know why they were opening up now. Jim thought Penelope Davis committed suicide after Eugene chose Elizabeth over her, but what does he know. There were a few different stories about what happened. Nobody knows for sure what happened. Whatever it was he would help out the best he could, his friend would give him all the details once he arrived in Tree Hill in a few days.

"But, but..." began Haley not knowing what to do and her eyes filling up with tears.

"No buts Haley. Were moving and maybe for good. Your mother and I are getting kind of tired by this big city. Plus our family is there and they all could watch you graduate instead of flying all the way out here." said Jim smiling at his youngest daughter. And that was it.

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Now here we are.

"It's so…green." muttered Haley as she looked at all the trees and grass. They drove by a park where a basketball court was and a group of guys were playing ball. Not my type and they wouldn't even give me a second glance.

The next few minutes went by fast and soon she was standing in front of a big beautiful beach house. The beach house was two stories, painted a faint yellow color and had a big walk around porch. It came with a backyard that led to the beach and looking around it seemed to be a really private house.

"Wow." was the only word she could get out of her mouth. This might not be so bad after all. Especially since the beach was only a few steps away.

"Yea," said her father, "it has been abandoned for years, only recently did the family decide to fix it up a little. I rented it for the summer from them because I've always wanted to see in the inside and it's not so creepy looking now." Jim chuckled as he began walking up the steps to open the door.

"What do you mean it's been abandoned for years?" asked Haley looking around as she caught a movement from the corner of her eye but didn't see anything or anyone. She shrugged as she began climbing up the stairs as well.

"Well…it's haunted." said Jim as he walked inside with Lydia leaving Haley outside scared.

"Haunted," she whispered as she soon felt cold and shivered even though it was a hot day. "I hate scary stuff. I don't even read scary stuff or watch scary stuff," Haley said out loud to herself as she picked up her bag and looked around once again before heading inside. Why did he have to pick a freaking haunted house? It doesn't look haunted, it's actually quite pretty but there's something different about this house. Gah, well I wonder why its haunted, thought Haley.

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Lucas Scott was reading his Steinbeck book quietly and peacefully on the beach until somebody threw a bucket of water on him. Thankfully his book didn't get wet and he turned around quickly to grab the person.

Peyton Sawyer tried to outrun the blond haired boy but was unsuccessful.

"Lucas!" she cried out as she fell into the sand next to him.

"Serves you right." smiled Lucas as he picked up his book again and looked at his friend. She was pretty girl with long legs and curly blond hair. They only became good friends during his sophomore year when joined the basketball team and she was a cheerleader. He liked her a lot because she was different than most girls and didn't get into the whole scene of trying to be most popular. Though he only liked her as a friend.

"Whatever. Anyways did hear that a new family moved into that haunted beach house? I found out today when my dad said something about because he helped put the finishing touches on it early this morning." said Peyton as she looked behind her into the direction of the big beach house. She saw moving trucks and people already moving furniture and stuff in quickly.

"Yea." said Lucas not looking up as he continued reading his book.

"How did you know?" asked Peyton. It was a big deal for somebody to move into the beach house. Only one person has lived in that house and it has been abandoned for years. A few weeks ago there were rumors that the family who owned the beach house was fixing it up.

"Family friend." replied Lucas looking up as Peyton shifted to stand up.

"Family friend? Hmm…Well I got to go. I promised my dad I would fix dinner tonight and I still haven't decided what I want to fix so I'm going by the grocery store. Do you wanna come?" asked Peyton looking at Lucas. She silently prayed that he would.

"No thanks. Have fun cooking." said Lucas as he turned back to his book and didn't glance up at her. Peyton frowned a little and then shrugged and told him that she would see him tomorrow or call him later tonight.

An hour later Lucas finally decided to head back home since the sun was setting. Reading certainly made time fly by fast. Stretching he looked towards the Roe beach house. The beach house has always fascinated him. When he was a kid he always sneak in and it was really easy to do so because nobody has even bothered with it for a long time. He'll admit it is creepy because each time he entered the house he would feel like somebody was watching him but nobody was there. But reading on the beach by the Roe house always made him feel peaceful. He felt like he had to guard the house and he hated the idea of a family moving into it.

Lucas turned around but he could feel eyes watching him and he quickly turned around looking in every direction but there was nobody. He finally looked up at the back window of the beach house and he swore that is where he felt somebody was watching him but like usual no one was there.

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It was sunset and Haley decided to take a quick trip to the beach. She went to her new bedroom and quickly put on her one-piece bathing suit. When she looked out her window towards the beach she saw a blond haired boy walking away with a book in his hand.

A minute later Haley emerged out of the beach house where her family and some of the movers were still trying to sort out where to put stuff.

She felt warm again. In the house it was cold. Haley began getting closer to the water until she felt like somebody was watching her and turned around only to be pushed. She screamed.

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Brooke Davis grunted has she tripped. The heels on her brand new red stilettos broke. Great, she mumbled.

"Grr….why do guys have to be such jerks!?!" she yelled. She just left her date on Lover's Lane by the beach. It was a great make out spot; her first kiss was stolen there too, by Lucas Scott a long time ago.

Her date, Damien, was trying to put his hands down her pants and she wouldn't have any of it so she punched him. Sure Brooke was known from coming from a rich family with good looks and was known as the ditzy cheerleader, but she was no slut. There were a lot of people who thought that but they didn't know her. She was actually kind of strong too and she held her ground, giving her more confidence.

The wind began to pick up and her dark brown hair flew loosely around her. Brooke wished she didn't forget her cell phone back home. But she did so here she was walking home.

Brooke hated walking on the road by the beach houses. Sure they were pretty and her family owned one but it always gave her the creeps for some reason. As she continued walking mumbling incoherent words to herself she noticed that a family moved into the old Roe beach house.

"I would so not live there." said Brooke as she stopped to look at the house which had all the lights on and was fixed up nicely over the past couple weeks. "It's haunted. Eww...ah eh. No way. No sir. Nope." said Brooke shaking her head looking at the house and thinking about living in it.

"I'd rather die than live in some old creepy haunted house." laughed Brooke as she continued on her long walk back home.

Brooke didn't have many close friends. She wondered if there was someone her age living in that beach house. It would be fun for the summer to have a new friend.

Out of no where Brooke heard a scream coming down from the beach. Probably just some kids messing around, thought Brooke. But curiosity got the best of her and she decided to check it out. Running unevenly towards the beach as fast as she could, she tripped once again.

"Stupid red stilettos."

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I hope you liked. J Ask any questions. Constructive criticism is welcomed too. I kinda pushed this chapter along faster than I thought I would. If you don't get the idea or anything I'll send ya a message if need be and try to tell you what is going on with this story. Of course I won't give away the plot but yea…