Heree we go again!

No warnings this time. Just setting up for the plot & such. Sorry if it bores you... it will get better, promise!

Disclaimer: I don't own spiderwick stuff but I would like too. :D


"Bah! Where is that god-forsaking house?!"

Rose Spiderwick drove through the small town, desperately searching for her aunts old house. Why her relatives decided to move into that old death trap was beyond her comprehension. That place had always given her the creeps when she was a kid. There was something wrong there, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Now, granted, she had only been to the old family estate a handful of times throughout her childhood, but every time Rose was there, she could feel eyes on her.

But she pushed her superstitions away and ventured forth to visit her family, specifically Mallory. She hadn't seen Mal in ages, not since she was fifteen, about six years ago. Mal had always looked up to her older cousin, despite her obvious flaws;

1)She had quite a temper.

2)She wasn't exactly saintly. (She had given Mallory her first drink after all.)

3)She had a very dirty mouth, that Jared liked very much to imitate. And lastly,

4)She promoted odd hobbies to her fellow cousins. ('Mallory, who gave you that sword?!')

But, alas, the girls loved each other and another visit was well overdo. "If only I could remember where it is!"

After driving for about ten more minuets, Rose decided to stop and ask for directions, something she discovered a while back men were incapable of doing. She slowed and pulled her small Alero into the store parking lot and turned the key back, shutting off the engine. Climbing out of the car, she tried to make herself look a little more presentable, although not much could be done with sweatpants, a t-shirt, and dirty two-day old hair from driving for about forever. Frowning at her appearance, she walked to the door wile grumbling. This was so dumb. Why couldn't she remember where the place was? Its not like she could have missed the creepy, old estate.

The convenient store door opened, greeting her with a dying ding-dong noise that made her stifle a giggle. The place was dimly lit and looked like it could use a good cleaning. It looked like it was built in the late 70's and hadn't been touched since then. She shuddered. The interior designer in her wanted to renovate... or at least grab a mop and bucket. She made her way over to the counter after grabbing a water bottle so she didn't look to much like a tourist or something, only asking for directions. The cashier must have been in her late 40's and looked like she really didn't want to be there. But, when Rose approached the counter and set her bottle of water down, the woman smiled politely and rang it up, making small-talk.

"How are you today, miss?"

"Oh I'm fine. How are you?"

"Good, good, that'll be $1.08." The cashier took her money and handed her change. "You have a good rest of the day, miss."

"I will, thank you. Um, say, do you know where the old Spiderwick Estate is?"

The cashier stiffened. She seemed a little uncomforted by the question. Her smile hardened and the wrinkles on her over-tanned forehead furrowed slightly. "What business you got going to that place?" the woman said in a lower tone than before. She was eyeing Rose suspiciously, which made said Rose squirm a little.

"My relatives just recently moved in there. I'm just going to be visiting for a few days... Why?"

The woman mulled over her answer for a few seconds (which felt like an eternity to Rose,) the softened her face a little. "You go to the end of this street and make a right. Go down Mitchell Ave three or four blocks or so and take a left. The house is on its own road. There isn't a sign, but you can't miss the big grey gates in front." As soon as she finished her hasty directions, the woman abruptly turned from her and scurried back to a room behind the counter, presumably an employee's lounge or something or that nature, leaving Rose standing alone on the other side.

"Uhh... Thanks?" Rose turned and headed for the sun-stained door. "That was weird," she mumbled under her breath. She walked on the cracked sidewalk to her car and opened the door, sliding in. It wasn't long before she was headed down the road to the old Spiderwick Estate. But something was nagging in the back of her head.

That lady hadn't answered her other question.

Why?


The Grace family ran up and down stairs, in and out of rooms. The house was almost back to normal, if not even better. All it looked like was that they had a few minor renovations. No goblins every rampaged though the flooring. Mulgarath had never chased Jared up onto the roof, mangling it in the process. Everything was almost done and it felt nice. It felt so nice to look around and see a working, organized home. Maybe having the house back together would return a sense of normalcy to the family.

"I hate you!"

Or not.

"Why are you acting like this?!"

The twins were at it ye again. Helen sighed in frustration. They had been doing this alot lately and it bothered her. Weren't twins supposed to be close? Closer than normal siblings? It looked like their differences were slowly tearing them apart at the seams, more and more.

"I can't believe how ridiculous you are acting!"

"Oh come on, Simon. Stop being so whiny."

"No! I won't stop! What happened to you? You've been acting like this ever since... e-ever since dad told you he wasn't coming back!"

Simon was greeted with a punch to the face.

"Take it back." Jared seethed dangerously. Simon simply stared at his brother in shock, holding his slowly bruising cheek in his hands. Tears started to flow down from his eyes. "I said take it back..."

"What did you do?!" Mallory cried. "Oh Simon, come here." She extended her arms to her younger brother but he didn't budge.

Not untill he ran past them, through the living room, dodging his mother, out the front door. He ran as fast as his legs would take him. Away from this house. Away from his twin. Away from everything that wanted to ruin his life!


Oook. Chappy 2 up. I've got up to chapter 4 written, but still have to type it all... and I don't have alot of spare time.

Chap 3 tomorrow?

We'll see. R&R! Don't let the review monster get me!