The Stone

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The large truck drove steadily over the gravel path and halted abruptly when they arrived at the house. It was large, and had an old white paint job, giving the house an eerie feeling. Grant opened the truck door excitedly and hopped out, slamming it behind. him. He approached the house slowly, examining the house's features. There was a window on the left side of the house that had a large crack that started from the middle and followed out to the edges of the window. He wrinkled his nose and walked slowly up the porch, cringing at the loud creeks. As Grant places his hand on the door knob to push it open, he realized that the door was already ajar. He put one foot inside and looked about, glancing from side to side. There was a large kitchen to his left with an old table and chairs placed in the middle. As a breeze floated into the house, he watched the cobwebs away from side to side.

Anne, Grant's older sister who was fourteen placed a foot outside the truck and hopped down, trailing to the trunk. She pulled out a box that labeled "Anne's things" and began walking towards the house. There were old, dead, sad looking trees all around the property. The house seemed to have been built in the middle of no where. "Grant!" Anne called in annoyance, "get your butt over here and help take in some boxes! You don't expect us to do all the work do you?" An owl hooted softly, echoing its soft call into the early morning. Anne looked to her right, spotting a large, grey owl with dark eyes. It stared deeply into her eyes. She broke the stare and began to walk along the cemented path towards the house. The path was uneven an old, just like everything else.

Her dog Canid was a four year old German Shepherd filled with excitement and curiosity. He hopped from the trunk and galloped to Anne's side. Startled by the dog, it spread its large wings, hooted once, and launched itself into the air, flying away into to the distance. Canid barked happily, his beautiful green eyes looking into Anne's. "You're such a good dog," she praised, leaning to pat him gently on the head. He followed her toward the house and stopped, moving his tail between his legs. His lips curled back, showing his white ivories. A low snarl emerged from his esophagus and he laid his ears against his furred head. "Hey what's the matter?" Anne said softly, kneeling to her knees to level herself with Canid. She trailed his gaze to the open door of the house. She extended her arm to comfort him and as soon as her fingers met his fur, he flinched and whimpered, running into the forest that surrounded the house. Anne dropped the box she carries."Wait, Canid, stop!" She screamed. She waved her arms frantically above get head, yelling, attempting to gain the dog's attention.

Anne's mother approached her, placing a cold hand on her shoulder, "It's alright dear, he'll be back. You and I both know he's had these kinds of fits before. He just needs to get used to his new surroundings." Anne nodded slowly and watched him disappear into the mist of the forest.

Anne picked up her box of things and sighed, placing one foot in front of the other. The porch stairs creaked as she pressed her weight against them. Walking inside the door which had been left open, she looked around in awe. The furniture was old, there was no TV, instead there was an old fireplace which looked like it hadn't been used for years. Anne jumped as a loud noise echoed through the house. She quickly put her things down, walked outside and looked around, wondering where the sound could have come from. There was a long rusted pipe that ran from the top of the house to the bottom of the house. A large stone about the size of her fist was oddly positioned against the pipe. She figured that was where the sound came from. "Hunny, lets go inside. I don't want you out here alone," her mother Cindy cooed.

They walked into the house together and Cindy looked around for a light switch. When she found it, she flipped it up but no lights came on. "Power's probably been cut off or a while since no one's lived here for so long," Anne said quietly. Anne trailed up the old stairs with her box of things. She walked down the hall and glanced at the pictures hung against the walls. She gazed down the long hallway at a door. Walking towards the door, she turned the knob and opened it. Inside was a large bed with white sheets and a soft quilt. The curtains were drawn to let light in but there wasn't much light to be let in. Next to the large bed was a small bedside table, a dresser was placed against the wall at the foot of the bed. The window struck her curiosity. It had a large crack, it didn't look normal. She looked down at her feet and notices a faint brownish stain. She didn't think much of it and brushed it off of her mind, assuming something may have been spilled.

"This is my room," she smirked, throwing herself onto the bed. She eventually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Anne awoke to a knock on her door, "Anne, sweetie, time for dinner."

Anne rolled her eyes and sighed, ?"Mom, I'm fourteen, you can stop calling me sweetie." She could hear her brother giggle and run down the old stairs. She stretched her arms and yawned, lifting herself from the bed. When she looked at the window, the curtains were closed. She dismissed it and went downstairs to join her family for dinner.

Her mother had already placed dinner on the table, she had ordered a pepperoni pizza from Dominos. Candles were placed in the middle of the table, shining very little light. The rest of the house was as dark as hell. Anne's eyes were still adjusting to the dim lifting. Grant greedily grabbed a piece of pizza and shoved it in his mouth, eating like a hog. "Thanks mom," he said through a mouthful. In reply, she giggled and ate her own pizza more lady-like. Anne looked to her brother in disgust.

"You eat like a pig," she snarled.

"And you have a problem with that?", Grant taunted'

Anne smeared, "Of course I do!"

"That's enough you two! I will not hear another word from either of you. Once you're done, go to your room, both of you," their mother snapped.

"God, Laine, shut up! I'm tired of you pretending to be my mom, I hate being here with you! Just 'cause mom died, and dad married you doesn't mean you can act like you have control over me!" Anne blurted. She pushed herself from the table and stomped up the stairs, making sure both of them knew not to mess with her.

Five years ago, Grant and Anne's birth mother had been drunk driving and had gotten into a car accident, claiming her life. They're father, Josh fell in love with Laine and married her, trying to forget about Susan, his first and deceased wife. Josh was on a work trip in Seattle and had his family move to a new home, a cheaper home that would be closer to his new job in Washington. Anne hated Laine for trying to take her mother's place and she would never let such anything happen. After all, Anne and Susan were closer to each other than any other mother daughter relationship they had ever heard of.

Anne lie in bed, twiddling her hair between her fingers. Her face lay expressionless as thoughts raced through her mind. "Anne, I'm sorry.. I know I will never take the place of your mom, but you must give me a chance. I may not be your favorite person in the world, but please, don't act as if everything's my fault. I want to get along with you, I truly do.. Please think about it, you can come back downstairs whenever you want," Susan said softly.

Anne released a silent groan and replied, "Just leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you right now." Susan sighed and went back downstairs with Grant, leaving Anne to her room and her thoughts.

The room was dark, as hours had gone by. The chill of the air against her fine skin sent goosebumps upon her flesh. "Dammit.." She got up, rubbed her eyes and walked to the window to open the curtains. She spread her arms and places each curtain on its own rack to hold them in place. The moon now shown a small amount of light upon the bed and dresser. As she looked back to the window, she shrieked and jumped back, covering her mouth with two hands as a large Raven rammed head first into the window. It fell onto the window sill and landed on its side, in plain view. She gasped and jumped onto her bed, hoping the bird would fly away. It never got up.

Laine had rushed to her room and knocked, frantically calling, "Anne, dear, what's going on?"

"A bird hit my window.." She said in shock. Laine let herself in and flinched when she spotted the dead bird.

"It must have hit the window really hard to have made that crack," she swallowed.

"No, that crack was here when we moved in," Anne corrected.

"I'll take care of it tomorrow, but for now, if you don't want to look at it, close the curtains," and with that, Laine left her, closing her door quietly behind her. Anne laid back down and pulled the sheets and quilts to her chin, trying to keep herself warm. She turned on her side so that she didn't have to face the window and slook at the dead Raven in the morning when she awoke.

When the sun arose the next morning, the light shown through the thin, white curtains, dimly lighting the room. Anne opened her eyes slowly, rubbing them and blinking. She got up to open the curtains and stopped, vividly remembering last night's incident.

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