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Eᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ Eʟᴇɴᴀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏғ Sʟᴇᴇᴘʏ Hᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. Oɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ᴛᴏʏs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs. Wʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏʏs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɪʀs. Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏʀᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɴᴅʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. Sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ sᴏᴏɴ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ 'Cᴀsᴘᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ Fʀᴇɪɴᴅʟʏ Gʜᴏsᴛ'.

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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

The lightning crashed as we pulled up to the house I was now suppose to call 'home'. It was creepy looking, seemed like one of those houses that would be in a horror movie then everyone dies. No, I can't think like that. I would just be even more afraid of the house. "Ok guys, we're here!" my dad said. Rolling my eyes I grabbed my back pack filled with my electronics, a book, and some snacks, and slung it over my shoulder walking into the house. The door let out a small creak as I opened the door, the basement steps right there, and next to it the steps going to up the first house level. A creepy doll was sitting on the stairs. Rolling my eyes I picked it up and tossed it in the trash, going to the room I claimed to be mine. It had a fair amount of space, big closet, my own small bathroom. I was fine with it. At least the wall's weren't that ugly white color. Hopefully we'd end up repainting the entire house. Setting my bag on the bed I sat down, the springs making that annoying noise. I was suppose to sleep on this? Hell no. The first thing we will buy for my room is a new bed. Ugh.

"So, Elena, anything you want to change about your room?" my mom said setting my clothes in the dresser as I handed them to her. "Uh, everything. Maybe we can move to a nicer house, nicer town." I muttered. My mom sighed and looked at me "Elena your father has to work here now and you know that. Why can't you just accept what we have?" Rolling my eyes I didn't answer, but instead asked "Can we just go to Ikea and get new furniture for my room? I at least want my space to be in my style." I said and sat down on the bed, the springs again making that noise. "Fine, whatever. If it would put you in a better mood. We'll go tomorrow after school. Okay?" Crossing my arms I threw my head back and growled. "Fine, but I'm sleeping on the couch tonight." I said grabbing my pajamas and walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Changing into my pajamas, I walked out of my room, finding a picture of my older brother on the wall. Sighing I walked down to the first level and jumped on the couch, flipping on the television and watching anything that was on. Nothing good. Great. Now for the stupid Discovery Channel. I hate this house, and I hate my new life. And school? Really? Ugh. Why can't I just be home schooled?! Oh right, cause mom's a teacher now. Stupid rules.

Blinking my eyes open I frowned. It was cold. Really cold. The time was 3:15 AM. Looking towards the stairs I frowned. The creepy doll was on the stairs again, it's glossy blue eyes looking at me. Rolling my eyes I lay back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Then I heard small footsteps and sat up, the doll was standing next the couch, the glossy eyes were staring at me, and they blinked. Letting out a scream I kicked the doll, sending it flying and watched as it hit the window and slammed onto the floor, it's head popping off. My mom ran down the stairs "Elena! Are you ok? What happened?" I nodded and gulped "Yeah, just a night mare." I lied. No it wasn't a night mare. It was real. I saw it happen with my own eyes. Great, now I live in a old, creepy, haunted house. What's new?

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