[A/N- I think now that I'm out of what I was going to write as the prologue. I think I'm going to start using first person. So...I'll write this chapter in first and see how it goes so.. yeah]
Max and I had just shown up at uncle Ryan's place. I could tell you many things about this house and safe would not be one of them. Just looking at the porch there was a ghost dog, dead flowers, holes that had either rotted away or someone that weighs more that 400 pounds had been playing jump rope. Max knocked on the door with the letter from mom. I just stood behind him looking through my phone for another good song to play. Ryan opened the door looked first at me then Max, that's weird wouldn't any normal human being look at the one directly in front of them then at the one in the background.
"Oh hey kids, what are you guys doing here. Nobody called in advance so my place is a mess, but none the less it's a pleasant surprise to see you two" Yeah that pretty much covers why we haven't talked to uncle Ryan in a long time: because he's weird, a little crazy and he always had a back ache or bags under his eyes. Max handed him the letter then flicked my forehead indicating 'your turn' basically I took my head phones off my ears and rested them around my neck. I watched his face as he read the letter it became more and more pained with every line I watched his eyes become glassy as they darted back ant forth between every line. He blinked the tears away.
"Does that about make up for not calling before she dumped us off?" I ask, insensitively, still he nodded.
"I know Ryder meant nothing to either of you but I just got my soul ripped out. So how about instead of being a prick and get inside." Max laughed at me. I frowned
"Since you said it so nicely." I say as I walk into the enormous house. It was about the same size as the school was. I walked into a nice room with white walls and blood red accents. He stood in front of Max and I.
"Okay one thing both of you need to know. A few years ago I started running low on cash. So I started renting a room out to a few of my friends and a couple other people. So just letting you know your room will be on the second floor 3 doors to the right, there should be a bathroom and a broom closet. The right hand side of the second floor is mainly my personal place. My room is at the end of the hall way, Both of your rooms will be across from each other. " I really hope he didn't expect us to remember most of that other than floor two, three doors down, the right side. That is all. I nodded looking him in the eyes I started heading up the stairs I haven't run into anybody yet. I got into the hallway and turned right running right into a guy that was surprisingly taller than me. He had dark circles, Really light grey eyes that almost looked white,dark black hair, some peach fuzz for a beard, and incredibly pale skin. I feel bad for this guy if the sunlight even thought of him he'd probably get burnt.
"Watch where you're going brat." I glared at him
"Watch what your saying egg"He glared back at me and that's when I knew I had found my first hatred in this place.
"Who are you even anyway?" He asked rudely
"I'm Ryan's nephew, what about you?" I asked daring him to mess with me
"Actually I'm his boyfriend. So watch the fuck out you dumb shit" I somehow always knew Ryan was gay. Nobody could be like him and not be. I rolled my eyes the way most teens do when they have nothing better to say, and walked into my room which was on the left so I would have a window. I opened the door and read the writing on the wall ''Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent'' in big blue lettering on the wall. There was a drum-set, a piano and a guitar in the room, Also the average dresser, and a bed. There was a pretty cool desk against the wall though. I'm just going to assume that this had been his fathers room originally, how cliche. I set my bag onto the bed to indicate the simple dibs on that room. I open Max's door his room looks just like mine but instead of instruments, there are empty spaces, and there are no words on the wall. I went back into my own room moved my back on top of the dresser and fell back on to the bed. It wasn't night time yet. Nowhere near it actually. My body was just aching from all the stress I've been under lately. I closed my eyes hoping I'll wake up and feel better than I do now. I kept thinking about how mom strangled that guy with out hesitation or second thought. It didn't look like she felt to bad for it either. As I thought about these things I slowly fell into a deep dark world of sleep.
[A/N- I know this chapter's kinda short but I did it in one night and I don't really feel like adding on right now. Anyway I don't really think it matters at this point]
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Doomed to be Dead
ParanormalAlex was born into a some what strange family. He was the strangest of them though. Because He could speak with lost souls. Sometimes he would even get a soul mixed up with a real person. See weather this becomes a blessing or a curse.
