Moving into a new house isn't such a big deal for me. I do it all the time, since my very young mother is a business parent. My father was one too, until he was murdered.
Walking in to see a dead body in your house with your mother next to you isn't a pleasant sight.
It's even worse when it's your father.
I never knew how it happened, even if it's been two years--no one was able to find out how. I'm now a strong 17 year old girl, that's been through a lot but still keeps moving.
The thing that's different about moving here is that I have some creepy neighbors and something worse--a haunted looking house to my left.
Of course it's not haunted. I try to tell myself to keep calm, but I've always been scared of the dark since the incident two years ago.
"Kylie Maria Williams, get down here right now!" I hear my mom yell from downstairs--interrupting my thoughts. I shiver at her tone, scared I did something wrong.
I run downstairs too see my beautiful mother talking with another woman, with a girl about my age at her side. I study them carefully before walking down.
My mom has shoulder-length black hair and not a single wrinkle on her dace. She's a beautiful tan and has perfect straight, bright, commercial worthy teeth.
The other woman has long, brown, wavy hair, her daughter matching. They both look exactly the same except the mom has green eyes, unlike her blue-eyed daughter.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask, purposely interrupting the conversation.
"No, I just want you to meet our neighbor, Mrs. Silk." My mom says. I had to hold back my tongue from saying how rude she was acting--completely ignoring the daughter.
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Silk," I say with a small smile. I shake her cold hand before turning to the the blue-eyed girl.
"I'm Kylie, who must you be?" I ask her. Her head is hanging down and I feel slightly awkward when I don't receive an answer.
"Honey, who are you talking too?" My mother asks, sounding worried.
"Mrs. Silk's daughter--I'm guessing," I say slowly as if she lost her mind. "Don't you see her?"
"My daughter is dead, this better not be a joke." Mrs. Silk explains harshly. I'm shocked, why don't they see her? Am I going crazy?
"I don't underst-" I try to say, but I get cut off by my mother.
"Hon, try and get some rest. You're probably just tired."
"Ok." I agree, but I can't help but think about how this is not my imagination.
When I get into my room, I turn to shut the door. I crawl under the covers and get comfortable. I close my eyes and open them again to come face-to-face with a pair of blue eyes. They disappear as fast as they came.
I couldn't help but scream at the sight of the blue-eyed girl, only this time her skin was grey and peeling, her clothes were ripped, and her hands covered in blood.
When my voice was out and my mom barged through the door, I knew for sure there was something off about this neighborhood.
