A small six year old girl, with white hair, and yellow eyes, named Daisy, lived in a nice home with a loving family. Her father was an engineer, her mother an artist, and her brother helped take care of his sister when his mother or father left home. Daisy was more of an open, honest, and emotional girl. She mostly stayed outside during the day in her backyard. She always found an interest in picking flowers, mostly the flower she was named after, The Daisy.
One day after school, she ran to her father standing outside the front, waiting for her. "Dad! Dad!" She yelled as she jumped into her father's arms, as a low chuckle came from her father, she looked up into his eyes. He'd give her a small smile as he placed her down. "How was school?" He'd ask, as he grabbed her hand walking her to their car. She'd jump in excitement showing him a drawing she made, "I made a drawing of flowers!" She'd say, tugging his shirt as she ran to the car in excitement.
They entered the car, she sat in the back, her father got into the front to start the car. As it started she looked down at her drawing. They drove for about five minutes before arriving home, "You okay Daisy?" Her father asked calmly, "Yeah dad! I'm great!" She'd say hoping out the car to her brother at the door waiting for her. She ran into her brother's arms, as he hugged her, he looked up to his father, and smiled. "Where's mom?" She'd ask, her brother looked down at her warm bright yellow eyes, "She's in the house, painting a new 'AmAzInG aRt PiEcE'" He quoted his mothers words, as he waved his hands like he was painting something. She smiled running in the house.
She finally made it to her mother's room, her brother was right, she was making a new art piece. She'd hug her mother, making her slightly look behind her. "Ah, there you are my little flower!" She'd say turning around to hug Daisy. Daisy smiled picking up her drawing and showing it to her mother. She'd look down at the art smiling, "It's amazing! Soon you'll grow up to be an artist just like me!" Daisy jumped in excitement at the statement, she always wanted to be an artist just like her mother.
"I'm going to pick flowers outside!" She'd say as, her mother kissed her forehead. Soon she ran outside to see a lot of flowers all around. She picked up some before placing them in a basket, she picked another one getting startled at seeing worms on it. She was terrified of bugs and insects, she jumped back. She'd run inside out of intense fear, once she made it inside she calmed her nerves.
She closed the door behind herself walking to her parent's room to show them the flowers she got so far, trying to ignore the worm incident. She knocked on her parent's door, not getting an answer, she tried again, still no answer. Before she could knock again, the door opened. She walked in noticing how dark it was in the room. "Mom? Dad? Brother?" She called walking more into the room, she flicked the light switch, it didn't work. She soon got worried, she tried going back, but the door was locked behind her.
"Mom?! Dad?! This isn't funny anymore!" She yelled into the room, her head left light as she stared into the dark room. She heard noises coming from more into the dark-void like room. She walked closer to the sounds, as she left something grab her right ankle. She yelped yanked her leg back, she looked down noticing something like a flower's vine was grabbing her leg. The vine tugged on her leg as she tried to pull the opposite way to the door. Although, she was only a six year old girl, the vine was stronger and it yanked her leg. She hit the hard wooded floor, she yelped again, her head left dizzy, she felt like she was gonna faint. But she stayed up, she tried to stand up before the vine tugged again, throwing her down on the hard wooden floor. "MOM! DAD! BROTHER!!!" She yelled into the darkness. She tried to hold on the a crack in the floor, but as she was tugged she felt the wood break and flew into her face. She winced in pain as there was a large scar across her face. The vine that held onto her leg pulled again, and again. She clawed at the floor until she couldn't hold on anymore. She lost her grip, the vine pulled her into the darkness of the room. All that was left was a faint scream that stopped a couple of minutes later.
The house stayed quiet for 2 months, nobody entered the house, and nobody left it. All the people who lived nearby had been curious of why the house had become abandoned. Nobody saw them leaving the house for anything. Their cars were still in the driveway, and the lights still worked. The people who lived right beside them went to their house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. Again he knocked on the door, still nothing. He gave up. Still worried, he called the police. They checked the house, and there was nothing, no bodies, no sign of any damage, it was the same.. just nobody was there. They left the house just saying, "Sir, you might as well put the house up for sale, they left the keys in there and they are nowhere to be seen." The largest of the police officers said will a slight grumble. The neighbor looked a bit disappointed, he was good friends with the parents that lived there. But, if they weren't anywhere to be seen, he might as well. Soon, it got bought, by a family of four. A father, mother, sister, and their son. They lived happily there, not knowing of the real events that happened in that home before they arrived there..
(This is the first story I wrote, I hope you liked it, I created it when I was six, so the storyline isn't as good as others. Thank you for reading, and have a good day/night!)
