Prologue

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Author's Note: Please do take note that I changed the age of Jeahna.

May 16, 2015

The Arcturus family was busy preparing their things for moving. Recently, Mark Arcturus, the father of Jeahna, has bought a new house for them to move in. At first, they didn't agree. But in the end, everything went in the will of Mark. Yet, one of them was still unsatisfied.

Being the youngest among the 3 siblings, Jeahna grew to be really stubborn. Even at adolescence, she remains to have the mind of a child. Her elder siblings, Janice and Justin, always have to calm her down from doing anything rebellious, but they still loved her the way she was.

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Charity Arcturus, their mother, was calling out the names of her children, "Justin, Janice, Jeahna! Hurry up, your father is waiting for is." Janice, the eldest at 18, was the first one to respond to her mother's request. "One moment, mother!" Justin immediately ran down the large staircase bringing his luggage, which wasn't that much.

Charity raised an eyebrow at her son, showing confusion. "Is that all, Justin?" The brown-haired boy just nodded to answer. Soon after, Janice ran out of her room. She dragging a gray trolley and another hand-held bag. "Jeahna!" Justin called out. "Wait! I'm still putting away my laptop," was the youngest sibling's answer.

She came out after 5 minutes bringing a violet trolley and a slightly large backpack. "What's in the backpack, Jeahna?" Janice asked. The younger one rolled her eyes before answering 'politely', "Stuff." Charity snapped at her impolite daughter and muttered a few words. "Manners, Jeahna."

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After a long and boring car ride in their dark gray, Janice's favourite colour, Montero Sport, the Arcturus family arrived at their new house. The moving truck wasn't that far behind them either. Mark started to guide the movers as the rest of the family started grabbing their bags.

Their new house wasn't bad at all. The only thing that was discouraging Jeahna is the odd atmosphere that surrounds the house. With all the horror stories that she has read, this was not normal. And yet, fear never got the chance to build up. Who knew a stubborn music lover, a quiet bookworm, and an active athlete can last a day in such a place?

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