It's been FOREVER since I've been on fanfic, but I felt the urge to continue this story because I can actually see it going somewhere. Hope you enjoy. OH P.s. I got sick of writing in second person, so now it's in first person. Just an FYI.

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That night, once my family and I returned to the hotel, the sun was just waning behind the trees. The hotel was just as drabby as all the rest of the buildings with creaky floorboards and foggy windows. It left trying to get to sleep a real chore. So I found myself cuddled up in the lobby with a blanket, it turned out that the lobby was like a mini library, only better. It had couches, chairs, a fireplace and five ceiling high bookcases filled with books. They of course were old and battered with the leather peeling off and the pages had turned yellow and brittle. This was just the way I loved them.

I surprisingly found one that turned out to be a fiction book written by an author that she'd never heard of before, probably someone local. It started out with a huge family feud in a small seaport village but then it spun into an adventure rouge pirates. I made a mental note to add that onto my favorites list. I finally closed the cover when the sun began to shine through the window showing the dust floating through the room.

"Ms may I help you?" I glanced up towards the reception desk to find the small old grounds keeper.

"Oh no I was just browsing through your books." I replied.

"We have quite a selection don't we?" He said, while he rounded the desk and limped his way over to me. "A big city slicker came here once and asked if I would sell the whole bundle for a half a million dollars. Of course I said no, never would sell these."

I got up from the armchair where she was sitting, "No these could be enjoyed a bunch more than in an old dusty library where they would just be ignored."

"Yes exactly." He smiled, showing loss of teeth but it made his eyes crinkle at the corners in only a way age can show. Right when I was going to say something the smile slid off his face and was replaced by scared realization.

I instantly backed up, frightened by the sudden mood change in this old man. While he continued to stare at her with fear in his eyes, he too backed up and began to make his way back behind the desk.

"Rachel!"

I jumped, what was it with people scaring me? I turned to see my mother in her morning robe waiting in the hallway.

"Didn't you hear me?" She asked.

"No sorry, what did you say?"

She looked astounded, "I asked if you were going to come upstairs and use the shower, because your father wants to get an early start."

"Oh, yeah I'll be right up."

She gave me another puzzled look, shook her head and left back down the hallway. I then followed her and made sure to keep my eyes ahead and away from the man standing behind the counter. While I walked I couldn't help feel disturbed about the steady stare burning in the back of my neck which easily made goose bumps spread like wild fire.

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If it wasn't for the beautiful day I would have been contemplating the strange event of the morning all day long but luckily the amazing garden we went to left me completely joyful. Of course it was my mother's idea; she felt we needed a change of pace; meaning she couldn't stand the boring, dust ridden museums anymore. I didn't mind that change of pace, not just because I was tired of staring at things in glass cases but because the whole town of Sleepy Hollow was getting under my skin.

"Rachel, isn't this just the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" My mother exclaimed, sneaking up behind me once again. I am beginning to wonder if she enjoys doing that. "It's been giving me ideas for our backyard. OH NO, Mary would just love this whole theme it fits in perfectly with her new cabin at the lake."

I rolled my eyes; her and her landscape has to be the most ridiculous thing. My parents have to be the most obsessed people on earth, their obsessed with their jobs, the house, our town and of course me. I've always wanted a sibling to take their obsessive nature off of me, but that is a little too late, sadly.

My mother pranced away to go gawk at a blooming bush, but it wasn't long before my father slumped up to me. "Hello dear." He grumbled.

"Hi Dad, having fun?" I asked sarcastically.

He just stared at me, obviously not amused. "Do you think she would notice if I snuck back into town?" He asked, a little too excitedly.

"Umm, Dad are you seriously asking me that question?" I stared at him, the least he could do is stay with mom for one thing.

He caught my drift and slumped off back where he came from. I one the other head was soaking up the sun on a grassy slope next to a rose bush, which immediately made me, think of Romeo and Juliet. 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…'

I began running over my favorite scene, which was the balcony scene, and was in a place of bliss. With the aroma of roses and birds singing in the tree just above me, I wanted to start singing along, but I thought twice about letting loose my singing voice.

Right when I was laughing at myself, I felt a shadow stretch over me…

Who's standing over Rachel? What was the old man so frightened about? Find out in the next chapter! BUT I won't write a new chapter unless you review, haha you thought you had it easy. Just kidding.