The Girl in the Basement (Toby Turner Fanfic)

It was all a blur to me since day one. I've been trapped here in the basement of this house for years. No one comes down. No one even turns on the light. It's been three years. Three years since my death. The death of Katie Moore.

Well, death as in suicide. Quite tragic. My parents came home and I was here in the basement strung up. School did this to me. The bullies and the stress of it all. I now wish I could reconsider it, but I can't even go upstairs. I'm connected to the basement where my death took place. The only way I could get out is if my 'soul mate' comes down and sets me free. The thing is...No one can see me.

I'm hidden to all. A ghost. Or spirit. Whatever you choose. I walk aimlessly around the basement day after day. Waiting. Waiting for the right man, or true love, to set me free. Pretty cheesy, right? I didn't make the rules.

The basement didn't really have much to it. It was like a room, but dreary. The paint was coming off the wall and the rug was tearing up. There was a closet and a room to the side. No furniture, no nothing.

The last family moved out because of me downstairs. Or the "noise" I caused scared them. Their loss. Until today.

I was sitting in the corner, in my black skirt and red shirt, just staring at the wall, wanting a better life. A home. Hands to feel, things to touch, the smell of the outdoors. Everything. Until I heard a moving truck.

Standing up, I walked towards the little window to the outdoors. I mean very little. And my hand slides through the lock.

As I looked outside I could see people loading furniture into this house. A man with curly brown hair and a green shirt was directing the workers.

It was just him, or it seemed like it. A new tenant I suppose? I mean it won't be long until he moves out. Or until I scare the living crap out of him.

We'll just have to wait and see.

~Yes I know it's short. Just bear with me, okay? Should I continue? Or...Please, I need ideas or something. Haha.