Pricilla sighed and collapsed onto the couch; her and her husband had just finished pushing into the house, and that was the last of it. It was a long day of work with litteral blood, sweat, and tears going into the hard work of becoming settled in their new home of the woods. Steve shut the garage door and joined his wife on the couch sighing from exhaustion.

The house looked too cluttered for Pricilla's taste, the king sized bed was sitting at the bottom of the stairs and on top of it is the twin's beds. There were boxes stacked all along the walls of the living room, kitchen, and her office. She didn't even want to mention all the toys that Marcia had taken out of their toybox already. However, as messy as the house was, Pricilla was too exhausted to move one inch off the couch; her husband was already passed out on the couch. "Steve has a good idea of relaxing," She mumbled to herself "The girls wont't mind if we both take a few hour nap, it's only noon, and the girls know where the lunch bag is if they get hungry. I just hope I wake up in time to run to the store and get us some dinner." She began to drift off, getting comfortable on the couch next to her husband.

Marcia wanted to tell her Mother and Father about what she and Layla saw, but Layla told her not to tell. "Why can't I tell Mommy and Daddy, Layla? That stranger man was standing in our yard looking into our rooms. I know there were some other guys that were helping Mommy and Daddy unpack stuff from the big white van, but he looked nothing like them."

"Just don't tell Mommy and Daddy. He didn't seem too bad. If he was really a bad man, he probably would have done something to us as soon as we saw him." Layla whisper-shouted, hoping her parents weren't listening in. She diverted her gaze to her door and went to close it. Marcia huffed with aggitation, Gosh Layla, sometimes I think your really dumb, she yelled at herself. She watched her sister close the door.

Walking back to the window, Layla looked outside to see if the man was still there; he wasn't. "Marcia, hes gone!" she nearly screamed at her sister. Pressing her face up to the glass, in hopes to see him in the thick trees or something.

"Well good. He gave me the creeps. I still think we should tell Mommy and Daddy, Layla. I think it would be the smart idea." Marcia stated, looking away from the window and back at the door.

"What ever." her twin simply stated, walking away from the window and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.
I really hope he doesn't come back, he looked like trouble, and he was really scary, Marcia thought as she continued to unpack her stuff.