Invisible

Chapter 1: The Move

It was a dark night, me, my sister, and my mom were in the car driving to our new house. My name is Alexia. Anyways, we turned a corner and into the driveway of our new house. This was at least the fifth time we moved and that's because we spend at least two years or so, in one city, before our dad tracks us down, and then we move to another. I'm 14 by the way. I liked the new house we were moving to because I finally get my own room, and because this was our last move, that was because this city is in a different country, where our dad can't find us. Once my mom parked the car, we got out and grabbed our sleeping bags because our furniture would arrive the next day. Mom opened the door and a chill went down my spine, I mean I wasn't scared of ghosts or anything, but this house was built back in the 1990's, and we are living in the 2060's, so the house is about 60-70 years old. I've been investigating this house ever since my mom showed me a picture of it from 1999. According to what I have found, back in the 2020's there was a murder here, and the only person to ever know who the murderer was, was the really old man that lived beside the house. He was questioned by the police but all he said was, "Never, ever go to the door."

After that I stopped searching about it. I mean what door could it be? There are many doors in the house, but which one? Anyway, we set up our sleeping bags, and ate the rest of the chips in the chip bag, and after what felt like forever I fell asleep.  The next day, I woke up and as I lay on my sleeping bag, I hear a noise, and of course my mom and my sister were out of the house. I just thought it's because the house is old, so I got up and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and then I ate my breakfast. 

I wanted to explore the rest of the house because all I have seen of it was the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. I decided to go upstairs first. The top floor had two narrow hallways with three rooms on either side. I walk through the hall on my right, and open the first bedroom door. To my surprise, it was fully furnished. There was a bed to the left, and two nightstands on either side. On the nightstands were small lamps, and on the one near the window there was an old clock. On the other end of the room there was a bookshelf, with old books, one of the books read; Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Sounds interesting, and after reading the first few pages, I did not like the book. Anyways, there are also other books like Harry Potter, Dork Diaries, Wonder, and many more. To the left of the bookshelf was a closet, which surprisingly had clothes in it. There was a weird looking shirt with a hood, some shirts were way too long to wear. I mean these are clothes back from the 2020's, they're obviously going to be weird. I walked out of the room and into the room next to it. This room shockingly looked the same as the room before, the same bed, nightstands, the bookshelf even had the same books from the one before, the closet had the same type of clothing, and the clock was frozen on the same time as the clock in the other room, 3:00 am. I walked out and explored the other rooms, to my surprise they were all the same, even the time on the clocks were the same. 

I walked downstairs, and grabbed my Tidal Wave 5, the best and newest piece of technology. I play the best, and most popular game, Cyberlight. Anyways, after a few hours, I decided to go to the basement, and explore it, since my mom and my sister still aren't back home yet. I walk towards the basement door, I open the door and turn on the light. I walk down the stairs, and to my surprise the basement is full of junk and other old stuff. The basement is huge, so I decide to walk to the right first. The first thing I see is a huge mirror, leaned against the wall. I wonder what life was like back then. To the left of the mirror was an old rocking chair, and on top of it was a chest, and since the chest was open, I looked inside to see a piece of paper. I unfold the paper, and see some gibberish, maybe an old person language. 

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̴̢̨̨͖͓͕̜̰̤͇̻̮̤̯̖͚̘̜̔̓̏͐͋̈̾́̐̂̌̐͗̍̀͐̾͒ͅͅh̴͕̔ȩ̸͙̜̺̤̪̻͊́̆̅̊͌̄̃͐͐̕͜͜͝ͅŕ̵̡̝̮̼̜̠̳̓́́̒͆͗̚͘ȩ̷̨̨̹̗͇̬̙͇̱̪̺͉͉̩̣̗̈́̾͋͋̿̈́̈́͗̋͒͗̍̊̎̑́̈́̏̄̃̏̀́̓̚͘͝.̴̡̢̧̛̤͇̦͈͚̲͚̭̼͇̎͋̐̉̓̉͆͛̑͂̂̉͋̀͝ ̷̧̛̭̫̟͕̜̲̈́̈̀̂̈́͆̾͒̈́̈́̉̿̎̏͐̇̌̀̀̅̆͐̌̕Ỹ̶̨̧̛̱̫̤̯͕̘̟͕̺͎̳͗̒͗̽̌̚̚͝ơ̵̡̡̢̨̝̦͖̣̘̼̥̖̜̝̟̦͍̤̼̼̝̤̖̦̞̪̱͂̂́̇̀̐̓̈͒̽̓̔̽͑̋͝ͅͅu̸̧͉̇̿ ̷̨̛̲͕̫͍̫̯̼̯̖͇̜̇̽͗̆̏̈́͋͋͐́̆̅̏͐͗͂͂̚͘̕͘͝͝ͅb̸̡̢͖̼̜̝͕͚̜̲̥̣̲̦͉͎̲̬͈̯̰͈̟͕͖͎̤̼̘̿̊̌͆̄̓̏͛̍͑͊̕͝e̵̜̓̔̋́̓͆͋͂͌̿͌̎̕͝t̶̡̛̲̺̫̳͎̯͙̰̥͈̼̬̳̥̮͉͙̥̯̭̻̟͈̓̕t̶̡̨̬̖͖̺͚̦̩͔̪͉̣̞͔͇̬̰͈̜͖͊̍̎͊̈́͘ͅḙ̵͖͍͙̤͗̂̈́̃͐̈́̽́́̉͋̈́͆̀̈́͠ͅr̷̨͔̠̲̹̖̠͙̬͖̜̭͇̥̯̒̿́̾̓̐̐͂̐͑̄͆̈͒̈́̔̽̂̓͐̈́̽̆̚͝͝ͅͅ ̴̨̛̳͍̬͊̿͂̅̈́̉̈́͐̍̈́̈́̓̓͐̋̅̈́͑̀́̑͠͝͝l̶̲͙̻͖̹̥̥͑̀̔͜ͅę̴̨̡̨̛̗̖̹͇͖̼͚̲̗̰̟͔̹̞̖͚̗̯̝̐̌̈́̎̍̓̅̉̔̆̊̌͊̈̍̑̽̀͒̚̚̕̕͘͘͜͜ă̴̛̝̑̿̑̓͐́̏̏̅͒͌̋̇͛͌̈́͊̚͝v̸̡̢̢̛̛̛̖̲͇̟̣̫̘̝̭̞̥̘̥̙͕͓̩͎͓̗͔̓̽͐͗̇̔̀̉̐͆͛̉̕͜ͅe̸̡̺̳̲͈̣̹̼̰̖̱̪͇̘͊̓́͊̈́̐̇̈́̽̿͌͛̈́̈́́͋̓̈́͝ ̶̡̧̢̻̣͙̖͍͔̬͈͚̓͆̍̈́̂̆̀̆͂́̂̓̔̓̇̅̿̈̍͛̀̕̚͠b̸̞̙̜̣̋͛̓͂̋̽̃͑̽́è̵̡̢̩̰̭͍͓̳̠̥͎̝̲̲͚̽͒̀̽͐͒̈́͗́̈͆̄̌͊͋͛̿̿́͊̒̊̈̕̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̶̗̲͆̓͜͝o̵̡̟̫̖̫̻̟͐͆̆̏̾͝r̶̢̡̧̛̲͎͉͓̯̘̖̤̪̯͗̅̈̔̅͑̌͛͌̀͑̆͑̐̎͂͋̊́̈̄͆͊͛̀͝͝͠ę̷̨̛̞̞͇̫̯̞͇̠͚̐͆͆͆͐̄̌̈́͑̋͐̚͘͘͠ 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̸̨̧̩͔͍̮̞͎̫̞͙̞͕̙͇̬̘̰̻̦̙̄̂̋͌̉͌̀̓͐̐̈͂̀̆͘͝ͅį̸̢̞̦̫͇̦̟̦̟̦͈͈̠̤̈́̃̈̈́̈́̋͗̏͛̋̾̏̄͐̊́͆̔̑̕͘͝͠͝n̸͕̯̟̱̳̙̖̣͓͖̯̙̒̐̀́́͒̍͒̽ ̸̧̭̥̳̘̪͓̬̩̥͓̽̎̽̓̀͑̓ç̵̢̻̱̜͎͔̼̠̙̹̳̱̦̮̣͖̠̰͖̆̈́́̈́̆̑͐̈̉̎̿̿̈́̈́̿̈́̏͗́̚̕̕̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅǒ̸̰̖͙͙̯̬̞̟̖̼̾̈͋̅͊̒̎̂͆̾̋̂͑̀̐͘̕͝͠͠m̶̨̡̢̡̛͓͎͍̫͇̜̦͙̥͚͍̗̻̼̥̙͓͍͉͉͉͓̓̉͒̎̓̃̾̏̅̂̽̄̋̿̈̆̾̊͒̒̏̌̎̍̐͘̚͜͝ṕ̸̧̘̦̱͉̯̰͉̟͙̬̖̞̦̹̲͛̋̆͐͊̈̓̍̾̈́́̓̈́͌̓̍̕͘͜͜͠ͅļ̴̛̰̭͕̤̣̱̳̀͑͛̋̐́̈̐̒̆͗̅͑̍̍̈́́̋́͋̈͆̈̎͘̚͝͝͠ḛ̷̡̺̑̔͛̽̾̉̀̈́̾̊̊͗̿̈́̎̇̾͐͘͠t̴̟̗̙͒̀͌̋̈́̿̑̅̀̆̇́͆̅͑̎̊́̈́̇͌͛̋̕͘͝ë̷̛̛͔͖̼̖̙͉̲̇̊̓͑́͛͌͗̈́͑̏͋̅͛̓̂̌̇̓̓͘̕͘̚͝͠l̸̢͍̙̗̗͍̯̠̻̱̬͓̞̪̤̰͙͖̦͍̑̊͜͝͠ͅy̸̧̛̖̥̜͖̰͎̦̯͍̱̋͌͋̀͐̃̓͋̌͐̐͌͑̔̽̊̾̿̓͆͑̊̋͆͘͘̕͘͜͜ͅ.̷̪̣͖̳̯̈́̋̇͑̇͗̈̓̀̾̈́̕̚͜͜.̷̛̭̘̻̏͗͌̎͗͗̍̓̃͐͒̎̈̃͗̽̐̾̉̍͋̅̚̕̚͝.̸̛̣̝̗̗͖̣͔̞́͌̋͐̋̍̋͒̓̉̋̓̍̕.̷̧̺͍̘̫̖͉̝̯̞̬̞͚̙͖̏̈̆̈́̍̕.̷͚̺̦̰̺̟̘̲͈̠̰̤͈̹̟̝̠̳̣͓͙̈̐̃̇̄̎̊͗͋̄͗̒̀̽́̕̚̕͘ͅ ̸̧̨̞̪̯̥̤̩̮̍̑̐̅̅̎̒̀͂̀͝͝͝ͅĮ̴̖̠̤̮͕͖̩̟̯̮͙̺͍̼̥̖͕̗̹̤͔̖̖̰̯̟͚͔̊̔̈́̒̾̓̚͝ͅṬ̷̨̰͔͙͐̌̇̿̎́͌̆̽͒̓͌͋̚͘͘͜͝ ̵̨̡̨̧̭̙̻͇̫̩̼̲͉̮̠̹̣̟̝̩̟̮̩̏̾̋͆̒̾̾̐̈́̍̿̾̌͐̕̚̚͘͜͠ͅͅͅͅͅW̶̧̨̢̡̛̥͎̺͚͉̳͕̻̟͉̯̘̬̰̠͕͙̒̊̈́̐̇̒͗̊̿̇̓̀͂̅̓̎͂̾͛͘̚͘̕͜͜͠͠͝I̶̡̨̛̲̬͎̱̪̱̯̪̟̮͉̩͍̖͎̬̞͕̠͐̈́̅̅͐͌̄̅́̂̀͋̆̅͐͑̊̋̋̓̇̔̒̕͘̚͠ͅL̴̥͖̙̫̻̻̙͎̘̪͍̑̋̈̏̊̇̿̇̎͗͆͂̐͛̚̕͜͜͠͠͠L̵̡̢̘̼̫̝̍̋̏̍͑͗̃̄̿̚̕ ̸̨̡̛͓̥̦̮̝̜̗̱̘̞̼̫̪̼̬̯͇̞̼̟͚͉̙͕͗̽̄̈͋͆́̀͒̍͐̕͘̕͜ͅB̴̡̤̪̝̼̱̲͖͙͕̮̗͚̙̖̞̮͓̔̆͒́͆͊̐͋́̔̍͋̅̓͝ͅẼ̸̢̢̡̢̛͎̫̲̤͚̫̠̫̦̼̬̭͔̙̖̖̟͙͍̰͊̔̍̎̈̉̔͒̌̈̋̕͝ͅ ̸̜̇̋̇̄́̈́̈́̃́͂̔̐̅̌̓̋̚͠T̵̛͇͍̦͉̐̌̌̑̂͒͑͑̐̋̏̀̇͂̔̃̅̾̑́̆͝͝ͅH̶̟̓̄̈́̆̀̅̾̀̎̅̑͋̍̆̒̓̄̊̔̕͠͝Ę̸̧̨̨̰̰͎̘̫̥̰̼̼͈̥̗̪̞̬̬̞͎͚͚̹̱̹̄̓͑̊́̏̌̊̃̄͌̂̀̓͊͊̏̐͌͋̌̑̐̈́͋̇́̕̚͜͜͠ ̸̨̠̦̗͉̪͛̎͌̿͒̒̃̏̓͒̀̋̒͆̓̊̓̌̓͐̋̐͑Ȩ̴̡̢̬̼̬̟̣̥͕̻͓̥̭̖̳̤͚͙͈̱̟͕̹̭͕̣̔͂̓̋͋̅̈́͠͝ͅN̷̢̞͇̱̬̥̫͈͍͇͙̥͇͓̘͍̺̹͎͎̣͇͙͑̎̏̋̃̓͌̐̔̿̆̀͝͠͠ͅD̷̛͍̼͖͔̺̮̙͚̹̩͓͔̗͈͇͈̱̩̠͖̙̪̟̕ͅ!̷̢̳̗̫̱̘̞͈͈̿̊̽̊͒͗͛̀̋̊͗̉̓͆͂̅̂͛̌̇͋͋́̚̕͘̕͝͝͝!̵̢̧̪̜̻̝̮͔͚̯͇̫͉̱̩̘͈̍͒̅

I put the piece of paper in my pocket, and walked towards the old wardrobe. I want to open the wardrobe, but it's locked up. There was nothing else on the right side of the basement, so I walked to the left. The left was packed, to one side was a lot of old video game consoles, and the other was a bunch of baby stuff. I go to the video game consoles first. Some of the names were, PlayStation, XBox, Wii, Nintendo, and more. I walked to the other side and looked at the baby stuff, not much to say about it. Then, in the corner of my eye, I catch a sudden glimpse of light. I turn around and see that one of the floor boards is cracked, and light is coming through it. I walk towards it, not knowing what will happen next. I grab one of the metal rods to the side, and try to pry the floor board off, and when I did, a huge wave of light come spewing out. I run back a few steps, and see a figure in the light. I walk closer, and suddenly the figure is saying something, saying something to me. I reach out with my hand, and the light fades away. 

I jump when I hear the door bell ring. I run up the stairs, close the light, and close the door. I go to the door to see my mom and my sister waiting for me to open the door. I unlock the door and open it. "It's about time! What took you so long? Maybe you should stop playing loud music in your headphones." Said Alexis, my sister.

"Well actually, I was exploring the house, and I found a lot of cool things." I say back.

"Well, maybe you could do that later. The movers are about to arrive." Said mom.

"That's funny, all the bedrooms upstairs are fully furnished." I say.

"Well, I can get the movers to move the stuff out." Mom says.

A few hours after, the movers arrive with our stuff. Mom told them to first take out the other furniture, so we can set up ours.  They moved out the other furniture, and moved ours in. They only took furniture from three rooms because we only had furniture for three rooms. Me and my sister set up our rooms, while mom cooked dinner. Before dinner, me and my sister tried to beat each other in Cyberlight, but of course I always win. Afterwards, we ate dinner and went to bed. Little did I know the next day would be a nightmare.....