I'm in love with a monster (Camren)

Chapter 1

Camila's eight-hour journey finally came to an end once her taxi pulled up outside the ancient house and Camila practically jumped out of the vehicle with utter excitement. The taxi driver waddled over to the trunk grabbing hold of the two rectangular, sunshine coloured suitcases.

Frantically, Camila paced over to the front gate of the house where the estate agent stood in his smart suit. He held his briefcase nervously pulling at his collar then, extending his arm out towards Camila once she reached the blonde haired man. Camila clenched his hand enthusiastically as they shook their locked hands up and down. The tall man unlocked the rust covered gate, that towered over the both of them as they darted down the long, dirt pathway. The man opened the large, oak wooden door, which caused loud creeks to echo through the empty household. The taxi driver huffed out loud continuing to carry Camila's heavy bags down to the house, dropping the bags at the stone steps that lead to the open door. Camila handed him a few notes and the driver was on his way, leaving as quickly as he could, being slightly scared of the house from the rumours he had heard about the place.

"So, just sign here, here, here and here." His voice shook through the house, laying the contract on the side table in the corner of the room.

Camila snatched the pen from him not being able to contain her excitement and scribbled her name in each space that he had directed her to. He then collected his papers together, placing them back into his briefcase and handed the keys to Camila before leaving the house.

Camila slammed the doors shut, leaning her fragile body against the doors and humming happily to herself. Her dark brown eyes wandered around the gigantic room, that had a huge chandler dangling from the ceiling and a rough carpet that sprawled across the floor. In front of her was a long hall that had the same rug going down it and above the centred corridor was two staircases on the opposite side of the room to each other that eventually met at the top of the staircase. Camila grabbed her luggage and strolled up the staircase tracing her fingertips up the handrail watching the dust fall off the side. She ventured around the house holding the skeleton key that could open any door in the mansion. She skipped in and out of all the unnecessary rooms that made up the second floor of the house. All together Camila counted seven bedrooms and four bathrooms also, a study room. She picked the biggest room in the house, that had a king sized bed taking up most of the room, to be her bedroom. She placed her bags down on the floor and sat down on the bed, which had a silk duvet tucked over the stone mattress. Four vertical, wooden, poles that had simple patterns carved into them, all connected with each other by another horizontal pole reaching across to each other creating a rectangle shape for the bed frame. Clear drapes hung from the top of the bed frame, falling down just about brushing the floor. Camila pulled them apart to be able to access the bed easier and she pulled open the curtains staring out at the landscape.

For miles, all she could see was fields and one narrow dirt path leading to town, that was suppose to be classed as a road. It was at least a half an hour car journey, which worried Camila slightly since she had to get a taxi everywhere. Camila then went back to her briefcases popping them and unfolding her vintage style clothes. She hung them on the racks in the dark, wooden wardrobe that was placed up against the wall. Once she had packed all of her things away she went to go back downstairs but, another staircase caught her eye. She had nearly forgot about the attic room. Perhaps that should be her bedroom instead? She went up the short, steep, staircase and stopped outside a door that blocked her path as she removed the skeleton key from her pocket. She jammed the key into the hole turning the metal sideways hearing the unlocking sound. She pushed the door forward but, it wouldn't budge open. She had sworn the estate agent told her this key could open any door. She turned the doorknob aggressively barging her shoulder into the door trying to jam it open. It was like someone was keeping it blocked from the other side. Camila sighed giving up trying to open the door and went back down to the bottom floor again. The doorbell chimed making Camila jump as the bell echoed through the house loudly. Camila opened the left front door seeing a muscular man holding two cardboard boxes. She widened the door for the man as he placed the boxes down in the centre of the room and Camila realised it was the movers bringing her stuff from home. Camila actually didn't have a lot possessions since the house was cramped with vintage furniture but no personal decorations, that she assumed had been taken with the previous owners. Most of the belongings she had brought with her were photographs, memorable items, more clothes or her technology. Even though Camila loved vintage things she still loved her technology. She opened up the first cardboard box that was filled with photo albums and a polaroid camera, which was her favourite thing in the whole world. She wrapped the strap around her neck and letting the camera dangled from her shoulders. The movers dropped off ten more boxes before Camila paid the men and they left straight away. She turned around and read the grandfather clock, that suddenly rung loudly signalling Camila it was 9 o'clock. So, she danced up the stairs humming through the empty house tapping her fingertips on the handrail in the rhythm of the angelic humming. She reached the room she had decided on staying in and stood in front of the long, narrow mirror that was hung on the wall. Camila analysed her figure adjust her skirt ever so slightly. She was dressed in a long-sleeved, stripy shirt that had skinny, vertical, blank lines going down the button up shirt and had different shades of red filling in gaps between the black lines. Her shirt was tucked into a black, simple skirt that went down to her lower legs where her feet was occupied by flat red shoes. Her short hair, bobbed above her shoulders and was also accessorised with a black bow that had a black netting covering half of her face. She looked in the mirror one last time and she swore she seen a pair of green eyes in the reflection of the mirror from behind her. She swung around staring around her bedroom, panicking for a few moments.

Calming herself down and brushing it off, she took the bow out first resting it on the bedside table then, peeled the rest of her clothes off. She put on one of her oversized shirts on since she couldn't find her regular pyjamas, which were most likely buried somewhere in the boxes downstairs. The t-shirt had ripped holes in it with some iconic symbol over it and it bagged below Camila's thighs. She closed her curtains gently not wanting to break the fragile fabric. Camila peeled over the covers and wiggled inside of the bed throwing the quilt back over her, resting her sleepy head on the pillow and instantly fell asleep.

The grandfather clock, from downstairs, had just rung two times meaning it had just turned 2 am. Camila was still sound asleep until she started to feel a weird feeling in her sleep. Her dream turned into a nightmare and she sat up quickly, on her huge bed, and panted hysterically glancing her eyes around the room. She scrunched her covers closer to her once she saw a dark figure next to the door. She couldn't make out who it was just that something was definitely there. Then, there was a gust of air and everything blow in the small wind in her room. Camila closed her eyes tightly and when she re-opened them, the shadowy figure was gone. She sighed in relief standing up and closing her bedroom window, which she had thought caused the mini tornado.

She crawled back into and laid her body down tiredly soon falling asleep, but still wondering what had just happened.

Author's note- PLEASE READ!
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