Blessing Or A Curse? (One Direction Ghost FF)

Chapter 1: "A new beginning, how cheesy!"

"Bella come back here and help us!" Daddy yells, juggling 3 boxes. I look up at the two story house. Wow. It's huge! (A/N: House on side, just a little more run down) And it's all mine! ... and my parents of course! With mouth agape I slowly turn back towards the moving van, mouth slowly closing. "Coming!" I yell and run back to my struggling parents.

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Something was off with this house. I stood in the middle of my new room, which was littered in boxes full of my belongings. When I first walked into the house something was... different than any house I've ever lived in. I don't know what but something was DEFINITELY different. Mama and Daddy didn't seem to notice.

I pushed all the boxes into one corner of the room and picked up a random box and started working. My iPod blasting into my eardrums.

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I whiped a hand across my forehead and looked around the room. Not bad for a diseased 12 year old if I do say so myself.

In one corner of the room was my dresser filled with my clothes. On top of the dresser was a music box my grandmother gave me before she passed away. On the wall of the dresser was a billboard COVERED in photos of me and my family and friends.

Moving onto the desk that was right beside the door. It was a wooden desk that my grandfather built me for my 10th birthday. Folders of books I wrote out of boredom stacked on top. CDs of my favorite bands wrapped together by rubber bands next to the folders.

And now my bed, it was a single with a black comforter and purple sheets with a black pillowcase. White shelves nailed into the wall above the bed, my stuffed animals sitting on top.

Before we moved in my parents hired some people to paint the house so my bedroom walls were a bright happy sky blue. "TINKERBELL!!! Time for dinner!" Mama yelled from downstairs.

FOOD. And then *POOF!* I was in the dining room. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

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I was sitting on my beanbag upside down, my head resting on the ground with my hair fanned out everywhere on the floor. I stared at the black screen of my new flat screen TV. Dad set this all up for me while I was eating, trying to buy me off my anger of moving. HE GOT ME 3 BEANBAGS!!

Well it's not working Daddy-O! Nope! I still remember it like it was 2 months ago...... Oh wait! It was!

*Flashback*

"I still don't understand why we have to move!" I say nonchalantly, following my mother around like a shadow "I told you Tink, your father got transferred." (A/N: Her father's in the army) My mom said using my nickname she gave me, and picked up some dirty laundry laying on the floor

"I still don't get it." I reply and she sighs "Just think of it as a new beginning." She dumps the dirty laundry into the laundry basket

"A new beginning, how cheesy."

*Present*

I wasn't as mad as before. I was just mad cause I was going to move from my friends.

I had already gone in the shower and now smelled like vanilla! ^.^

I brushed my teeth and slipped my bunny onezie on. I sat on my bed, combing my hair waiting for my parents to tell me 'Good night.' When my hair was silky smooth I pulled it up into a tight bun. I've been doing this for a while, (putting my hair up into a bun) that's why my hair is naturally curly.

I learned from my mom that if I put my hair into a bun for months my hair will turn curly like hers AND be easy to comb in the morning and not take 20 minutes like it used to. Yeah, my hair was a rat's nest in the morning. :/

Soon my parents came and tucked me in, we said our 'I love you's and they left. The door open a crack. And that was when it started.

The creaking of the walls.

The walls creaked around me. The wind picked up and I could hear the whistling of it, almost whispering. I couldn't make out the words though.

This. Is. Scary.

"If this is God punishing me for stealing that one chocolate bar from the grocery store, I'm sorry. If it was because of my pranking, I'm sorry. If this is is for something else I did, I'm sorry. But please stop." I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the sheets tighter.

Then all of a sudden the noises stopped. Just all together. Gone.

I loosened my death grip on the poor sheets and relax.

"Thanks." I smile and turn over, falling asleep.

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I thought it was pretty good if I do say so myself. *cocky smirk*

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