As the door opened, a musty smell emerged from the entry way. Floral wallpaper filled the house, the lights were dim, if not broken, and the windows were cracked. The house had its problems, but was not half as bad as his old apartment. Dean unloaded the moving truck which pulled up as the cab drove off. He unpacked the essentials and thought he'd call it a day.
Each step creaked, getting louder each time, as Dean walked upstairs to his room. He took off his socks and got into bed.
Chills spread throughout Dean's body. He sat up, feeling a cool breeze against him. Looking around the dark to, he noticed the curtains blowing wildly. He groaned and stumbled to the window. About to lock the window shut, something caught Dean's eye. On the porch of the house, was a black figure starring blankly at the front door. Dean was about to say something when I creak in the hall drew his attention. He looked back out the window to find the shadowed figure starring up to the window.
Dean promptly closed the curtains and went downstairs, creaks getting louder each time. He opened the front door to question the person, but was greeted with nothing but the empty gravel driveway and the dark forest shadows. He closed the door and went to bed.
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Molly
RandomDean McCloud was more than ready to pack his bags and leave the city for the country side. His new house had its problems, but were not nearly as bad as he thought. After learning about the houses past, who knows how long he'll stay in his new pride...
