~Ghost Boy~

Chapter 1

Tom leaned against the window of his grandma's van, scowling at the houses they passed. All the houses were lined up perfectly, with perfectly cut lawns.

Tom instantly knew he wouldn't fit in, because he was anything but perfect. His light brown hair stuck straight up, and refused to ever fall like normal hair. His eyes weren't really eyes. They were more like big, empty, black voids stuck into his head. And there was nothing he could do to change it. Trust me, he's tried everything.

"Are we almost there?" Tom asked, leaning back in his seat. He was starting to feel sick after looking at all the nice places.

"Almost," his grandmother said from the front seat, flicking the turning light on, the annoying click-click-click seeming louder than it was. Tom huffed. Adult's 'almost there' weren't even close to teenager's. He put his earphones in and flipped through his phone, clicking open a random music app and putting on one of his favourite playlists.

Closing his eyes, he let the music take up all his focus. Better the music than his thoughts.

-_-_-Later-_-_-

Tom was jerked out of his own little world when he saw the front doors open, his two grandparents getting out and walking to- was that the house? Tom was in awe for a moment. It was a huge, three story house, and it looked more like a hotel than anything. He pulled the earphones out of his ears, opening the door and walking up in between his grandparents, "is this the house we're moving into..?"

"Yep. It's nice, isn't it?" His grandpa hummed, wrapping an arm around Tom's shoulders.

"It's strangely nice, not gonna lie," Tom grumbled, just loud enough for his grandpa to hear.

"Well try to keep your judgements to yourself.. Your grandmother chose it," he hummed, leaning in closer to Tom as he spoke. Tom gave a small chuckle.

His grandparents were probably the most classic grandparents you could find. His grandma wore light florals, and his grandfather wore plaid of any colour. They were his father's parents, so they didn't suffer with the eyeless issue.

They soon made it to the front door of the huge house, and Tom noticed something. "Uh... where are all the other houses..?" he asked, turning to look around, his grandpa's arm dropping from around him.

"Well the land is quite big, so we're on the outskirts of town," his grandma responded, shuffling through her large purse for a few seconds before pulling out an old-styled key. She stepped forwards, pushing the key into the keyhole.

After hearing the 'click,' she pushed open the door. When the tree had gotten in, Tom found himself in awe once again. The entryway was huge. There was enough room for all of them to be on each other's shoulders, and still barely be able to touch the last crystal on the chandelier.

"Wow," Tom murmured, slowly walking forwards. The floor was covered in a century's worth of dust, but when Tom raised his foot he saw the handsome hardwood floor.

"Pretty nice, isn't it Tom?" His grandma hummed, "Why don't you go find which room you want?"

Tom turned and looked at her with his eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Oh yeah. There's lots to choose from," she hummed, motioning for Tom to go forwards and find his room.

Tom couldn't hide the smile on his face.

He jogged to the steps, then started to move up them happily. Once he'd reached the top, he looked around. Most of the doors he could see were closed, but he saw a few sets of stairs to his left, so that's where he went.

Once he was up those, he was met with a dark hallway. After a bit of trying to squint through the dark, he gave up and just pulled out his phone. Turning on the flashlight, he started forwards into the dark. Suddenly there was a clunk behind him. Tom jumped about a foot in the air, whipping around to see what had caused the sound.

There was nobody there.

Hesitantly, Tom turned and continued down the hall, looking back every now and then.

Most of the doors down the hall were closed, but there was one that hung open at the end of the hallway. Tom went over, but before he stepped in, he stopped. A chill had just gone down his spine for apparently no reason. With a small gulp, he stepped into the room. He turned, in a small circle, taking in his surroundings.

The walls were a light red, but the wallpaper was peeling a bit in the corner. The walls looked surprisingly good for how old the rest of the building looked.

There was a dresser in the corner, beside a bare mattress just resting on the floor.

Then Tom noticed something odd- there was no dust on anything in here. It was probably the cleanest place in the house. A part of Tom knew that it probably wasn't a good thing that everything was clean, but he shrugged it off and peeked his head out the door, "I found my room!!"