Chapter 3

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Ash's P.O.V.

"Wake up already!" I heard someone shout in the distance.

"Shut up Bree she must not be feeling well." Christopher said.

"Well your argument isn't helping me either." I said sitting up and swishing my blackish red hair off my forehead.

"Sorry about that." Christopher said.

I examined the room around me. The walls were painted cream white and there were no chips in the paint. The room I was in was bigger than Lilly's and mine out together.

"Who's room is this?" I asked Bree.

"It's yours." She replied. "All of our rooms are about this size which I think is pretty sweet. Too bad we will be moving soon before school starts again." She sighed.

"But I heard mom and dad say the next place we are going to is going to be our house for years. They told me the address and while Ash was passed out sleeping. I found out it was once a very famous house because of the famous family. Awhile ago there was an accident with the residence who lived there so they cut the price of the house in half! We were truly lucky we got it in the first place so be happy Bree!"

"Don't tell me when to be happy. Anyways what accident happened that made the old residence pack their bags and leave in the first place?" She asked.

"Don't worry it wasn't like murder or anything. I'll pull up the article on my tablet just a second."

He muttered things under his breath and in seconds was able to pull up the page.

"Okay here it is I'll read it to you Ash if that's okay."

"That's alright." I replied.

"Four years ago the famous Miss Gretchen Poliper fell ill from what doctors say could be a severe case of physic dreams. Miss Gretchen Poliper claims that she saw things from a different time and or world that is much different from ours in many ways as if she had traveled back in time. Her parents suddenly rushed her to a hospital and she stayed there for three months unconscious. While she was unconscious nurses and doctors claimed that they witnessed her talking and screaming in her sleep that she couldn't awake from. As soon as she came to her senses they fled from their house the second they packed their things leaving their house at 67224 Rundel Path unoccupied. Recently the house has been on the market for years but since the accident the Polipers decided to cut the price in half. Even if it is a great deal for a big house, will the same causes occur to the next family who decides to take the offer?"

"Okay I'm just gonna say this straight out. This house sounds like a movie trailer or some shit." I said.

"Yeah Christopher I have huge doubts about this place. Is it really okay to move there?"

"Well mom and dad must know about this or they wouldn't let us all move there!" Christopher exclaimed.

"I guess so but no matter what don't tell Lilly about it. She'll cry for the rest of her life." Bree said smirking to herself.

"True that" I said laughing.

"Ash do you know what made you pass out?" Lilly said wandering into the room sucking her thumb.

"No I don't Lilly. Why do you ask?"

"I think it was fairies who put a magic spell on you." She said with fear in her eyes. "They must be after you!"

"I'm sure they are Lilly and I'll be very careful not to run into them again." I replied trying not to laugh.

"Okay that's good." She said sighing in relief.

"Anyways, when are we moving?" I asked Christopher who was beside me.

He clicked a few things on his tablet then began to speak "To be exact one month, seven days, four hours and twenty two seconds."

"Oh come on you can't be that positive!" Bree said loudly.

"I am." He replied.

"Whatever." Bree scoffed.

After Lilly left the room to go watch Disney Channel and escape Bree and Christopher's fight I really started to wonder why I did pass out. Awhile later Bree and Christopher left to go check out the school we'd be attending. They offered me a chance to come with them but I was afraid that I'd pass out again and told them to go on without me. Soon the house we'd be moving into would be the house of a serious accident and it was just eight blocks away from where we were staying at this very moment.

But I shook it off and said to myself "How bad could it get?"

Bad. Very. Very. Bad.

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