"Where moving". Why did my mum always have to say that in such a cheerful voice. It's like saying "yay were leaving all the friends we have and our entire life behind for the fifth time in as many months".
"Where are we going this time mum"? I could hear the eye role in my own voice that's how bad it was.
"it's a place called raven grove I think".
Oh, yea right, I should probably explain what's actually going on. My names Sylvia Blackwillow, I live with my mum, Mya Redcliff. We have different surnames because you could say she's "rather social". I'm only 14 and in that time she's been married 3 times and had more boyfriends than I can count, sometimes more than one at a time, 5 at one stage, no idea who my father actually is. It seems like every time she finds her next one they live in another town so without asking if they even want she just goes there, been thrown out a few times.
It's not without its benefits though. Since she's always busy so I pretty much get to do whatever I want and she doesn't even know, and sometimes one of her boyfriends is absolutely loaded meaning I get a pocket money boost and I get some cool stuff. Only a few months ago she was dating some rich playboy, within a week I had a ps5. Damn I love that thing, who needs friends or lovers when you got 120fps of pure awesome with 8 zen 2 cores running at 3.5ghz each equipped with hyperthreading. Search it, it's awesome.
It's not like I could do anything about having to move again, at least it was easy though. Since we where always moving we never got the chance to unpack so it was just a matter of putting the boxes in the car and well leave. I did a quick internet search on raven grove, came up with a few dumpy looking novels, some nerd groups (all of which I joined), what appeared to be a cult of some kind, then I came across some old newspaper articles from the 70s.
Raven grove was an old mining town with only a few houses, right in the middle of a swamp, pretty ordinary looking, old buildings, old looking people, not age old, more like they just stepped out of the Victorian era. What really caught my eye though was the fact they all carried swords, axes, maces, all sorts of medieval weaponry, my kinda people. I than turned my attention to the article itself. It was detailing a series of murders, 25 over 2 weeks, each more brutal than the last, than they just stopped, just like that, nobody could find any links between the victims and no one found the killer. Very verry interesting, this might actually be fun. I quickly checked my watch than went to bed.
The next day we packed and left. After about two hours of driving I started to notice some interesting changes, it was getting darker as if the sun was setting, I checked my watch, 10:47am, strange. The next thing I noticed was the ravens, they were everywhere, big black things, you never realise how big they are until you see them in real life, almost as big as a turkey. The foliage on all the plants was also incredibly thick.
After about another hour we arrived at raven grove. The whole place smelt of graves, I could see them everywhere, so few people but so many graves. As we drove through the town people kept peering at us. As we pulled up at our new house I saw an old man standing in the mud out the back. As I got out he just seemed to disappear, like he didn't walk away or anything, just disappeared, no sound, no footprints. Weird.
After we finished unpacking I went out back to investigate, looking for any sign of the old guy that was back here before. Nothing, as if he was never there, and trust me I used every tracking technique I knew. Yea it's a weird hobby but I'm into that kinda stuff, survival skills and such. This was confusing, it's impossible to leave no marks whatsoever. I headed back inside and up to my room to finish unpacking what I needed such as my computer and bedding.
By the time I had finished throwing my bed together and then digging a few fibre optics out of the box to finish setting up my rig. Made it myself over the years, got more computing power than Nasa, takes up half the space in my room though. I quickly logged on and skimmed the servers for anything interesting that had happened in the online world, a few extremist rants, some interesting propaganda, a few bigfoot sightings, U.F.O. sightings, ya know, the usual. I made a quick post about the old guy and not being able to track him, almost instantly I got a reply from an account just titled "././././.". I opened it up, it was just a gif of some puppet running around yelling "leave", just some psycho I thought. After that I spent a bit of time messaging some friends, just about life, the weather, that kinda thing, nothing important. Then we played some games, hunted a few hackers, then headed to the kitchen for dinner.
