The Dead House!

~Ch 1 Welcome to the Dead house!~

I and Sam hated our new house. Although it was a big mansion but still the place, the weather and everything just felt very cold and odd... Dad said that we are not happy cause we recently just left our old house and old friends!

It was the ending of June but dead brown leaves blanketed the front yard. Our sneakers crunched over them as we trudged up the gravel driveway.
Tall weeds poked up everywhere through the dead leaves. Thick clumps of weeds had completely overgrown an old flower bed beside the front porch.
This house is creepy, I thought unhappily.
Sam must have been thinking the same thing. Looking up at the old house, we both groaned loudly.
Mr. Willingston, the friendly young man from the local real estate office, stopped near the front walk and turned around. "Everything okay?" he asked, staring first at Sam, then at me, with his crinkly blue eyes.
"Sam and Lily aren't happy about moving." Dad said moving towards the house over the crunchy leaves.
"It's hard for kids," my mother added, smiling at Mr. Willingston, her hands shoved into her jeans pockets as she continued up to the front door. "You know. Leaving all of their friends behind. Moving to a strange new place."
"Strange is right," Sam said, shaking his head. "This house is gross."
Mr. Willingston chuckled. "It's an old house, that's for sure," he said, patting Sam on the shoulder.
"It just needs some work, Sam," Dad said, smiling at Mr. Willingston . "No one has lived in it for a while, so it'll take some fixing up."
"Look how big it is," Mom added, smoothing back her straight black hair and smiling at Sam. "We'll have room for a den and maybe a rec room, too. You'd like that—wouldn't you, Lily?"
I shrugged. A cold breeze made me shiver. It was actually a beautiful, hot summer day. But the closer we got to the house, the colder I felt.
I guessed it was because of all the tall, old trees.
I was wearing a Blue sleeveless top and white shorts with white sneakers on actually I really liked getting dressed up. But now I was freezing. I thought, that maybe the house would be warmer!

"How old are they?" Asked Mr. Willingston as he stepped onto the front porch.
"Lily is 14 years old and Sam turned 13 last month." Mom answered.
"They look so much alike," Mr. Willingston told Mom.
I couldn't decide if that was a compliment or not. I guess it's true. Sam and I are
both tall and thin and have curly brown hair like Dad's, and dark brown eyes. Everyone says we have "serious" faces.
"I want to back home this place is creepy!!" Sam shouted. Actually once my brother made mind about something then he is not a person that can be easily convinced. He's a little spoiled. At least, I think so. Whenever he makes a big fuss about something, he usually gets his way.
We may look alike, but we're really not that similar. I'm a lot more patient than Sam is. A lot more sensible. Probably because I'm older and because I'm a girl.
Sam had hold of Dad's hand and was trying to pull him back to the car. "Let's go. Come on, Dad. Let's go."
I knew this was one time Josh wouldn't get his way. We were moving to this house. No doubt about it. And of course why not as its for free!! A website owned by Dad's great uncle, a man that we don't even know. He one day offered a house in Duskwood absolutely FREE on his website and Dad was one the luckiest person as he got the house, at least he thought so.
I'll never forget the look on Dad's face when he got the letter from the lawyer. He let out a loud whoop and began dancing around the living room. Josh and I thought he'd flipped or something. "My great-uncle Charles sold a house to us and the best part is that it's absolutely free!" Dad explained, reading and rereading the letter. "It's in a town called Duskwood."
"Huh?" Sam and I cried. "Where's Duskwood?"
Dad shrugged.
"I don't remember your Uncle Charles," Mom said, moving behind Dad to read
the letter over his shoulder.
"Neither do I," admitted Dad. "But he must've been a great guy! Wow! This
sounds like an incredible house!" He grabbed Mom's hands and began dancing happily with her across the living room.
Dad sure was excited. He'd been looking for an excuse to quit his boring office job and devote all of his time to his writing career. This house—absolutely free— would be just the excuse he needed.
And now, a week later, here we were in Duskwood, a four-hour drive from our home, seeing our new house for the first time. We hadn't even gone inside, and Sam was trying to drag Dad back to the car.
"Sam—stop pulling me," Dad snapped impatiently, trying to tug his hand out of Sam's grasp.
Dad glanced helplessly at Mr. Willingston . I could see that he was embarrassed by how Sam was carrying on. I decided maybe I could help.
"Let go, Sam," I said quietly, grabbing Sam by the shoulder. "We promised we'd give Duskwood a chance—remember?"
"I already gave it a chance," Sam whined, not letting go of Dad's hand. "This house is old and ugly and I hate it."
"You haven't even gone inside," Dad said angrily. "Yes. Let's go in," Mr. Willingston urged, staring at Sam. "I'm staying outside," Sam insisted.